Scavenger hunt: Write a fic about Percy Weasley
Insane House Challenge: Location – The Great Hall
365 Prompts Challenge: Event - Anniversary
Word count: 393
Everyone sat together after McGonagall held her speech. Nobody said anything. It had been a year now. Harry killed Voldemort, most of the Death Eaters were dead and everyone was happy. Well, nearly everyone. They had lost many friends and it was not just a happy day. Percy looked around and saw so many sad faces. Pictures from the people who died hovered over their heads together with a candle. It had been his fault that Fred was dead. He should not have make a joke or he should have joked around earlier so they would have taken care of themselves. Percy had made so many mistakes before and he regretted them so much. And then he made everything worse when he made George sad.
Without another word he got up and left the hall. It was too much, seeing so many pictures and then his family. Even his brother Charlie, the Delacours and Viktor arrived.
"Are you alright...?"
Percy flinched and turned around when he heard a familiar voice. It was Oliver. They used to be good friends when they were still at school. He did not know what happened but they did not spend much time together afterwards.
"Is the question necessary..? I just..had to leave. Seeing my brothers like this.. It feels like that Freds death is my fault. Even though everyone tells me that it's not, it still feels like it is..."
Oliver stepped closer until he was next to him and looked at the beautiful view in front of him. Sure, the war destroyed many things but it was still a beautiful landscape.
"It's not your fault. It really isn't. Many people feel like this and not just you or Harry. But you can't repeat the past and everyone knew that they could die. Fred and everyone else died for a better, brighter future. They would have died without a reason when Voldemort was still alive but he is not. And their death had a purpose..."
Percy sighed. Everything Oliver said was true but it was still hard to believe. And he knew that Harry must feel worse. The Quidditch player smiled and turned around, ready to leave again.
"Come on...let us go. Your family needs you..."
Perce turned towards him and nodded before he followed him inside again. But he would always feel guilty about Freds death.
