Middle Child, by Quaxo

This is, as I would say, my journal, although it will only be one entry, there is just so many things that I'd to get out, before I put this away, most likely forever.

I suppose I should start with a name. Alright, my name is Percy Archibald Weasley. Yes, brother to the infamous Weasley twins: Fred and George, brother to Ron, friend of Harry Potter, brother to Quidditch champion Seeker Charlie, brother to one of the best Head Boy's Bill Weasley, brother to poor little Ginny Weasley, who'd been kidnapped by Voldemort. That basically sums me up, middle child in the Weasley pack. Like most middle children, I'm different from the rest of my family: I have high ambitions.

I resemble my mother very much in personality, we're both very stubborn about the rules, and we're not prone to day-dreaming. Unlike my father and my brothers and sister, they're all daydreamers. Dad was smart enough to make something of himself, he could have been Minister of Magic, he's got enough strength, unlike Cornelius Fudge, if I do say so myself. He wouldn't be pushed around by Lucius Malfoy and other members of the board of representitives. My father was, however, pleased with his job at the Bureau of Misuse of Muggle Artifacts, and let it be at that. Mother goaded him for years to at least try to get somewhere higher than he was, and he said he was happy where he was.

Don't take me wrong, I'm proud of my father, like any good son should be. I, however, have something that my brothers still in Hogwarts, have yet to show, drive. I take that back, partly, Ron shows ambition, it however, is to compare to Bill and Charlie, and myself. I think it's because Mom glamourizes us, and puts us three on pedestals, and tells them to act like us.

If only he knew all the sorts of trouble Bill and Charlie got into when they were at Hogwarts, trust me, plenty. He however is too young to remember it, and Mom idolizes what they've become, after they became more devoted to their subjects. Fred and George a very much like Bill and Charlie, only they don't seem to want to grow up, but I might be suprised later on.

You see, it's the tradition of every Weasley male to marry a pretty girl, get a secure job, most likely at the Ministry, and have a flock of kids. Charlie's engaged to a pretty girl that he met in Romania during his studies, and Bill's still looking. I'm willing to bet, however, that in ten years, they'll be married and with at least four kids each, and one on they way. I don't want that. I've always been self-reliant. I wanted to make it somewhere, Minister of Magic preferrably, and to get that, I can't have a family.

Not that I wasn't tempted to join the routes of my ancestors. Penelope nearly had me, she was always hinting about how she'd love to settle down, with a good man. I nearly proposed by the end of the year, but then I saw my copy of 'Prefects Who Became Minsters of Magic', and I never even thought about it again. I loved Penelope, she was smart, sweet, and good, but her agenda was to get married, and settle down, and I didn't.

It's my belief that as soon as Weasley's are married, that many doors slam shut, because the result of marriage is children. One of those doors would be Minister of Magic. Even if we made sure to make certain 'percautions' so that we didn't have any children, I wouldn't have any time for her, so a marriage would be silly. Any way, the leading cause of divorce is marriage, and while I wasn't like the rest of my family, it'd be scandlous in my family to have a divorce. It's just not done. So I kissed her good-bye, and started my new life.

My future, like everyone's, is uncertain, but I'm going to make it, I know it.