Warnings: Mentions of rape and torture of children
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Percy knew how to tell lies, he knew how to live one.
He was nine when he made the deal with Parkinson Sr., the one that would bind him to the Death Eater as Parkinson's personal torture toy. He learned to cast a glamour on himself on the first day (without a wand, no less). He learnt that if he told anyone, anyone, his family would be killed. And he understood, because he was nine, and knew that his family would have been killed if he had not made the deal with Parkinson, so really he was the only thing stopping Parkinson, therefore if he was removed, then Parkinson would hurt his family. Simple. His parents asked him why he was gone so often. He told them he had found a place in the woods where he had liked to spend his time reading. He prayed silently that they wouldn't ask him to take them there. They didn't. And every time they asked him, he gave them the same answer. A lie.
He was nine when he met Pansy, who was only three at the time, and thought of her as his little sister. He was nine when Parkinson first Crucio'd him, and he writhed on the floor, screaming as he felt like hot knives were plunged into him. He was nine when Parkinson first used a Stomachum Ignis on him, and oh, how it had hurt as he felt his insides burn up from the inside out. He could hear Pansy screaming for Parkinson to stop. And whenever his parents asked him what was going on, he said something had triggered his memories of the first wizarding war.
When he was 10, he went to Malfoy Manor for the first time. There he met Draco and his twin sister, Alicia. He got along with them quite well, in the happy times when Malfoy Sr. left them alone in the dungeons. But when he didn't… the Malfoy's torture was worse than Parkinson, and Percy felt sorry for the poor children who had to endure this every day. (By this time, he had stopped thinking himself a child. But then again, he had been born during the First Wizarding War, and lived through the worst part of it. He still remembered the day his mother, crying, had told him that his uncles, Fabian and Gideon Prewett had been killed.) He had started thinking of the torturers by their last names, and the children by their first. After all, they hadn't asked to be born.
When he was eleven, he got his Hogwarts letter. His parents didn't celebrate as much as they had when Bill and Charlie had gotten their letters, but Percy told himself that was because two had already gone and the excitement was wearing off. But he knew that wasn't true, that they just didn't like him as much. (They were much more enthusiastic for the others)
When Parkinson found out, he was ecstatic. He said the Percy was "so grown up, he must have a special treat." That was the worst night of his life. He could still remember the rape, and the feelings that accompanied it. He told himself that he would never deserve to marry, that he was unclean, and no one would want him. His family had certainly proven that to be true.
Percy sighed. He hated thinking about his life, and all his mistakes and decisions that hurt people. He remembered someone (probably Hermione) saying, "You've hurt your parents so much. Would it kill you to make an effort to be nice?"
He had said, ""Why should I 'make an effort to be nice' to the people who assure me and everyone else that they love me when in reality they hate me and wouldn't even notice if I died on them or went to join the Death Eaters?"
Percy sighed once again, knowing that once the shock wore off, his family would thunder up the stairs and shout at him. As if on cue, he heard many people running up the stairs. Time to face the music.