Disclaimer: Characters belong to Rowling. I mean really, who would believe that any of this actually belongs to me.
Authors Note: I'm not sure how long this is going to be, but review and tell me how you think its going.
Chapter 1- Bouncing Baby Boy
Arthur Weasley was a thin balding man. His robes had seen better days, as he walked toward the Ministers office. He was on a mission, though it was not to see the minister. When he reached a small door just before the grandiose waiting area he paused only to knock twice. Before the young man inside could answer, Arthur stepped in and began to shut the door behind him.
Percy looked up in surprise and wariness. "Father." Was the only acknowledgement he offered.
Arthur had not expected more than that, but his heart felt the hurt intended behind the lack of sentiment. "Percy." Was his reply, before taking a seat.
Percy frowned. "Father, is this important? I have various assignments that the Minister needs right away. All this war business is putting our office dreadfully behind."
Arthur nodded. "Percy, I need you to come home."
Percy peered up shocked. "Are your serious? You think I'm just going to waltz into the house like this last year didn't just happen. Like you and your cronies didn't hold back some vital information that may have shed some light on You-Know-Who coming back into power?"
Arthur's face became mottled and he stared at his third son till the boy became flushed and looked away. "Yes Percy. I am asking you to come home. There was an attack last night." Before he could say anything else, Percy became pale and jumped to his feet.
"Mum, is she alright?" He whispered in terror.
Arthur held out his hand and pushed his son gently back into his chair. "Son, the Burrow wasn't where the attack took place."
Percy clasped his trembling hands together and visibly relaxed. "Then why do you want me to come home? An attack somewhere else really doesn't have any effect on me does it?"
Arthur sighed. "Percy, the Clearwaters were the victims."
Percy took a deep breathe and closed his mind to the images that brought up. "I'm sorry to hear that. No survivors?"
Arthur nodded. "Actually there was one."
Percy sighed. "Dad, me and Penelope broke up six months ago. She broke off our engagement. Seemed her family did not like how the ministry handled the war situation."
Arthur nodded unsurprised. "I heard about that. I know you'll have a hard time with what I'm about to tell you." He took a deep breath before looking his son in the eye. "The only survivor is your son. He's waiting for you at the Burrow."
