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A/n This chapter is short the next will be longer.
Percy could have been put in Ravenclaw. He had the intelligence for it. He could have been put in Slytherin. He was ambitious enough for it. But instead of either of those he was put in Griffindor. Ironically the reason he was placed in that house was because he didn't have the courage. The courage to go home and see all their faces looking back at him if he hadn't been place in Griffindor. When your entire family's legend is based on one thing, being in Griffindor, (That and their red hair.) It's hard to break the legend. So he had asked the sorting hat to put him in Griffindor. In the house where he didn't belong. The house of courage and heroes. The house of fools who leap into danger. A house he was never really part of.
The day he and his parents had the famous argument had been two years ago. Since then a lot had changed. Percy could no longer deny that his parents had been right. Voldemort was back. He should have gone straight back to his parents and begged for forgiveness. Yet here he was still at his desk, doing paperwork for his boss. Always hard working and never breaking ruled. He sometimes thought of going home and trying to fix things, but every time he tried to write his hand would refuse to grasp the pen right, and no words would come to his mind. And every holiday he would want to go visit, but stopped every time with a whispered maybe next year. The people he missed the most were his mother and Ginny. Every one else he could go on with out, but every time he had to return a sweater his mother sent or ignore a letter she sent it ate at him. Making him go crazy with guilt.
With a sigh Percy looked up to see it was finally time for him to leave for the day. Clearing his desk he hurried out of building and out into the rapidly darkling night. It was November and a cold wind blew. Pulling his coat tighter Percy picked up his pace.
Suddenly a hand was covering his mouth and the last thing he saw, as his vision faded was four dark figures closing in on him.