Is it all too late?
By: theDailyQuibbler
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone/anything from the Harry Potter Universe (they belong to JKR) from the Chocolate Frogs to Percy Weasley. (I'd like to own the frogs, if you'd let me, JKR)
Summary: Percival Weasley returned to his family, but as the battle ended and everyone was mourning the death of their loved ones, Percy Weasley most mourned the death of his red flaming hair and mischievous smile brother, Frederick Weasley. But does he have any right to mourn Fred or receive love and forgiveness from his family and friends? Is it all too late?
Chapter 1:
Percy closed his bedroom door and locked it. He sank to the floor and stared at the familiar-yet-not floor of his bedroom. He ran up as quickly has he could from the dinning table, and tried to fight the tears pooling at the end of his eyes. He could feel the tension, the anger, resentment, forgiveness, and love rolled into one smothering atmosphere when he stands in the same room with any of his family members, except for his parents, and especially hatred from his brother, George.
Do I even have the right to call him "brother"? Percy thought sadly, and got up from his position on the floor. His room was in a mess, and the curtains were drawn. A sour smell rose from a heap of dirty clothes at the side of his wardrobe, and he looked as unkempt as ever. Who could have thought the neat-as-a-pin and authority-loving Percy Weasley is living in a room almost fit for mice and rats? As he reached to pick up the heap of clothes, a memory of Fred's dead body flashed past his eyes. He dropped the clothes, and trembled slightly, with silent tears streaming down his face. He did not think of ever forgiving himself for not being there for any of his family, especially Fred. He drowned in his own sorrow, and fell asleep on the floor.
Percy woke in the middle of the night, and checked the time. It was two in the morning, and he could not stay in his bedroom anymore. He slowly creaked open the door, and crept down the stairs. He didn't notice that George's door was ajar. As he reached the kitchen, he did not notice the silhouette at the corner of the stairs, and he brewed a pot of tea for himself. He sipped his steaming tea, and thought about how his family could ever mend itself with him around. He convinced himself that he was just there in the house, a useless person sapping his mother's love and care, blocking others and being a total pain in the arse to his siblings and parents. He should just disappear from the face of the earth, and without him, maybe the family can mend better and not deal with a self-wallowing idiot in the house. He finished his cup of tea, and slunk back into his room. The figure was long gone.
Author's Note: So this is my first ever "chapter" in my life. Did it turn out okay? I hope I did not make a lot of grammar mistakes, well, I didn't ace my Language Arts for a reason. Please review, and I accept all kinds of comments on my writing! I'm an entirely new Fanfiction writer, so if you think I can improve on some parts of my writing, feel free to review, I'll gladly accept it and try to improve my fics! Oh, and please review on what do you think about this chapter! (And, do you think this length is a little too short? I do think so. It's only around 400+ words. I'd try to keep my chapters to 1000 words if possible!)
Remember, reviews are practically one of the few things that fanfiction writers get from their hard work! (*hint hint* reviews may make me write faster!)