Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter

Summary: What was the real reason why Percy left the Weasley's? Why did he do all the things he did? Timeline starting from his sixth year and up, slash.

Pairing: PW/OW PC/MF

A/N: This is the first installment to the Blood Series. I've been wanting to do this since forever! 8D In this first part of the series it's calmer and has little action (er…not the perverted way). I'm still not sure if I should write a third part but there will definitely be a sequel. I know I'm gonna regret putting this fic up so soon when I've got...like chapter five up X( oh well

Enjoy de fic!

Chapter One: Help Me

Dear Penny

I need help. I'm not sure how to explain this briefly seeing as this would make everything even more confusing than it already is, besides since I need your help then I have to explain everything thoroughly, I feel like I'm rambling but really I'm more frantic and afraid than I sound.

It started early one morning a few days ago. I was having a dream about getting to be Minister of Magic (great dream, that was), it was a simple dream, really. I was signing papers for new laws and new businesses and stuff, I even had you as my WIFE! (gag!) What a sight right?

Anyway, when I got up to a part where I was becoming ruler of the world (weird even for me), the dream changed. I was standing in the middle of a battle field. This was the part that really scared me.

I saw Ron and that Hufflepuff first year, Finch-Fletchley I think was his name. Anyway, the weird thing was that they were fighting each other, everyone else was already dead and I was trying not to pass out, I wouldn't look at myself because I was afraid that I looked like I'd been fighting the Whomping Willow.

Anyway, the fight got worse and I felt the ground underneath me sinking, I looked around and saw that the whole land was sinking underwater. In the end when Ron and Finch-Fletchley were on the ground practically dead, I saw the strangest thing.

They held hands! And they were crying! Can you believe it? They said something to each other that I couldn't hear and they died. The other weird thing that happened was that they both exploded in different lights, Ron's was black and Finch-Fletchley's was dark red, they soared to the sky and before I could drown in the ocean (remember the land was sinking), I woke up.

The dream wasn't even close to weird from what I woke up to.

When I woke up, I was still dead afraid and shocked by the dream, I felt a burn at the back of my neck, you know like when you blush, but this one felt stronger. As usual I ignored the dream and expected myself to forget it, it didn't work so I just decided to go brush my teeth, it was almost breakfast anyway.

So I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. The minute I stood up from my bed I felt shorter, my pajamas even felt large, like the legs of my pants were dragging on the floor large. I tried to ignore this too. I didn't even look in the mirror until after I spit out my toothpaste.

When I did I nearly fainted, literally, I had to sit down on the toilet to calm myself. You won't believe this (I hope you do though), my whole body changed.

My hair was all messed up and pointing in all directions (it took forever to comb it back to normal) and it was a shade darker, like pure red not ginger red. I really had gone shorter, and I seemed to have lost some weight as well, I was so slim that I almost thought I turned into you!

I also seriously doubt I'll ever get any facial hair anytime in the future (mind you I wasn't planning to anyway). Everything besides my eyebrows and lashes are gone, the hair I mean. There's none on my arms and legs, including the tiny ones on my face. The only hair I have are the ones on my head, brows, and lashes. Even the hair on a certain part of my body's gone too! (I don't think you needed to know that, I'll excuse you to vomit if you want).

My freckles vanished as well, shame really; I've grown rather fond of them. But now my skin looks like the moon, I almost thought I became a veela until I remembered I wasn't blond, kinda sucked to realize that since I almost did a happy dance.

The strange thing was that I didn't feel angry at the change, just shocked and slightly annoyed but not fully mad.

A got a headache that dulled on the whole day. I couldn't come down to dinner or anything, besides how could I? The minute I'd face my family they wouldn't even recognize me, and I didn't want to give Fred and George another thing to tease me about.

So I stayed locked in my room and told my parents a string of lies about an important assignment on potions, laughable really, I finished it in practically five minutes on the first day of vacation!

Well, the next day the headache was gone but I still wasn't too keen on going down to breakfast. I decided to tell my parents what happened.

I was just at their door when I heard them speaking in hushed tones, kind of funny since I could hear them so easily. I was about to leave them alone until I heard my name. So I continued listening. You may gasp at my nosiness.

It turns out they were worried about me becoming a magnar. I didn't find out much except that they cough up all oftheir blood if they don't find their mate or if they're rejected. You can tell that was their particular worry. They kept saying how they knew I'd be one since I'm so engrossed in books and learning.

I'm not a magnar by the way so don't you start worrying too.

The headache that I got turned out to be the impact of information entering my brain, pretty fascinating if you ask me. By the end of the day I knew exactly what I was. A Dark Magnar.

At first I was confused that I knew what I was because the word just came to mind, but then, with all the knowledge that was suddenly stored in me, I realized that it was true, and that I knew everything that dealt with that specie.

Unlike regular magnars, dark magnar's have the emotion to be annoyed, impatient and deeply upset (magnar's have no ability whatsoever to be angry), that's why we were given the name Dark Magnar, because we dwell on negative emotions. We also have the tendency to want to be alone with our mates; we don't want connection to other people very much. It's hard for me since I love my family very much but I don't have to the urge to spend a whole day with them, I'm not trying to be a git but it's in my instincts so technically it's not my fault.

I found out I had the ability of Mask. It's a power where I can turn back to my old self and act like my old self. I haven't completely mastered it; I can only keep it up for about an hour so I usually just stay out of my room for only breakfast, dinner, and the bathroom.

So far everything's going smoothly, no one suspects a thing (I didn't tell mum and dad, didn't want to worry them). I know this will sound crazy, but can you help me get out of here?

I've been fighting the urge to write you this letter because I know the reason's outrageous but I really want to leave, these stupid Dark Magnar instincts are killing me, it wants me to find my mate but it won't even give me a clue, it's very frustrating with all that's going on here. I nearly killed myself with one of dad's muggle objects because of the pressure.

Please help me. I don't want to be here anymore, it's too noisy, there's too many people, to top it all off my mate's no where near me, I can't get a clear scent of him. I've been spending hours thinking of plans to get out but they each sound more stupid than the last.

Running away was my first thought until I realized my parents would find out where I went and they'd bring me back. Visiting someone would be a dumb idea too if I stayed too long. I even thought about going to Azkaban because I'd really be away from them. Playing dead kept coming across my mind but that would hurt my parents and I don't want that, I'd rather they never want to see me again.

Isn't it funny? I have all this knowledge but I can't think up a single good plan that would separate me from my family.

Lately I've been getting these absurd ideas. I bet it's my D.M. instincts but I'm beginning to feel that with me gone my family's better off. If you think about it, it's true. I mean I've been such a know-it-all in the family. Bill and Charlie were just as smart as me yet everyone loved them because they didn't act like over-achievers, they were each unique and popular. Having a know-it-all like me is no good, so I might as well just, I don't know, fade away?

I'm sorry, don't pay attention to that paragraph, I shouldn't have even written it. You don't have to help me, but it would be very much appreciated. I told you all of this since you're the only one I can trust at the moment, plus you know me so much you're practically a sister to me. Again, please help, I don't know what to do.

See you at school

Percy

P.S.: Harry just arrived with Fred, George and Ron in that bloody flying car! God I wish I was with them for the ride!

Cracking his knuckles, the redhaired Weasley leaned back in his chair, sighing at the sound of his mothers' angry voice downstairs. Sometimes his younger siblings were such idiots!

Folding the long piece of parchment, Percy tied the letter to the waiting Hermes. Opening the window his owl flew off into the early morning sky.

"I hope she helps," he whispered. Looking down he watched his brothers and Harry de-gnome the garden.

Short ass first chappy T.T It'll get longer though because it'll be a timeline until Percy's like twenty. Review please!