Hi! There were a few people who want me to continue this story #cheer#, and I few who gave me some tips #thanks#. I'm redoing my chapters again. They'll be pretty much the same, just with some things added. My grammar and spelling still isn't perfect, so if you find anything, please tell me. I don't think I will change it though, because this is the third time I am reposting this #panting for air#! If there is somebody who wants to Beta-read my chapters, that's fine with me, just send me a message.

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It is a calm night and outside it is snowing. You can see fathers playing with their children on their way home, their laughter filling the streets. This all together, promises a happy and merry Christmas. However not for the unfortunate souls, who spend their nights alone. Though, maybe some of us should start believing in miracles.

London

December.3-Saturday

Percy Weasleys apartment

Time: 17.45

Percy had extinguished all lights, leaving the apartment in total darkness. He settles himself in front of an ancient mirror and tries to erase all noise from the outside world, concentrating on the low wolf cries he hears in distance.

After a few minutes he awakes from his trance, letting out a big sigh. "He woke up.", Percy whispers, regret tainting his voice.

He looks down at his hands. They're covered with scars that he had received in the countless fights against evil this last year.

"The People have to be warned and protected." A low, yet friendly, voice says.

"I know"

"You were asked to give up all that you love, to lift as much weight as you can from the young Potters shoulders." the low voice continues.

"I know", Percy answers as he tilts up his head and looks at the mirror. No ordinary mirror, I might say, rather an enchanted mirror. At the moment, its surface shows a wolf head, white as snow.

"You've trained hard and learned fast, Percy."

"So I have ", Percy says, a small smile flashing over his face. He no longer is the fragile person everyone remembers him to be. He's no longer the rule abiding boy, with a tall lean body and ridiculous horn-rimmed glasses. He has changed into a young, well trained man, with shining red hair and eyes with different colours. Scars cover his body; the most frightening scar runs crossover his face. Though if this change has been for the better has yet to be figured.

"We might just have a chance to stall Balka until the boy is ready to claim what is rightfully his." With one last, low howl the wolf vanishes and Percy is left al alone.

So here we go again. Another night I spend out fighting. …I guess, it's always better than cauldron bottoms. These thoughts cause Percy chuckle, though it dies down fast. Lonely and exhausted, yet excepting, he listens to the wolves crying in the distance. To his own surprise he catches himself crying, quietly, with them.

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December 3 –Saturday

Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place

Time: 18.00

The snow still hasn't stopped falling, but that didn't really bother anyone at the Grimmauld Place. In fact, it promised them a chance for a white Christmas. At the time being, a late dinner is being prepared in the Kitchen.

Molly smiles to herself, while kneading the dough for the apple-pie. From outside the kitchen she can hear her twin sons arguing with their cousins about Quidditch, and once in a wile comments from Oliver Wood, reserve keeper for Puddlemere United. As she hears an explosion with following laughter, she lets out a big sigh. They'll learn some day, they'll grow up. Think positive Molly. But deep down inside, she knows she wouldn't want them to be any other way.

Molly looks around in the kitchen. She had been thrilled to hear that the whole Wealsey-clan would be coming over for Christmas. She knows of course, that a part of the reason why everyone is here is to sort out what they could do to help the order.

Arthur comes from a big Family, it being some sort of Weasley -family tradition to have many children. This is also the reason why all the Weasley women, or at least mothers, are working in the kitchen right now to make sure there is enough food to feed all the hungry mouths.

Everything is as perfect as it can be with a war ragging on, or at least almost.

Oh, Percy my baby. Where are you now? Are you okay? Do you eat enough? Are you safe?…Why aren't you coming home to your family, to me? You silly boy! You father isn't the same since you left. He doesn't know that I know that he paces at night worrying about you. You can't just leave your brothers like this either! Molly halts and furiously wipes away a few tears. She had promised herself not to think about him. You have to be strong Molly! Not only for you, but for the rest of the family!

"Molly, are you alright?" Kate asks. Kate is the wife of Brian, one of Arthur's younger brothers. She is a petite woman with a smile like sunshine. She has a talent to be extremely optimistic and to always have right words. Molly stares at her startled. „He is fine Molly! He's doing just fine!",Kate says, smiling at her and winking. "I mean this is Percy we are talking about! If any of all our children can handle the world, it's Percy!" Kate laughs and thinks about how her oldest son Mike came home a few months ago, panicking and saying he's blown up his kitchen while trying to cook. Totally hopeless, hehe, they are all totally hopeless!

„It is, isn't it", Molly mutters „It's just … we don't even feel safe and sorrow free when we are all together! He is out there all by himself, with no one to stand by his side! I know he is smart. He didn't get 10 Owls and 12 NEWTS for nothing, but… How can he be okay?

"For once: because the clock shows that he is doing fine, even though he seems to be spending a lot of time travelling, but who knows what that scumbag of Minister lets him do. Second: because he is so smart, he'll know that it is about time to come back where he belongs…home!"

Molly looks at Kate, who while giving this motivating speech, had waved around with her arm, forgetting she held the spoon with the sauce. First as she heard a protesting screech of someone, who had been covered by the brown liquid, she remembers and gives every one a apoplectic look and a definite nod at Molly. Few seconds later they all crack up and share a good laugh, causing some people to send strange looks towards the kitchen.

Kate is right! Percy is fine. He will come back home!