A/N: Oh look, MORE Harry Potter fan fiction. Inspired by the song "Let It Burn" by Red, my favorite band.

Disclaimer:I do not own Harry Potter.

Let It Burn

It hurt, Percy admitted to himself, cutting himself off from his family, but they were wrong, and he had a duty to keep the truth from being obscured.

After a few months, right in the middle of November, he received a letter from Ron. Ron, who had been Percy's favorite brother. Ron, who had decided to be loyal to his delusional friend rather than the truth.

Percy thought about tearing up the letter without opening it, but in the end, he decided to read it.

'Percy' (No 'dear' or 'Perce'.)

'I know you probably won't read this, but I'll just pretend like you will.

I know you're mad at all of us, and Fred, George, and I aren't so fond of you either at the moment, but maybe you should write to Gin, she misses you terribly. She tries to pretend she doesn't, but I know she does.' (But Ginny had taken batty old Dumbledore's side too, so he wouldn't.)

'Percy, what're you kidding yourself for? You know that Harry wouldn't lie about this. You know Dumbledore wouldn't blindly believe this. You know mum and dad aren't morons. You know Bill, Charlie, Fred, George, Gin and I aren't stupid.

It's pretty horrible here at Hogwarts, and it's because of that toad Umbridge the Ministry sent here. She's physically hurting the students Percy. There's a second year girl crying in the corner of the common room right now. Fred and George are trying to cheer her up while Hermione's taking care of the cuts on the girl's hand. Harry's off nursing his own wounds in our dorm.'

Percy closed his eyes. Ron was lying, he had to be. The Ministry would never make students bleed or little girls cry.

'Percy, what're you afraid of? How long are you going to hide from us, from the truth?

Your brother, Ron'

Percy stared at the letter a moment before striding to the lit fireplace in his flat, and dropping the letter in, watching Ron's words shrivel and turn black.

But-

But he was right.

Percy was afraid. Afraid of that maybe, just maybe, he was wrong. Afraid that maybe, just maybe, he'd taken the wrong side.

End