A.N. Well this story pretty much takes places the summer after the fourth
book, when Percy leaves his family. I don't know if I got any small facts
wrong, but I'll go back later and change them if I did. My brother and I
got in a discussion about the Percy thing and we think it would be pretty
cool if it turns out Percy is a spy for the good guys, but only Dumbledore
can know, to be sure it can NEVER get leaked ya know? Anyway, the rating
will go up later, and this will include some slash, I'm not saying who yet,
so read, enjoy, review, sorry it's so short, more soon I promise! Oh and,
none of these characters are mine.etc etc
Percival Weasley looked frantically around his room, one last time. He didn't know when he was going to see it again, or even if he ever would. His heart ached with pain at the thought of abandoning his family, pretending he didn't care. But it had to be done. It had to.
Only a few short days after the end of the Hogwarts term, Albus Dumbledore had come to him with a mission that he simply couldn't refuse, not even knowing the pain it would cause him and so many others. The pain they would feel, would be temporary, and insignificant to the pain that would be caused if Voldemort was able to take over the wizarding community, and eventually kill off all the muggles.
Percy snatched an almost forgotten shirt from the very bottom drawer of his dresser. A lone tear threatened to drop from his eye, and he steadied himself for a moment, fighting for control of his emotions. It's gonna be hard Percy, but in the end, they'll recognize your sacrifices and thank you for them, he thought. He breathed slowly, deeply, and shoved the last item in his small bag. He remembered Dumbledore's words.
Take bare minimums..we can't have Arthur or Molly suspecting anything.
He re-thought the extra pairs of socks, and decided to take only half of them. When he had whittled it down to the essentials, he zipped up his bag, and flung open his door. As he suspected, his mother was outside the door, crying and looking at him as though she was seeing someone she knew was doomed. He hardened his face against her, and swept past her. He saw his brothers, and father in the kitchen briefly before he walked quickly to the broom closet, picked up his Cleansweep, and without a word or further look to any of them, he disapparated. He arrived at the meeting place that Dumbledore had set. Somewhere out of the way where they wouldn't be seen, a small pub outside of Surrey.
He looked around the small, dank men's room and was grateful no one was present. As suddenly as he had appeared, a tall, older man appeared right next to him. He turned and looked at the redhead. A small smile appeared on Dumbledore's face.
"Ah, Mr. Weasley; so glad you could make it. I was rather afraid you would change your mind," Dumbledore said. Percy looked at him for a moment, and burst into tears. Albus, who was expecting something of this nature, allowed the boy to cry on his shoulder, patting his back and saying "there there" occasionally until Percy raised his red, blotchy face and looked at him again.
"I'm sorry sir. I'm most anxious about upsetting my family," He managed to explain between small hiccups. Dumbledore closed his eyes for a moment while he nodded to emphasize that he understood.
"Percy.I know you're giving up a lot, but this is the only way.we need more spies, we simply don't have enough. Who better than the son of the most outspoken family against Voldemort and the Ministry?" Dumbledore spoke in even, calm tones, as always.
"I understand. Tell me specifics, now that you know I'm ready for the job, tell me what the job is exactly," Percy implored, with a slightly scared, slightly inquisitive look on his face.
"All in good time Percy.all in good time. Now, I don't think I'll stand out too much in this," Dumbledore said and chuckled. For the first time, Percy looked down to see his former headmaster in a brown sweater, and dragon- skin pants. This was the first time Percy had seen his former headmaster in anything other than the large, elaborate robes he ever wore.
"Sir, I think my broomstick will draw attention to us," Percy said, realizing he had it in his hand still.
"Nonsense Percy, muggles have these people called janitors. They use broomsticks for cleaning the floor. We could pretend you're one of those," Dumbledore said. Percy chuckled in spite of himself.
"I remember my father telling me something like that when I was younger," he said, his smile turning to a frown quickly.
"Come now, we need to discuss the specifics, Errol will be waiting for you at your new residence and we don't want to keep him waiting now do we?" Percy shook his head and followed Dumbledore's lead out of the bathroom. He could feel it in him, a new part of his life was about to begin. And he didn't know if he was ready yet.
A.N. Please review, I haven't written Harry Potter fan fiction in quite some time, I'm kinda rusty. Sorry it's so short. I promise more soon.
Percival Weasley looked frantically around his room, one last time. He didn't know when he was going to see it again, or even if he ever would. His heart ached with pain at the thought of abandoning his family, pretending he didn't care. But it had to be done. It had to.
Only a few short days after the end of the Hogwarts term, Albus Dumbledore had come to him with a mission that he simply couldn't refuse, not even knowing the pain it would cause him and so many others. The pain they would feel, would be temporary, and insignificant to the pain that would be caused if Voldemort was able to take over the wizarding community, and eventually kill off all the muggles.
Percy snatched an almost forgotten shirt from the very bottom drawer of his dresser. A lone tear threatened to drop from his eye, and he steadied himself for a moment, fighting for control of his emotions. It's gonna be hard Percy, but in the end, they'll recognize your sacrifices and thank you for them, he thought. He breathed slowly, deeply, and shoved the last item in his small bag. He remembered Dumbledore's words.
Take bare minimums..we can't have Arthur or Molly suspecting anything.
He re-thought the extra pairs of socks, and decided to take only half of them. When he had whittled it down to the essentials, he zipped up his bag, and flung open his door. As he suspected, his mother was outside the door, crying and looking at him as though she was seeing someone she knew was doomed. He hardened his face against her, and swept past her. He saw his brothers, and father in the kitchen briefly before he walked quickly to the broom closet, picked up his Cleansweep, and without a word or further look to any of them, he disapparated. He arrived at the meeting place that Dumbledore had set. Somewhere out of the way where they wouldn't be seen, a small pub outside of Surrey.
He looked around the small, dank men's room and was grateful no one was present. As suddenly as he had appeared, a tall, older man appeared right next to him. He turned and looked at the redhead. A small smile appeared on Dumbledore's face.
"Ah, Mr. Weasley; so glad you could make it. I was rather afraid you would change your mind," Dumbledore said. Percy looked at him for a moment, and burst into tears. Albus, who was expecting something of this nature, allowed the boy to cry on his shoulder, patting his back and saying "there there" occasionally until Percy raised his red, blotchy face and looked at him again.
"I'm sorry sir. I'm most anxious about upsetting my family," He managed to explain between small hiccups. Dumbledore closed his eyes for a moment while he nodded to emphasize that he understood.
"Percy.I know you're giving up a lot, but this is the only way.we need more spies, we simply don't have enough. Who better than the son of the most outspoken family against Voldemort and the Ministry?" Dumbledore spoke in even, calm tones, as always.
"I understand. Tell me specifics, now that you know I'm ready for the job, tell me what the job is exactly," Percy implored, with a slightly scared, slightly inquisitive look on his face.
"All in good time Percy.all in good time. Now, I don't think I'll stand out too much in this," Dumbledore said and chuckled. For the first time, Percy looked down to see his former headmaster in a brown sweater, and dragon- skin pants. This was the first time Percy had seen his former headmaster in anything other than the large, elaborate robes he ever wore.
"Sir, I think my broomstick will draw attention to us," Percy said, realizing he had it in his hand still.
"Nonsense Percy, muggles have these people called janitors. They use broomsticks for cleaning the floor. We could pretend you're one of those," Dumbledore said. Percy chuckled in spite of himself.
"I remember my father telling me something like that when I was younger," he said, his smile turning to a frown quickly.
"Come now, we need to discuss the specifics, Errol will be waiting for you at your new residence and we don't want to keep him waiting now do we?" Percy shook his head and followed Dumbledore's lead out of the bathroom. He could feel it in him, a new part of his life was about to begin. And he didn't know if he was ready yet.
A.N. Please review, I haven't written Harry Potter fan fiction in quite some time, I'm kinda rusty. Sorry it's so short. I promise more soon.