Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from Harry Potter, especially not Percy Weasley. They are JKR's. Spoilers from Deathly Hallows so don't read if you haven't read that. I might continue this if I get umm…some reviews. I dunno how many. Some would just be nice. :) Right then. Enjoy.


Red hair stands out on a dark night sky. No matter where you are, if you have red hair and its dark at night, it still stands out. Percy somewhat regretted this, as he stood on the edge of a tall block of flats. Having quit working for the Ministry, he was now working for the Order full time. He couldn't keep it on his mind for long, though. One person dominated his thoughts since that battle at Hogwarts.

Yes, Voldemort was dead. Everything was meant to be fine now, right?

Well, it wasn't. Foreign Death Eaters had to be tracked down and as a sort of punishment in the guise of a mission for betraying the Order, Percy was at this very moment in France. He'd already tracked down one, performed a Full Body Bind curse on him and Stunned him, before sending him back to Grimmauld Place on a Portkey (a baguette, no less). He had time to find the others. Which brought him up to now.

Fred. All the time, all he thought of was Fred. His brother had died from joking with Percy. Percy could have stopped it. But no. Percy had to take revenge on the Minister. He neglected his brother. Just as he got his family back, he lost one of them…and now he was wasting time crying over him when he didn't even have the right to. He'd disowned them all, hadn't he? And yet they were taking him back, allowing him to grieve like the rest of it when he wasn't even worth their time. Percy laughed bitterly, thinking as the tears rolled freely down his pale freckled face.

I'm worth no-one's time.

Self-loathing was one of the things he'd learnt at the Ministry. Ministry personnel were disposable; if you ran out of one type of person you could just find another. Percy snorted. Look at the Minister. Replaced over and over again without a second thought from anyone. The same could be done to Percy; especially as he knew he was worthless.

They took me back with open arms.

Dangling a foot over the edge, Percy took a deep breath. Fred was gone, George was in Germany, and everyone else was back at headquarters. No-one would know he'd done it himself. They'd all assume it was Death Eaters. Taking off his horn-rimmed glasses, fogged up from the heat radiating from his face, he dropped them onto the pavement below. It seemed an awful drop from here, even more so when he saw his glasses smash on the hard concrete. Looking up to the heavens and praying to God he wouldn't make too much mess, Percy Weasley swan-dived.