Percy glanced over the top of his newest report, and smiled slowly at what he saw before him. It was Christmas day, and everyone was home, even the twins. Looking at his family interacting like this was a rare occasion. Ever since the twins, Fred and George, had graduated Hogwarts they'd been traveling, promoting their joke shop, which was now doing quite nicely. As usual Percy couldn't help but feel a little left out though. Bill and Charlie were talking about God knows what, probably something off color. The twins were demonstrating some new invention to Mrs. Weasley, who as always looked warily but lovingly at her two troublemakers.
Ron and Ginny were talking as well, probably about school and what they were going to do once they got back. Percy saw Ginny blush, and knew for sure Ron had just made some crack about Harry, but saw his youngest brother in turn go the shade of a radish, probably about some comment involving Hermione. Would they ever learn? The only person missing in this scene was Mr. Weasley, and as Percy well knew, he was off at work, dealing with all the problems Voldermort was once again causing in the Wizarding world.
Maybe by this time next year it'll all be over, Percy thought, going back to his study of broom makes. This thought unsettled him though, because he knew that the only way Voldermort would be gone would be it Harry put himself in the ultimate danger once again. Last year it'd come out why Voldermort had wanted Harry dead. It was quite simple actually. Harry was heir to both Gryffindor and Slytherin. As awful as it seemed, it was true. The combining of the two houses meant nothing bad to anyone except Voldermort himself. It was still unclear why the Dark Lord was threated by the two, but many theories had arisen among those who knew the true story. In the Potter child the best of both houses reigned. Bravery and cunning were amoing Harry's main traits. His existence happened because of a strange, almost unearthly love that shocked even the star gazing centaurs.
James Potter a tall, darkhaired Gryffindor, actually a direct descendent of Godric Gryffindor himself, had fallen for green eyed Lily Evans, unwitting descendant of Salazar Slytherin through dormant magical blood in her perdominately muggle family. Their love crossed all boundaries, including those drawn in a sometimes violent line between those in the Gryffindor and Slytherin houses. Only Professor Dumbledore noted the implications of their union, and helped them hide themselves when Voldermort took out his pledge to see them destroyed.
Breaking out of his reverie, Percy got up and headed over to the fireplace. He was waiting for someone. This someone was the only person in the world who could make him take down the barriers of rigidity and formality he'd built up trying to carve a niche for himself in the Weasley clan.
His thoughts wandered to Ron, who was now furiously writing a letter, presumably to Harry or Hermione. Poor Ron was the youngest and almost always neglected of the six brothers. Not neglected in the way of not having enough of everything, but neglected in the sense that everything he did had a shadow hanging over it. There had been two Head Boys, one Quiddich captain, and two popular pranskters. Where did Ron fit in in all this? No one knew yet, although it was quite obvious this question was haunting his youngest brother as well.
Ron and Ginny were talking as well, probably about school and what they were going to do once they got back. Percy saw Ginny blush, and knew for sure Ron had just made some crack about Harry, but saw his youngest brother in turn go the shade of a radish, probably about some comment involving Hermione. Would they ever learn? The only person missing in this scene was Mr. Weasley, and as Percy well knew, he was off at work, dealing with all the problems Voldermort was once again causing in the Wizarding world.
Maybe by this time next year it'll all be over, Percy thought, going back to his study of broom makes. This thought unsettled him though, because he knew that the only way Voldermort would be gone would be it Harry put himself in the ultimate danger once again. Last year it'd come out why Voldermort had wanted Harry dead. It was quite simple actually. Harry was heir to both Gryffindor and Slytherin. As awful as it seemed, it was true. The combining of the two houses meant nothing bad to anyone except Voldermort himself. It was still unclear why the Dark Lord was threated by the two, but many theories had arisen among those who knew the true story. In the Potter child the best of both houses reigned. Bravery and cunning were amoing Harry's main traits. His existence happened because of a strange, almost unearthly love that shocked even the star gazing centaurs.
James Potter a tall, darkhaired Gryffindor, actually a direct descendent of Godric Gryffindor himself, had fallen for green eyed Lily Evans, unwitting descendant of Salazar Slytherin through dormant magical blood in her perdominately muggle family. Their love crossed all boundaries, including those drawn in a sometimes violent line between those in the Gryffindor and Slytherin houses. Only Professor Dumbledore noted the implications of their union, and helped them hide themselves when Voldermort took out his pledge to see them destroyed.
Breaking out of his reverie, Percy got up and headed over to the fireplace. He was waiting for someone. This someone was the only person in the world who could make him take down the barriers of rigidity and formality he'd built up trying to carve a niche for himself in the Weasley clan.
His thoughts wandered to Ron, who was now furiously writing a letter, presumably to Harry or Hermione. Poor Ron was the youngest and almost always neglected of the six brothers. Not neglected in the way of not having enough of everything, but neglected in the sense that everything he did had a shadow hanging over it. There had been two Head Boys, one Quiddich captain, and two popular pranskters. Where did Ron fit in in all this? No one knew yet, although it was quite obvious this question was haunting his youngest brother as well.