Summary: Percy POV *mostly*, though it does switch back and forth through family members. I'm discovering this as I write it, so bear with me...
Author's note: I promised myself I would never write a song fic, but I guess I lied to myself, this just fit so well. Oh yeah, I welcome flames, but I can't promise I'll take them to heart:) Also, the space bar on my keyboard gets stuck for some *cough* unknown *cough* reason. *Note to self, don't drink coke near computer*. Stuff written in Italics is song. "Fear" by Sarah Mclachan. Now, onto the story.....
Fear
I was running, like I could never stop, even if I wanted to. I had to get to them first. They were all I had, I couldn't lose them. I had let the other family die, or fall apart, either way their was no family any more. I couldn't let mine. That sounds horrible, I know, selfish and horrible, but even if they didn't care for me that much, I had to warn them. I had to save them. *Just don't think about what the death eaters did to them. Don't remember the little boy screaming, try to forget Mr. Longbottom shielding his wife's and son's body with his. You couldn't stop them. You didn't even have a wand. You were in hiding. You weren't supposed to be out anyway. All you could do was run. And scream, but you didn't know you were screaming, did you? Like you are now. I have to save them, my family.* I had until sunrise to get there.
Morning smiles
like the face of a newborn child
innocent unknowing
winter's end
promises of a long lost friend
*Perfect Percy, Prefect Percy, Percy that would sell his own family to You-Know-Who if it meant more power.* Yes, Ron had been saying that for years. The first time I had heard it was whenI was 15, when I had just gotten my OWL's back. 12 OWLS. Mom had said, "Haven't I told you not to say that, now eat your breakfast." Needless to say, I had skipped breakfast that morning. I had told mom I was sick when she came up. I hadn't been lying, I was sick.
Speaks to me of comfort
but I fear
I have nothingto give
I have so much to lose
here in this lonely place
tangled up in our embrace
there's nothing I like better than to fall
That was another thing my siblings hated me for, I always followed the rules. The rules kept you out of trouble, kept you safe, kept you from having nightmares that haunted you to the point of wanting to scream, to writhe, to *die*. I tried to teach the rules to my siblings, but it didn't take. They just thought of me as bossy and annoying. Which gave me another bright idea, why not be that, so that nobody ever got close, nobody ever got hurt because of me. It was my motto. "Nobody gets close, nobody gets hurt."
But I fear I have nothing to give
Wind in time
rapes the flower trembling on the vine
nothing yields to shelter it
from above
they say temptation will destroy our love
the never ending hunger
I had to repeat that to myself every holiday when Bill and Charlie and then after some time I came home from Hogwarts and everybody would play quidditch in the paddock. Bill and Charlie forced me to play, saying it would be "Good for me to get out some. Help you keep your mind off, er, things."
but I fear
I have nothing to give
I have somuch to lose
here in this lonely place
tangled up in our embrace
there's nothing I'd like
better than to fall
Of course I knew what they were talking about. The twins, Ron, and Ginny didn't. Mom and dad thought it best not to tell them. They sat Bill, Charlie, and me down to tell us this. They didn't have to tell me. My motto, remember?
but I fear
I have nothing to give
I have so much to lose
I ran, and ran, all the while remembering why I was running. My nightmare was coming back to haunt me. Like a ghost haunts a house in one of those cheap horror movies. It wouldn't leave me. It was suffocating me, I couldn't breathe. But somehow, I ran.
I have nothing to give
we have so much to lose
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