WARNING: If this is still unclear, this is SLASH, as in, two men in a romantic or sexual situation. If this bothers you, GOD, it's not like I'm pointing a gun at your head and telling you you have to read it!
DISCLAIMER: Not mine. Hers.
Forget Me Not Part I: An Interesting Visit
Author's notes: Huge thanks to... ah... Louise who beta'd so nicely for me. =) This is the first time I'm writing Percy. I'm thinking six, maybe seven parts. Might change though. And PLEASE, feed me. It is always very much appreciated. =P
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"Do you think he'll know who he is?" Fred asked, not really expecting an answer.
"I dunno," George answered anyway. " Will he remember *us*?"
"Us? I'm not sure I *want* him to remember *us*. Maybe it'd just be better if he had forgotten about it all. Then we could tell him he is the best and the coolest big brother ever. And if he believed us, he could turn into one, right?" Fred continued.
"Maybe. We could tell him he gives us money all the time and stands up for us when Mum is yelling!" George grinned at his twin. Fred returned the grin, but then said,
"Well, knowing him, he'll probably remember every single detail of this and try to hang us for it."
George didn't care, he just kept grinning. He motioned for his twin to hold Percy's legs. Between the two of them they lifted their unconscious big brother up to lie on the living-room couch. George picked up the bottle Percy had been holding, and drunk from, apparently.
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Percy mumbled something incoherent and opened his eyes, finding himself staring at the ceiling. The twins heard his voice and were right next to him in a split second.
"How are you feeling?"
"Can you feel your fingers?"
"George, why wouldn't he feel his fingers? Can you remember your name? Or our names?"
Percy blinked. He had an awfully bored expression on his face and said, "Fred, George, what is this?" His tone was irritated. He had just been unconscious for an hour and he woke up irritated? Oh, yes...he must be fine.
"Damn, he remembers."
Fred ignored his twin and turned to Percy, "Nothing. Just lie there until you feel well enough to get up."
"What *is* this? Tell me, now!"
George sighed and pushed Fred away. "You drank from the wrong bottle. What you drank wasn't juice; it was potion." he explained. Fred glanced at his twin with narrowed eyes that were saying, 'Did you have to tell him?'
It took Percy a moment to figure out what 'You drank potion' meant. "Well, that explains my headache. What *kind* of potion was it?"
"It was a memory potion. We've invented it! It's supposed to make you forget about who you are for a while, just a few minutes! But it hasn't been tested yet, and, well... it was kind of strong and you drank quite a bit of it!" Fred said.
"And what *exactly* was it doing on the same shelf with all the *drinkable* things in this house?" Percy asked, raising an eyebrow angrily.
"Erh...for the joke shop, you know? We don't really have too many places to store our things," George said. "But you remember everything, don't you? So it didn't work." He glanced disappointedly at his twin.
"Wait a minute! I just drank something you made and all you think of is 'we're sorry it didn't work'?" Percy exclaimed. He would've rolled his eyes if he didn't consider that to be a very immature thing to do. "Does Mum know about this?"
"About what?"
"This," Percy said and gestured vaguely towards the unlucky bottle that George had put on the table. "That you've been hiding poisonous things in her kitchen?"
George wanted to shout, 'It isn't poisonous!' but figured it would've sounded too much like Percy. So he just smirked and said, "No," then added, "and it *isn't* poisonous."
"So you really remember everything?" Fred interrupted and looked hopefully at his big brother.
"It's awful how you two care about your own success more than you do about my health!" Percy told them. "And yes, I remember everything. Perfectly."
"You remember your first day at Hogwarts? Your first day working for the Ministry of Magic?" George tried.
"You remember Harry Potter? Penelope Clearwater? Oliver Wood?" Fred continued, listing names of people Percy had known back at Hogwarts.
"Yes," Percy answered in an icy tone.
"You remember...um... the Chamber of Secrets? That was in your sixth year," George questioned.
"Yes," Percy repeated impatiently.
"Well, how about...you still remember Bill and Charlie, don't you? And Mum and Dad? Us? Ron? Ginny?" George asked.
"Do you remember all the necessary spells?" Fred asked.
"Yeah, like, what do you say when you try to lock a door?" George continued.
"Yes, I remember!" Percy was now shrieking.
"Well. you remember Lockhart? Um... Professor Lupin, who was a werewolf? Um... how we won the Quidditch Cup in your seventh year?" Fred asked, starting to seem a bit disappointed.
Percy didn't yell, "Yes!" and start to shout at them, like they expected. He just frowned and then said, "I remember Lockhart. But I don't remember anyone named Lupin. And we won the Qudditch Cup? That's *great*! I bet Oliver was happy!"
And suddenly both twins had wide grins on their faces. They shared a glance that said, 'It worked! It really worked!'
And then, Percy seemed to figure out the exactly same thing. He stood up and turned to face the twins properly. The twins shared another glance - this time it said, 'Uh oh.'
"You two! What have you *done*?!? Please tell me this is just temporary, right? You...you irresponsible...kids! How could you do this? I would've thought you had grown up a bit, but no! I will make sure Mum hears about this. This is unbelievable! What if I've forgotten about something important, something work-related? Mum can come up with some sort of punishment for you two, I'm just too busy for that! I *hope* you understand what a serious matter this is! What if I had forgotten about something even *more* important?"
"But, you didn't!" Fred assured.
"Yes, nothing important happened in your seventh year! Except that we won the Quidditch Cup, but that's all in the past anyway, isn't it?" George confirmed.
"That is the only reason I'm going to go upstairs now and try to ignore you two for the rest of the holiday. I *did* come here to *rest*, you know. I *didn't* come here so that you two could play games on me or use me as a guinea pig!" With that, Percy turned around and headed for the stairs. Then, suddenly, he stopped and looked at the twins once more. "And for your information, I asked Oliver to stay with us for a while here at the Burrow. I hope you two have the decency to tell him why I can't talk to him about our seventh year!"
And with that he disappeared upstairs. The twins turned to face each other. No words necessary; the grins on their faces told it all. So Percy didn't remember one year of his life, so what? This was *great*! Their potion had worked! And, it *was* temporary. He'd probably remember everything in a week or two...or, well, maybe a decade or two.
And Oliver was coming over? That was great! Wood had always been such a great guy - not to mention he was now a famous, popular and rich Quidditch star. He was a person who'd definitely be impressed by the twin's jokes.
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Oliver Wood was standing outside of the Burrow. Why was he here? He shouldn't have come. He should have stayed home and practised Quidditch through his break. He shouldn't have come here to see the Weasleys, to see Percy. He still hadn't completely forgiven him.
He still hadn't forgiven his former roommate and friend for breaking his heart.
But that was all in the past, wasn't it? Whatever it had been, it didn't matter anymore. They were grown-ups now, both of them. But the reason Oliver was here...well, he wouldn't have come if what had happened in the past didn't matter to him. So he still *had* to have some sort of feelings for Percy.
He had been owled a few days earlier by Percy who had asked him if he'd like to spend a couple of days with him, maybe a week or so. He didn't know if Percy wanted to get him back or just talk about old times and maybe be friends again. They hadn't talked to each other since graduation and that had been four years ago. Well, Percy had sent him an owl every now and then to congratulate him on victories and such, but it had never been anything actually *personal*.
Oliver still wasn't quite sure how it had begun in the first place. They had been best friends - both under a lot of pressure, both very tired, both trying to figure out who they actually were. Then, suddenly, they had been sleeping together. And poor little Oliver had fallen for Percy. Hard. He had thought it would last forever. He had thought the feeling was mutual. Yeah, he had thought a lot of things.
They had spent their days in the same classes, sat next to each other at meals, done their homework together - and spent their nights making love in their empty dormitory. It wasn't their fault they had been the only male Gryffindors in their year - but they certainly had taken advantage of it.
Then, Percy had decided he wanted to try, one more time, to be 'normal.' He had chosen a Ravenclaw Prefect, this Penelope Clearwater, over Oliver. Oliver had been heart-broken and angry, furious even, and refused to talk to him again. They had gone their separate ways, Oliver into professional Quidditch and Percy into the Ministry of Magic. Oliver had spent the last four years in short relationships, with both men and women, and assumed Percy still had his Miss Penelope Clearwater - at least he'd never heard there had been a wedding. So was that why Percy had invited him here? Oliver knew he had a flat in London. Maybe it was a flat he shared with *her* - no place for a former male lover to come and visit him, eh?
So what was he here for? He had thought - well, maybe hoped - he had gotten over Percy. Well, maybe he hadn't. Maybe he was still head over heals in love with him. He hoped not. No matter what, this was going to become an interesting visit.
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DISCLAIMER: Not mine. Hers.
Forget Me Not Part I: An Interesting Visit
Author's notes: Huge thanks to... ah... Louise who beta'd so nicely for me. =) This is the first time I'm writing Percy. I'm thinking six, maybe seven parts. Might change though. And PLEASE, feed me. It is always very much appreciated. =P
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"Do you think he'll know who he is?" Fred asked, not really expecting an answer.
"I dunno," George answered anyway. " Will he remember *us*?"
"Us? I'm not sure I *want* him to remember *us*. Maybe it'd just be better if he had forgotten about it all. Then we could tell him he is the best and the coolest big brother ever. And if he believed us, he could turn into one, right?" Fred continued.
"Maybe. We could tell him he gives us money all the time and stands up for us when Mum is yelling!" George grinned at his twin. Fred returned the grin, but then said,
"Well, knowing him, he'll probably remember every single detail of this and try to hang us for it."
George didn't care, he just kept grinning. He motioned for his twin to hold Percy's legs. Between the two of them they lifted their unconscious big brother up to lie on the living-room couch. George picked up the bottle Percy had been holding, and drunk from, apparently.
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Percy mumbled something incoherent and opened his eyes, finding himself staring at the ceiling. The twins heard his voice and were right next to him in a split second.
"How are you feeling?"
"Can you feel your fingers?"
"George, why wouldn't he feel his fingers? Can you remember your name? Or our names?"
Percy blinked. He had an awfully bored expression on his face and said, "Fred, George, what is this?" His tone was irritated. He had just been unconscious for an hour and he woke up irritated? Oh, yes...he must be fine.
"Damn, he remembers."
Fred ignored his twin and turned to Percy, "Nothing. Just lie there until you feel well enough to get up."
"What *is* this? Tell me, now!"
George sighed and pushed Fred away. "You drank from the wrong bottle. What you drank wasn't juice; it was potion." he explained. Fred glanced at his twin with narrowed eyes that were saying, 'Did you have to tell him?'
It took Percy a moment to figure out what 'You drank potion' meant. "Well, that explains my headache. What *kind* of potion was it?"
"It was a memory potion. We've invented it! It's supposed to make you forget about who you are for a while, just a few minutes! But it hasn't been tested yet, and, well... it was kind of strong and you drank quite a bit of it!" Fred said.
"And what *exactly* was it doing on the same shelf with all the *drinkable* things in this house?" Percy asked, raising an eyebrow angrily.
"Erh...for the joke shop, you know? We don't really have too many places to store our things," George said. "But you remember everything, don't you? So it didn't work." He glanced disappointedly at his twin.
"Wait a minute! I just drank something you made and all you think of is 'we're sorry it didn't work'?" Percy exclaimed. He would've rolled his eyes if he didn't consider that to be a very immature thing to do. "Does Mum know about this?"
"About what?"
"This," Percy said and gestured vaguely towards the unlucky bottle that George had put on the table. "That you've been hiding poisonous things in her kitchen?"
George wanted to shout, 'It isn't poisonous!' but figured it would've sounded too much like Percy. So he just smirked and said, "No," then added, "and it *isn't* poisonous."
"So you really remember everything?" Fred interrupted and looked hopefully at his big brother.
"It's awful how you two care about your own success more than you do about my health!" Percy told them. "And yes, I remember everything. Perfectly."
"You remember your first day at Hogwarts? Your first day working for the Ministry of Magic?" George tried.
"You remember Harry Potter? Penelope Clearwater? Oliver Wood?" Fred continued, listing names of people Percy had known back at Hogwarts.
"Yes," Percy answered in an icy tone.
"You remember...um... the Chamber of Secrets? That was in your sixth year," George questioned.
"Yes," Percy repeated impatiently.
"Well, how about...you still remember Bill and Charlie, don't you? And Mum and Dad? Us? Ron? Ginny?" George asked.
"Do you remember all the necessary spells?" Fred asked.
"Yeah, like, what do you say when you try to lock a door?" George continued.
"Yes, I remember!" Percy was now shrieking.
"Well. you remember Lockhart? Um... Professor Lupin, who was a werewolf? Um... how we won the Quidditch Cup in your seventh year?" Fred asked, starting to seem a bit disappointed.
Percy didn't yell, "Yes!" and start to shout at them, like they expected. He just frowned and then said, "I remember Lockhart. But I don't remember anyone named Lupin. And we won the Qudditch Cup? That's *great*! I bet Oliver was happy!"
And suddenly both twins had wide grins on their faces. They shared a glance that said, 'It worked! It really worked!'
And then, Percy seemed to figure out the exactly same thing. He stood up and turned to face the twins properly. The twins shared another glance - this time it said, 'Uh oh.'
"You two! What have you *done*?!? Please tell me this is just temporary, right? You...you irresponsible...kids! How could you do this? I would've thought you had grown up a bit, but no! I will make sure Mum hears about this. This is unbelievable! What if I've forgotten about something important, something work-related? Mum can come up with some sort of punishment for you two, I'm just too busy for that! I *hope* you understand what a serious matter this is! What if I had forgotten about something even *more* important?"
"But, you didn't!" Fred assured.
"Yes, nothing important happened in your seventh year! Except that we won the Quidditch Cup, but that's all in the past anyway, isn't it?" George confirmed.
"That is the only reason I'm going to go upstairs now and try to ignore you two for the rest of the holiday. I *did* come here to *rest*, you know. I *didn't* come here so that you two could play games on me or use me as a guinea pig!" With that, Percy turned around and headed for the stairs. Then, suddenly, he stopped and looked at the twins once more. "And for your information, I asked Oliver to stay with us for a while here at the Burrow. I hope you two have the decency to tell him why I can't talk to him about our seventh year!"
And with that he disappeared upstairs. The twins turned to face each other. No words necessary; the grins on their faces told it all. So Percy didn't remember one year of his life, so what? This was *great*! Their potion had worked! And, it *was* temporary. He'd probably remember everything in a week or two...or, well, maybe a decade or two.
And Oliver was coming over? That was great! Wood had always been such a great guy - not to mention he was now a famous, popular and rich Quidditch star. He was a person who'd definitely be impressed by the twin's jokes.
~~~
Oliver Wood was standing outside of the Burrow. Why was he here? He shouldn't have come. He should have stayed home and practised Quidditch through his break. He shouldn't have come here to see the Weasleys, to see Percy. He still hadn't completely forgiven him.
He still hadn't forgiven his former roommate and friend for breaking his heart.
But that was all in the past, wasn't it? Whatever it had been, it didn't matter anymore. They were grown-ups now, both of them. But the reason Oliver was here...well, he wouldn't have come if what had happened in the past didn't matter to him. So he still *had* to have some sort of feelings for Percy.
He had been owled a few days earlier by Percy who had asked him if he'd like to spend a couple of days with him, maybe a week or so. He didn't know if Percy wanted to get him back or just talk about old times and maybe be friends again. They hadn't talked to each other since graduation and that had been four years ago. Well, Percy had sent him an owl every now and then to congratulate him on victories and such, but it had never been anything actually *personal*.
Oliver still wasn't quite sure how it had begun in the first place. They had been best friends - both under a lot of pressure, both very tired, both trying to figure out who they actually were. Then, suddenly, they had been sleeping together. And poor little Oliver had fallen for Percy. Hard. He had thought it would last forever. He had thought the feeling was mutual. Yeah, he had thought a lot of things.
They had spent their days in the same classes, sat next to each other at meals, done their homework together - and spent their nights making love in their empty dormitory. It wasn't their fault they had been the only male Gryffindors in their year - but they certainly had taken advantage of it.
Then, Percy had decided he wanted to try, one more time, to be 'normal.' He had chosen a Ravenclaw Prefect, this Penelope Clearwater, over Oliver. Oliver had been heart-broken and angry, furious even, and refused to talk to him again. They had gone their separate ways, Oliver into professional Quidditch and Percy into the Ministry of Magic. Oliver had spent the last four years in short relationships, with both men and women, and assumed Percy still had his Miss Penelope Clearwater - at least he'd never heard there had been a wedding. So was that why Percy had invited him here? Oliver knew he had a flat in London. Maybe it was a flat he shared with *her* - no place for a former male lover to come and visit him, eh?
So what was he here for? He had thought - well, maybe hoped - he had gotten over Percy. Well, maybe he hadn't. Maybe he was still head over heals in love with him. He hoped not. No matter what, this was going to become an interesting visit.
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