A/N: I don't own anything!

To Be Honest With All.

Chapter One, Nightmare

The castle was in shambles. Windows and walls were blown out and the rubble littered everywhere. Not notice the broken glass and stone he went through the great doors and into the entrance hall and stood there. Not a sound could be heard.

After a few seconds, he turned and went off through the twin doors to the side. He was walking through the Great Hall. The soft sound of sobbing came to his ears.

All along in rows were the bodies of the dead, students and adults. Many had frozen faces with their eyes opened while others did not. As he went along, the perfectly still bodies of Remus and Tonks came into view.

They had a strange peaceful looks on their faces. They had fallen to the Death Eaters and now left behind a child without both parents. Turning away he saw the body of Fred Weasley.

Kneeling all around him was his family. A mother sobbing as she cradled his body while a father did his best on console her while grieving himself. His remaining twin, brothers, sister, and sister-in-law were all around him crying as well.

None looked up to see him standing there observing the scene. Tears formed in his eyes.

"Oh Fred," he simply quietly to himself.

Only a short time ago, he had returned to his family and made amends with them. In fact it was Fred and then George that had first forgave him for his actions. And now the Wesley family was now once again minus one. But this time it was permanent.

Percy Ignatius Weasley allowed the tears to form.

Looking away from his family he turned to the body on the other side of his brother and his grieving family. What he saw struck him hard; lying there was the body of his closest friend.

Oliver Wood laid there dead.

The Scot Quidditch player had a look of pure fear on his face. The dark brown eyes, which always drew Percy's attention, were wide open as they looked straight up to the enchanted ceiling. Deep cuts crossed his perfect face and his strong hands. Buries seemed to be everywhere. The well built body, which came from all the endless Quidditch practice, looked as if it had been thrown against a wall or the ground numerous times.

"Oliver? No. No!"

Percy fell to the ground beside Oliver and began to cry. He covered his eyes with his hands and cried even harder. As much as it hurt loosing Fred, Percy felt that the loss of the Puddlemore United Keeper was an even harder blow to him.

Fred would pull pranks on Percy and make him the punch line of many jokes. Oliver had understood him and never treated him like he was fussy suborned stick in the mud. True he would tease Percy now and again but it was that close friend teasing.

Oliver, his closet and quite possibly his only true best friend was gone forever just like his brother. He was the first person he had ever met on the Hogwarts Express. Oliver was also one of the few people who could truly stand Percy and his fussy personality.

Oliver, who had the most innocent eyes and stunning eyes Percy ever knew.

And it was Oliver Wood who Percy Ignatius Weasley truly…

"Percy."

The sound of his name being called caused Percy to freeze. For a moment he did not want to know who called his name. He slowly lowered his hands and opened his still tear filled eyes and looked around. It was no one from his family had called him. Or one of the staff members or one of the students either.

Looking down what he saw truly scared him; Oliver's eyes were no longer fixed on the ceiling but were now fixed on Percy.

"O...Oliver?" Percy nervously said.

But no answer came. Instead, Oliver continued to stare at him. It was if Percy was frozen to the spot. Slowly, the Great Hall grew darker and darker. No one seemed to notice as they continued with their grieving. A cold fog began to cover all till Percy could no longer see his family.

Looking down, the body of Oliver was no longer there.

Percy was able to move and stood up. The atmosphere was now frigid and dark. Taking his wand and lifting it he said "Lumos," and the tip of his wand lit up.

He looked around and he could see no one. As he stood there, he got the feeling that someone was behind him.

He turned and there hovering behind him was a looming Dementor. Percy could hear it's raspy drawn out breath. It's decayed looking hands outstretched towards him as it came closer. Percy tried to conjure his Patronus to drive the Dementor back but he could not. No happy thought or memory came to mind. His wand fell from his hand and to the ground.

Percy was frozen with fear. No matter how much he tried, he could not get his body to move. Even as he opened his mouth to yell nothing came out. As the Dementor came closer, another one appeared to its left. Then another one appeared on its right. Percy's eyes widen as more and more Dementors slowly appeared. All with their rotting hands outstretched. The rasping breath they made slowly made the third born Weasley to turn pure white and eyes fill with pure terror.

His legs finally gave way and Percy fell to the ground. Percy felt along the ground for his Hazel wand but he it was nowhere to be found. The Dementors began to glide closer together. Percy was able to move along the ground till his back touched came up against something hard.

Soon the ominous gatherings of Dementors were all around Percy. The overwhelming feelings of terror, fear, dread and more began to overcome Percy. A cold sweat began over came him.

As Percy stared at the wraith-like creatures, the one that he first saw began to lean down closer and closer to his face. Eventually Percy felt the decayed hands grasp both sides of his face. The gaping dark hole, that was where a mouth should have been, slowly opens. Then it happened.

Percy could feel it as the Dementor began to place the gaping hole over his mouth.

Finally, Percy was able to find the means to scream. But as it horrified scream made its way out of his mouth, the Dementor clamped its mouth onto Percy's. As he felt his own soul being sucked out, Percy never stopped screaming.

Everything went black.

Percy Weasley woke with a jolt straight up in his bed. He was sweating heavily and gasping for air.

It had been a nightmare.