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Percy stood on Platform 9 3/4, his hands shoved into the pockets of his Ministry robes. His tired eyes searched the windows, falling finally on a matching set. Lucy, his younger daughter, gave a nervous wave and he forced a smile. He couldn't help the lead weight in the pit of his stomach as he watched the train lurch forward.
She was leaving. They had had a fight that morning, their last morning. It wasn't a big fight and under normal circumstances, he wouldn't have given it a second thought but that morning should have been different. He had told her not to take the crusts off of her toast. She had torn them off anyway. Percy heaved a heavy, hitching sigh.
Molly had always been such an easy child, so similar to himself and his wife that she had seemed like a natural extension of the two of them. Lucy on the other hand, she had always been different. Even at eleven she displayed a frightening disregard for rules and authority. It seemed to Percy that she disobeyed just to irritate him. They were small, seemingly inconsequential snubs but he had a sinking feeling they were just the beginning.
He watched as the train slipped from view, massaging his temples tenderly. He couldn't help but feel she was slipping through his fingers.
A/N: My original Lucy Weasley fic didn't work. This story will just be very brief snapshots of Lucy and Percy's relationship. I hope you enjoyed REVIEW!!