A/N – Hey this is my first Percy fic but I've been throwing this around in my head for a while. I'm warning in advance that I am not very accurate with dates and timeline, but please just go with it =).

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters, they belong to J.K. Rowling.

Bill Weasley hadn't thought of seeing his younger brother ever again since he stormed out of the family home, breaking his mother's heart. His blood still burned through his veins whenever he saw his mother's eyes tear up or someone pause mid sentence to avoid his name. He had never been particularly close with Percy. Oh sure, he had a few vague memories of a small four year old with red hair, freckles, and glasses, and the biggest smile lighting his face. But those were few and far between and Percy just got colder and more stuck up since then. Too driven by ambition and self righteous pride. That's why when Bill saw a shock of bright red hair slip into Knockturn Alley one Saturday morning, Bill followed, sure it was Ron or one of the twins getting themselves into more trouble.

Bill's tall, muscular build easily kept pace with the lanky redhead, but it wasn't until his troubled brother turned into a dingy, broken down building that Bill saw his face.

"Percy?"

Fortunately, the estranged brother had already slipped past the door that desperately clung on to its rusty hinges, and didn't hear his older brother's shocked exclamation of recognition. Bill crept up to the building's lone window. Despite the dust that matted the once clear glass, Bill could see the scene unfolding inside the building. Percy, having entered into a waiting room of broken glass and dust was soon approached by two larger men. Bill instinctively knew these were not the type of men his proper and reserved little brother should be in the company of, though whether it was the large scars running across one man's face or the manic, contemptuous glint in both of their eyes, Bill couldn't tell you. After a quick, albeit thorough, search of Percy's person, Bill watched in horror as his brother was led through a door in the back of the room. The time passed slowly for the eldest Weasley, as he desperately awaited his brother's return. The realization that the stoic nature with which Percy had endured the search, along with the glint of recognition at the men's approach, indicated that Percy was a frequent visitor to these parts, did little to reassure him. Just when Bill was about to give in to his worry and storm the building, Percy reemerged from the back room, holding a bag. Percy stumbled out of the building and up the street without even noticing his older brother. Bill, curious as to the contents of the bag, watched in disgust as Percy pulled out a tiny, circular object from his pouch…

"A galleon!"

Bill fumed. That dirty little… First he breaks our family's heart under the pretence of the right moral Ministry and now he's diving into the world of illegal crime, selling his soul on the darkest street of Diagon Alley. That greedy traitor!

Bill could barely contain himself, his anger so wrapped itself around him, it blinded him to the deathly pallor that tinted his brother's stumbling frame.