author's note.

So I am aware that I have not written a story in perhaps a year or so from now besides NaNoWriMo. So I would like to take the time right now to apologise for perhaps the worst writing of my life.

This story tells the life of Percy Weasley from OOTP up to Deathly Hollows, which is a sign that this story will contain spoilers, and to those who have not laid their eyes on this book nor have completed it prior to reading this, I suggest that you do not read this fanfiction until you have finished the entire series.

Thank you for reading! Cheers!

Summer of 1994

"No, Father!" a young man shouted, his freckled cheeks flushing a bright red in his own anger.

"Listen, Percy!" an identical, yet older and wider man said, his voice desperate to calm this younger man down, running his pudgy fingers through his hair.

"No, you listen, Father!" the young man named Percy shouted, grabbing hold of the pitcher of water in front of him on the table and he threw it down onto the ground, not bothering to pick up the shards of glass nor clean the water that lied at his feet. "I am sick of you and Mother taking sides with that…bloody Dumbledore! I-"

"Percy!" a wide woman gasped, emerging from the doorway, her strawberry blond curls bouncing on her shoulders as she placed a bottle of milk down upon the counter of the kitchen. "Percy – oh Arthur! What is going on?"

"Perce-"

"Percy," the young man said stonily, looking at his father in the eye in his own fury.

"Percy here is calling Dumbledore a fool…says we shouldn't align with him and with Fudge instead…" his father said sarcastically, staring Percy down.

"Mum!" two voices chirped outside the door, a man's deepening voice and a woman's developing voice. "Come on, Mum! Open the door!"

"Open the door yourself!" Percy shouted back before his mother could open her mouth.

"Cripes, Perce," the young man entering the house remarked. "What's gotten into you today?"

"Fred and George probably took his picture of Penny again..," the young woman entering giggled, placing a bag on the counter besides the milk, and was met with the milk spilling upon her soiled jeans.

"Percy!" cried his mother and the young woman, both their eyes clearly confused by this outrage.

"I'm telling you, Father – Fudge is right!" Percy said coldly, ignoring the cries of the young woman and his mother. "Dumbledore is making all of this up!"

"So you think Harry is lying?" his father and the young man asked simultaneously, defending the Potter boy.

"No," Percy said, eying the young man more than his father. "I think that he was just trying to get attention-"

Before the young man could open his mouth to counter back, his father raised up his wand.

"Out!" his father shouted angrily. "Get out of my house!"

"I will!" Percy shouted, and pushed the young man to the floor on his way up the stairs. "Five minutes and I will never step my foot in this house ever again!"

"Do that!" his father shouted as the mother reached out her arm to reach for Percy, who brushed her arm away.

"Fine!" Percy said in a demanding voice, and vanished up the stairs.

"Perce, so good to see you-" a humorous voice came from the stairs, and then there was a crack.

"Oi! Perce!" an identical humorous voice cried out in pain. "What the bloody hell was that for?"

"MOVE!"

"Fred! George!" the young woman called, following in Percy's steps and there was another thump.

"Blimey, Ginny," the first humorous voice called. "Percy's having another phase – relax. He's not going to burn down the house or anything."

"Nor Jinx anything in the house. No worries Ginny, he won't curse your broom," the second humorous voice laughed, and there was a whack.

"For your information," Ginny said in an angry voice that floated over the entire house, "Dad and Percy had a row!"

"Typical, ain't it, George?" the first humorous voice remarked, snorting slightly.

"Fred!" Ginny cried exasperatedly, slapping her brother's arm once more.

"Now Gin," George smiled, "Percy's going to leave, and he'll come back in two days. Just watch." George and Fred exchanged secret smiles, winks illuminating their faces.

"BLOODY MOVE!" Percy shouted once more, lugging down a huge trunkload of his own belongings, throwing a hex in Ginny's direction if she hadn't dodged it by inches.

"Perce!" George and Fred shouted simultaneously as the young man charmed his trunk and other belongings above all their heads as his feet came down to a rest onto the uneven first floor.

"Percy…please…," his mother wailed from the table where she had been sitting, flinging her hands into the air, but she was silenced with the flick of his wand.

"I do not want to associate with Dumbledore supporters," Percy said in a dangerously quiet voice, his eyes narrowing to slits. "Good bye."

And without a last look at his family, he slammed the door shut and walked out into the bright daylight.

"No...Percy!" his mother wailed from the window, anger and failure flashing in her red, plump cheeks. Percy's father stood at the doorway, not doing a single thing about his maddened wife.

"HOW COULD YOU?" his wife asked, taking out her wand threateningly. "How could you, Arthur?"

And her husband shook his head as their four younger children looked on, shock fallen on all their faces.

Percy had gone too far before, his pompous actions and behaviour getting in his way.

But nothing like this.

Nothing like a fight that had torn the family down in half.