A/N: I've been thinking of this story for sometime now. I hope you all like
it. Please read and review! I made this rating R because it was more than
PG-13.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters, yak, yak. All owned by J.K. Rowling. La, la, la!
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The rain and the wind outside seemed to be having a battle. They were both raging in a contest for who was the loudest.
Thunder clapped against the side of the Borrow. It was as if the storm were trying to blow the old farm house right off the ground.
Seventeen year old Hermione Granger shuttered. She was all alone in the Borrow and wasn't at all happy about it. Mrs. Weasley was out at the Phoenix headquarters taking care of injured wizards. Bill, Charlie, Harry, and Ron were off fighting God knows where.
It had been three years since Voldemort's return. Harry had been fighting him continuously since his rise to power.
Many good men were lost fighting. The previous fall, Remus Lupin had died in battle.
It was sick, Hermione thought angrily. Just plain sick. The whole Wizarding world was at war. It was an awful civil war. Wizard against wizard. Man against man.
Rain splattered loudly on the side of the house.
Hermione jumped. It wasn't that she was afraid being in the house by herself, it was just, well, she, well...
Who the hell was she kidding? She was damn scared out of her wits!
Hermione hugged herself and pulled closer to the kitchen table. She had to stay in control. She couldn't lose her sense of calm. Not here, not now.
The door to the Borrow was suddenly kicked open and Hermione jumped to her feet.
In the doorway, framed in the light of the thunder, were the two Wealsey Twins. In the middle of the twins, being held up by Fred and George, was a tall figure. A tall red harried figure.
Giving a soft whimper Hermione rushed over to the door.
"Get him over to the table Fred," George said quickly ignoring Hermione at first. "That's right. Sit him down."
With great strength, Fred and George pushed the tall figure into a chair. The man slumped over at once with his head down on the table top.
"What happened to Ron?" Hermione squealed seeing the red harried figure slumped over and soaking.
"Nothing happened to Ron," George said at once. "Nothing at all happened to Ron."
"But, but.." Hermione started tearfully. "He...Ron.."
"This isn't Ron," Fred said roughly. "Look Hermione, we don't have time to explain what happened. Take care of Percy. He did a very brave thing for our side. He-"
"Percy?" Hermione said surprised.
"Yeah, Percy," Fred said testily. "Look he's-" He started but was cut off when Percy suddenly lifted his head off the table's surface.
Percy's face looked at the them, bewildered. He wasn't at all his usual calm spoken self.
"N-no," Percy said in a horse voice. "I-I can't.... you...mu-must h-h-help me. I cannot, willnot...you don't understand.... please h-help me..."
"Percy," Fred leaned over and put his hand on his older brother's shoulder. "We understand what happened to you now. We really do Percy. We all treated you like dirt, and you were under Voldemort's influence all this time."
Hermione looked at Fred. "Under Voldemort's influence?" She said sounding just as bewildered as Percy. "What?"
"Percy has been under Voldemort's control for the last three years," Fred said, sounding enraged. "We just found Percy in the battle field. A death eater was there, torturing him, trying to get him to reveal some military secret he thought Percy knew. Turns out Percy was being controlled. He was controlled to do all this crap for Voldemort. He made Percy turn on us -- turn on Harry. Percy was under control when he, well, he-"
"K-killed Mundungus. I-I k-killed him Fred," Percy said, clenching his fist. "I-I knew Voldemort h-had returned i-in H-Harry's fourth year. I kn- knew it at once. I-I was m-made to k-kill the n-non-supporters. I didn't want to. I tried f-fighting it, I-"
"Hush Percy," George said with pain in his eyes. "We know what happened. You weren't yourself then. We know that mate. No one blames you for what-"
"D-Don't understand George," Percy said, gasping for breath. "I killed him in cold blood. Y-you don't kn-know what i-it's like to just t-take your wand and-and perform an i-illegal curse on someone- anyone l-like that."
"No mate," George said softly. "We don't know."
"Listen Percy," Fred said pulling Percy's hand up and holding it in a brotherly fashion. "We treated you like dirt. We should have known you would never, NEVER, do something like that to anyone. I was a real jerk to you. We should have been helping you and we turned our backs on you as well. I," Fred paused and let out a deep breath. "I don't know how you'll ever forgive us. We just want you to know that... we love you."
George nodded and looked at the clock. He turned to Hermione.
"Listen to me Hermione," He said grabbing Hermione by the shoulder and pulling her away from the table. "You need to take care of Percy. He's got cuts and needs healing. He has to be cared for. You need to take care of him."
"Yes of course I will," Hermione said casting a look over at Percy. "And George, be careful yourself."
George gave Hermione a faint grin. "I'll be fine; we'll all be fine."
With that, Fred and George pulled their coats close to them and went out the door. Hermione was left at the Borrow to take care of Percy Weasley.
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A/N: How do you like this? Please review.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters, yak, yak. All owned by J.K. Rowling. La, la, la!
~~~
The rain and the wind outside seemed to be having a battle. They were both raging in a contest for who was the loudest.
Thunder clapped against the side of the Borrow. It was as if the storm were trying to blow the old farm house right off the ground.
Seventeen year old Hermione Granger shuttered. She was all alone in the Borrow and wasn't at all happy about it. Mrs. Weasley was out at the Phoenix headquarters taking care of injured wizards. Bill, Charlie, Harry, and Ron were off fighting God knows where.
It had been three years since Voldemort's return. Harry had been fighting him continuously since his rise to power.
Many good men were lost fighting. The previous fall, Remus Lupin had died in battle.
It was sick, Hermione thought angrily. Just plain sick. The whole Wizarding world was at war. It was an awful civil war. Wizard against wizard. Man against man.
Rain splattered loudly on the side of the house.
Hermione jumped. It wasn't that she was afraid being in the house by herself, it was just, well, she, well...
Who the hell was she kidding? She was damn scared out of her wits!
Hermione hugged herself and pulled closer to the kitchen table. She had to stay in control. She couldn't lose her sense of calm. Not here, not now.
The door to the Borrow was suddenly kicked open and Hermione jumped to her feet.
In the doorway, framed in the light of the thunder, were the two Wealsey Twins. In the middle of the twins, being held up by Fred and George, was a tall figure. A tall red harried figure.
Giving a soft whimper Hermione rushed over to the door.
"Get him over to the table Fred," George said quickly ignoring Hermione at first. "That's right. Sit him down."
With great strength, Fred and George pushed the tall figure into a chair. The man slumped over at once with his head down on the table top.
"What happened to Ron?" Hermione squealed seeing the red harried figure slumped over and soaking.
"Nothing happened to Ron," George said at once. "Nothing at all happened to Ron."
"But, but.." Hermione started tearfully. "He...Ron.."
"This isn't Ron," Fred said roughly. "Look Hermione, we don't have time to explain what happened. Take care of Percy. He did a very brave thing for our side. He-"
"Percy?" Hermione said surprised.
"Yeah, Percy," Fred said testily. "Look he's-" He started but was cut off when Percy suddenly lifted his head off the table's surface.
Percy's face looked at the them, bewildered. He wasn't at all his usual calm spoken self.
"N-no," Percy said in a horse voice. "I-I can't.... you...mu-must h-h-help me. I cannot, willnot...you don't understand.... please h-help me..."
"Percy," Fred leaned over and put his hand on his older brother's shoulder. "We understand what happened to you now. We really do Percy. We all treated you like dirt, and you were under Voldemort's influence all this time."
Hermione looked at Fred. "Under Voldemort's influence?" She said sounding just as bewildered as Percy. "What?"
"Percy has been under Voldemort's control for the last three years," Fred said, sounding enraged. "We just found Percy in the battle field. A death eater was there, torturing him, trying to get him to reveal some military secret he thought Percy knew. Turns out Percy was being controlled. He was controlled to do all this crap for Voldemort. He made Percy turn on us -- turn on Harry. Percy was under control when he, well, he-"
"K-killed Mundungus. I-I k-killed him Fred," Percy said, clenching his fist. "I-I knew Voldemort h-had returned i-in H-Harry's fourth year. I kn- knew it at once. I-I was m-made to k-kill the n-non-supporters. I didn't want to. I tried f-fighting it, I-"
"Hush Percy," George said with pain in his eyes. "We know what happened. You weren't yourself then. We know that mate. No one blames you for what-"
"D-Don't understand George," Percy said, gasping for breath. "I killed him in cold blood. Y-you don't kn-know what i-it's like to just t-take your wand and-and perform an i-illegal curse on someone- anyone l-like that."
"No mate," George said softly. "We don't know."
"Listen Percy," Fred said pulling Percy's hand up and holding it in a brotherly fashion. "We treated you like dirt. We should have known you would never, NEVER, do something like that to anyone. I was a real jerk to you. We should have been helping you and we turned our backs on you as well. I," Fred paused and let out a deep breath. "I don't know how you'll ever forgive us. We just want you to know that... we love you."
George nodded and looked at the clock. He turned to Hermione.
"Listen to me Hermione," He said grabbing Hermione by the shoulder and pulling her away from the table. "You need to take care of Percy. He's got cuts and needs healing. He has to be cared for. You need to take care of him."
"Yes of course I will," Hermione said casting a look over at Percy. "And George, be careful yourself."
George gave Hermione a faint grin. "I'll be fine; we'll all be fine."
With that, Fred and George pulled their coats close to them and went out the door. Hermione was left at the Borrow to take care of Percy Weasley.
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