Moonlight Sonata
In a country named England, in a small wizarding village, in front of the main Ministry of Magic building, a grand clock struck twelve rumbling chords which rippled throughout the village, announcing that midnight had finally arrived and that all wizards and witches should be asleep at home amongst their loved ones and families.
A single office in the large building north of the clock was lit; a single ray of light amongst a vast ocean of dark, unlit stories of office windows. Inside this office, Percy Weasley was sitting erect in his desk, in the very cluttered, very lonely-looking office which he called home. Percy had been staring down his at his unfinished report of uneffective-wand-core-increase-rates for a little under an hour now, recalling a small part of his past. Remembering a school he used to attend, recalling a year, a day, when he first met someone very much like himself, someone who, in time, reached out to him in need, in simple need, for friendship, and perhaps, he thought, as he now often thought, for something more than friendship.
He shook his head slowly and ran a hand back along his slick, bright orange hair and opened a drawer in his desk, slipping the incomplete paper into it with a flutter and beginning to close the sliding compartment when he heard it--the beginning measure of a melody, of the melody. He paused and cocked his head to the side for just a moment as if to make sure he wasn't hearing things, then quite suddenly jumped to his feet, nearly toppling over the chair in process and after setting the chair down firmly with a "thunk", rushed to the doorway, his feet pounding against the hardwood floor as he ran through the empty white-washed hallway, panting as he flew down the oakwood stairs, his hand sliding down the polished chestnut banister, a look of desperation in his cool, blue eyes when he burst down into the second floor, not aware of where he was going, only thinking, no, only knowing that he must somehow get to the piano that was drumming forth the wondrous and strangely moving notes of "Moonlight Sonata" before it ended, for if it ended before he got there, she would be gone.
Such thoughts went on in Percy's subconscious as he dashed through the undecorated, sparsely furnished corriders deep inside the main building of the Ministry of Magic where he worked. He had caught only several notes, just a small portion of the first measure, but enough to send him running to his door to make sure he wasn't imagining it. He had so often thought he had heard some of the measures and had frequently gone running downstairs toward the basement before he suddenly noticed that the playing had stopped, painful wrackings felt in his chest as he realized that he had only been imagining it.
But this wasn't how it was this time, Percy's mind assured him, for as he reached the bottom flight of stairs, the notes were highly distinguishable and the young man was certain that he wasn't simply imagining it.
Now sweating and gasping for breath, the twenty-three year old reached for the cool brass doorknob leading to the basement and turned it, swinging the door open, but as he opened it, the melody suddenly ended and he found himself looking in upon a moon-lit room containing several boxes and one extremely secluded and extremely empty piano in a corner. Percy's ice-blue gaze faltered a moment from behind his glasses and, letting his hand slide off the knob, felt it drop down to his side.
Slowly, very slowly as if in a trance, he walked over to the piano, his footsteps echoing inside the room, hands swinging slowly by his sides. Stopping next to the cherry-wood bench, he lowered his eyes to the dust-covered keys, noticing that some of the dust had been cleared off the ends of them as having been played upon a very short time earlier. He drew in a short breath and lowered his head and blinked once, two crystal droplets sliding down his cheeks and leaving their marks in the dust upon two of the piano keys that were draped by a single ray of moonlight.
He stood looking at the keys of the piano for quite a while until he heard the clock outside strike one and, Percy, he looked out the window and up at the moon, taking off his glasses and shutting his eyes, letting out a a low, choked, cry before collapsing onto his knees, his face in his hands, glasses dropped, neglected onto the floor beside him, crying out his internal grief and sorrow as the melody of Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata played over in his mind as it had been for so many weeks since he caught a glimpse of his now-adult childhood soul mate.