A/N: I've finally gotten off my high horse and done some sequels to stories. This is to a story I wrote called the Perfect Fan, about a year and a half ago, almost 2 yrs ago!! Omg, im so sorry. Pls don't kill me, I didn't mean to take so long!!
Dedication: To anyone who reviewed the first one. Thank you.
Disclaimer: I don't own HP, sorry!!
Evilness inside of Us
Percival Weasley, aged 20 years old, smirked as he stood next to Severus Snape, sleeves rolled up to reveal his mark. He had seen what happened at his brother Ron's Graduation, when they all sang The Perfect Fan, leaving himself out. He decided to join Voldemort, seeing as Lord Voldemort could protect him, while no one else could. As Voldemort looked over at him, Percy gave him a smirk, and bowed.
"Ah, yes. Our newest member, Percy Weasley. Weasley, step forward." Percy did so, and Voldemort touched his cheek ever so gently. "I like you, Weasley. Welcome aboard." Voldemort released him, as Percy bowed again. "Thank you, my Lord." Voldemort was smirking, as he turned to Snape.
"Severus, what news do you have for me?" Severus told him of The Potter Boy being accepted as DADA teacher, and other things as well. Voldemort was pleased.
"Weasley, you don't like Potter, right?" Percy smirked. "Of course not, My Lord. Potter was a pain. One thing I didn't need." Voldemort was pleased with his answer, and went on and on about how he needed to get the Potter boy. Percy listened carefully, until he was called on.
"Weasley, can you get me Potter?" Weasley smirked. "Of course, my lord." "Good. You have your mission. You are dismissed." percy kissed the hem of his robes, before dashing off to find Potter, and bring him to his master. Percy went to the Dursley's, where he knew that Potter was staying at for the next few days. He threw a rock at the window, as Harry sleeply looked out of it. "Percy? What are you here for? What happened?" He asked in alarm, spotting the red-headed man.
"Something happened with Ron. Hurry!" Since Harry had not yet apparated before, he grabbed his broom, forgetting his wand on the rush out.
Percy smirked evilly, as Harry appeared next to him. "C'mon, Potter. My Master is waiting." Grabbing his arm, Percy apparated them away, just before Dumbledore showed up. They arrived at the Riddle House, and soon, in front of Voldemort. Voldemort was smirking at the Potter, as Harry looked at Percy, noticing his smirk.
"Percy, no!!! Don't do this! What about your family, why are you serving filth like Riddle here?" Harry cried out, as Voldemort raised his wand. "This is it. The moment I have been waiting for. Crucio!" Pain went through his entire body, as Percy laughed evilly. Finally, the pain stopped, and Voldemort raised his wand again. "Goodbye." Whispering the fatal words, Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, was dead. Voldemort turned to Percy Weasley, and his eyes widened. "Why, thank you, Mr. Weasley." Taking the Imperius curse off, he immediately whispered the same words, and Percy Weasley slumped to the ground next to Harry, dead as well. Voldemort stepped over the two bodies, thrilled.
"Goodbye. Thank you so much, Weasley." So, Percy had not betrayed his family, but instead, had died. Voldemort eventually died as well, once the Weasley's, Dumbledore and many others had gotten a hold of him. However, Riddle died happily, as he had killed the one person he had always wanted to kill: Harry Potter. Satisfied with himself, Riddle entered the fiery grounds of Hell, while Harry Potter took his final steps to Heaven. It's ironic how things turn out, isn't it? For many, it is. But for Percy Weasley, who gave Voldemort Harry, and also was murdered himself, it wasn't.