Disclaimer: If I am not JKR, then I do not own Harry Potter. According to my sources I am not British, a mother, nor an author or any combination of them. Therefore I do not own Harry Potter.

Welcome my friend. You have just entered a land of fantasy, wizards, adventure and misadventure. I am here to guide you through the mess of lives that live here. I am your conductor and I am here to tell you a story. Well several stories, each one coming from the land of the unsung hero.

In your time here I will tell you two stories, each one dealing with the biggest event in the last 100 years. And then after that we will unravel time and tell my story. But for now we will start with the telling of the first story. This story is the most resent one and the will be the one that you are most familiar with. I assume that you are all familiar with Mr. Harry Potter and if not I ask you to leave and learn his story before beginning mine. The first story that I will tell you is about Percy Weasley.

Now before we begin I would like show you a few glances into Percy and his sibling's life during the first war with Lord Voldemort.

Molly Weasley was sitting in her living room knitting and listing to the wireless, pregnant for the fourth time. On the floor were her three kids, Bill who was eight, Charlie who was six and Percy who had just turned three. They were all playing with magical blocks. Young Percy was just watching his older brothers play but he would laugh and clap his hands whenever the blocks would fall and change color. It seemed like a regular day that could and would happen in any house hold; however, if one would look closer they would see that there was some unspoken tension was cackling in the room. It was hard to find the source of it but everyone, even little Percy was aware of it. It could have to do with the fact that the wireless was not playing music, but news. Or it could be that fact that Molly checked her unusual clock every few moments. Now this special clock had several hand more than usual; it had six hands and on the edge was not numbers but places. There were five hands for Molly's family and two for her twin brothers. Every few minutes Molly would look up at the clock and then scan the room with wary eyes. She seemed to be watching for something, or someone. This was one of the reasons for the tension in the room. The other reason was known only to Molly and Bill and that was the reason for the many glances between the two of them. Late last night after both Percy and Charlie were asleep the house had a visitor. It was Mad Eye and he had some bad news for the family. It turned out that they were being watched and that the Order thought that they might be attacked at any moment. Mad Eye promised that he would do whatever could to protect them but there was still a big risk for an attack. That was why there was so much tension in the room. Molly had begged Arthur to stay home but he feared that staying home would cause unwanted interest from the stalkers. So this morning he kissed his wife goodbye like normal.

It was just after noon when a loud bang echoed through the house and broke the tension ridden atmosphere in the living room. Bill and Molly jumped in to action. Molly leaped up quickly and threw a sharp look at Bill before running into the kitchen to defend her house and send out a message to the Order. Bill grabbed Percy and told Charlie to follow him quietly. His two younger siblings seemed to be in shock so they were easily pulled into the hidden tunnel that leads to a safe hideout. Soon however Percy started yelling and crying for his mother. Bill grabbed him and told him. "Percy! Shh you must be quiet. You have to follow the rules, okay. You have to be quiet and follow the rules okay that is the only thing that will keep us safe." Percy nodded and stifled his cries. This was the scariest thing that had ever happened to him and he did not know what to do. In the silence that followed the siblings could hear shouting and fighting coming from above. Charlie came up Bill looking terrified. "Bill, I am scared. What is going to happen to mum?" Bill was just as scared as his brother but he knew that he had to be the strong one for them all. Charlie was still too young to be burdened with his fears. So Bill held all his brothers and told that it would be okay while hopping that he was correct.

It would be less than three years before the infant Potter defeated the source of the boys' fears but in that time the personalities of those three boys would solidify and the effects of the war would stay with them forever. And that would affect the next war soon to come.

Percy Weasley was a smart person. Some people would also call him cunning and ambitious. He, himself, was very perspective and knew these things about himself at a very young age. He soon also learned to fear these things about himself.

Ever since he was young he had been told stories about the evilness of He- Who- Must- Not- Be –Named, stories that usually features the evil and slimy Slytherins as well. When he was eight he asked his mother what made the Slytherins so evil and the response scared him to the bone.

"They are cunning and ambitious to a fault," said his mother not looking at him as she was busy watching the twins, "They will not let anything stand in their way, not even the rules." She then ran after the twins, never seeing Percy terrified face. That night Percy took his dictionary and looked up the words Cunning and Ambition. He knew what he was going to find, but the words still scared him witless. The words described him perfectly, he knew that, but for the first time he was scared that he might be an evil Slytherin. How could he stop this from happening? He did not want his family to hate him. He thought back to his mothers words. She had said that they broke the rules. So that was it, he would follow the rule to a T even more than usual.

And so he did. Even before his "epiphany" he had followed the rules very well, because he knew that the rules where there to protect him and bad things would happen to him if he broke them. But since then he had strived to never break the rules and he told himself that being cunning and ambitious was very bad.

Despite the fact that he had never broken one of his rules since he was eight, Percy Weasley was still nervous that he would be put in Slytherin, so standing in the Great Hall for the first time and watching the group of first years dwindle down to him and three other people was one of the most stressful things he had done. He was on the verge of hyperventilating when Professor McGonagall called his name. "Weasley, Percival" He was too nervous to be annoyed at the use of his real first name. He slowly walked up to the stool and put on the singing hat.

"Hmm. Another Weasley and more difficult than your brothers," Whispered the hat into his ear.
"There is an admirable amount of knowledge in here and look at that ambition-"

NO," thought Percy knowing where the conversation was going, "not Slytherin, I cannot be in there. Put me in Gryffindor, where I belong.
"Belong?"echoed the hat, "Are you sure. There is nothing wrong with being cunning and ambitious. You could truly be you in Slytherin. But… I see that you have your heart set on the most difficult path for yourself. Not being Slytherin is a very common request these days. I will honor your request as well. GRYFFINDOR. Be careful Percy your pride will be your downfall. Never forget your family. Whispered the hat as the room filled with clapping.

Percy placed the hat down and walking down to the table and sat next to his brothers, his head echoing with the words of the hat.

Well that's it for now. I hope you enjoyed this story so far even if it is only- you know -one thousand words. If you liked it review. If you did not like it still review and tell my why. Thanks.

This chapter is dedicated to fish, 80s hair bands, and Whose Line is it Anyways.