Junior Secretary to the Minister. Life is good. And I thought for sure I'd be sacked after the whole Crouch incident. Guess not, I could get promoted instead. My family will be impressed, I know.
I apparate to the Burrow to find Mum making dinner and Dad reading the Daily Profit . The twins, Ron, and Ginny got back from Hogwarts last week.
"I've been promoted," I say before Mum can fuss over me, "Junior Secretary to the Minister, I'm in Fudge's office now."
I hear Fred and George snicker, Mum smile and say "That's great, Perce," and Dad tell me how they need a spy on the family and Dumbledore.
Wait. What? "What do you mean, Dad?" I ask with a confused expression on my face.
"I mean Fudge wants tabs on Dumbledore, and he doesn't exactly trust our family does he? Of course he'd pick you, you're the best candidate," He told me.
And next I do the stupidest thing imaginable, I don't think and go off on Dad, "WELL I'M SURE YOU KNOW HOW HARD I'M BEEN HAVING TO WORK, I'VE BEEN TRYING TO GET PAST YOUR LOUSY REPUTATION, YOU'VE GOT ABSOLUTELY NO AMBITION!" Dear Lord, Mum's going to start shouting now, which is why the next thing I hear completely surprises me.
"What did you just say?" Dad asks me calmly, obviously trying not to get angry.
"I SAID, YOU'VE GOT NO AMBITION AND THAT'S WHY WE'VE GOT NO MONEY NOW!" To late to stay calm, sorry Dad.
"WATCH YOURSELF, PERCE, I WANT YOU TO GO TO THE MINISTRY, AND QUIT!" And I'm really surprised now, who does he think he is telling me what to do?
Out of the corner of my eye I see Mum trying to escort the twins, Ron, and Ginny out to little prevail, Fred and George are going to make this hard on her now? Good. My brothers and sister need to know how much of an idiot our father is.
"NO, WHILE YOU'RE BUSY RUNNING AROUND LIKE A FOOL WITH DUMBLEDORE I'M GOING TO BE REASONABLE, DUMBLEDORE IS HEADING TOWARD HUGE TROUBLE, AND YOU'RE GOING WITH HIM!" I tell him.
"OH, PLEASE, DUMBLEDORE'S DOING THE RIGHT THING, YOU-KNOW-WHO IS BACK AND WE'RE NOT RISKING OUR LIFE'S BECAUSE THE MINISTER SAYS HARRY IS LYING!" my father knows nothing, Harry's a fourteen year old boy, he should start believing the Profit.
"OH YES, BECAUSE A 14 YEAR OLD BOY IS DEFIANTLY THE MOST RELIABLE SOURCE FOR THIS VERY VITAL PIECE OF INFORMATION!" I shout back at my father, "MY LOYALTY IS FOR THE MINISTER, IF YOU AN D MUM ARE GOING TO BE RUNNING AROUND WITH CRACKPOT FOOLS, I AM DONE WITH THIS FAMILY, I'LL BE LETTING EVERY ONE KNOW WE ARE IN NO COMMUNICATION!"
And suddenly everything is quiet, Mum's stop trying to get the twins and Ginny to leave, Ron stops trying to write a letter to Harry or Hermione, no doubt, and Father stops yelling.
"If that's the way you feel, get out please," Mum tells me, yes please, I silently obey.
I run upstairs, throw everything in my bag, and dissapparate with much anger, not quite sure as to where I'm going.
So that's my story... the first chapter. It will get longer. And better, I hope.