dis·claim·er
Pronunciation: dis-'klA-mer
Function: noun
Etymology: Anglo-French desclamer, from desclamer to disavow, deny, from Old French des-, prefix marking reversal clamer to claim —see CLAIM
1 : a refusal or disavowal of something that one has a right to claim; specifically : a relinquishment or formal refusal to accept an interest or
2 : a denial of responsibility for a thing or act: as a : a negation or limitation of the rights under a warranty given by a seller to a buyer b : a denial of coverage by an insurance company
3 : a writing that embodies a disclaimer

Well I claim no ownership of the characters borrowed or of the definition borrowed.

This is the result of a five-minute challenge from a friend last summer that has not seen the light of day since. It's still a bit rough. Forgive any errors in spelling and grammar this has definitely not been beta read. I don't think this is long enough to be considered a cookie...maybe more like cookie crumbs.

Dear Reader

All I have to offer you is a small piece of advise....Never become a spy. Never trust centurions with wizened features and twinkling eyes. Being a spy is hard. The work is hard but the biggest toll is on ones personal life. If you already are a bit of an outsider looking in it makes things worse.

I never wanted anyone to be hurt by my actions. I dreamt of the day that I could speak the truth to my family. The day I could perhaps be welcomed home. I tried going to my childhood home...my only home ever really; but the wards would not let me come close. My owls were always returned to me.

One of the hardest things about being a spy is the loneliness. I could never get used to being alone. The large family of my youth, Gryfindor house of my school years it wears me down ever so much being alone.

I keep hearing the words my father spoke. I feel the anger. I see his apoplectic face when I close my eyes. The tense body language whenever he sees me at the ministry.

I do believe my sanity was lost long ago.

You are no child of mine.

Go. Leave you are not welcome here.

I'm sorry sir but only family can visit Mrs Weasley, your name is not on the list.

Big head.

Perfectly pompous prefect Percy.

This war has killed many. This war will kill many more. I hope that all of those who were once my family get the chance to live in peace and happiness.

I have nothing more to give to his world. My only regret is that I will not see the downfall of this darkness. A known spy is a useless body. And my body, my person has no name, no family.

Forgive for whatever shame I have brought those of you who once loved me.

I know many I knew once upon a time will welcome the news of my death; but no more than I welcome my final breath.

I sign this letter with no family name and in all honesty dear reader I have no family to send it to.

Percy