Hi. This is a part of a collection, but you don't have to read the others to understand this. The first story in the collection is called A Gryffindor For Sure if you'd like to check that out.
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WARNINGS: MINOR VIOLENCE
When Percy saved Bill, the rescue impressed even the Aurors...
But first, let's back up a bit.
"Ginny, Ron, please pick up your toys!" Molly yelled as she tripped over one for the umpteenth time. "Fred, George, I don't know what you're planning, but stop! Charlie, for the last time, we are not getting a dog!"
"But Mom-" Charlie complained.
Bill laughed at the chaos in front of him before turning to his eleven year old brother (home from his first year at Hogwarts), the only one that was actually behaving.
"You want to get out of here?" He asked Percy.
Percy raised an eyebrow. "Is that even a question?"
Bill laughed. "True. You want to come with me to town? We can get ice cream, but don't tell the others," he hissed.
Percy nodded. "Sure. How are you going to..." he pointed at their mother in the midst of the noise and destruction.
Bill smirked. "Watch."
Bill stood on a chair and yelled, "MUM, PERCY AND I ARE GOING TO TOWN!"
"Have fun!" She called, absent mindedly. "Watch out for cars."
Bill nodded before stepping down and turning to Percy.
"We can go on one condition," he said. "You can't bring your book."
Percy nodded. "Fair enough."
The two siblings walked through the kitchen, and Percy stepped onto a kitchen chair and put the book above the highest cabinet, out of reach of his siblings' sticky fingers.
"Smart," Bill admitted. "Let's get out here before-"
A crash sounded from nearby, and Bill and Percy raced out the door.
Bill and Percy walked down the street, eating ice cream out of small dishes with plastic spoons.
"What are we going to do now?" Bill asked. "It's only been half an hour. It'll be another forty-five minute before the munchkins calm down. At least."
Percy rolled his eyes. "At least you're not the target of their jokes."
Bill shrugged. "Good point."
"Hey!" A voice shouted, and the two brothers turned.
A man in a black sweatshirt tackled Bill, slamming him against a brick wall and raising a knife over his head.
"Give me your money!" The man sneered.
Bill, eyes wide in panic, scrambled to find his wallet in his jeans.
"Hurry up!" The man snapped. "And you," he added, pointing the knife at Percy, who had been trying to sneak away to get help, "don't move."
"Please," Bill begged. "He's only eleven. Let him go."
"So he can tattle on me to the nearest adult? I don't think so. Don't move, kid," the man growled, addressing Percy with the last command.
Percy stood on the sidewalk, shaking in his scuffed sneakers. He was only eleven; he shouldn't have to worry about traumatic experiences such as this. A man was holding a knife against Percy's brother's skin, and Percy was powerless to stop it.
Or was he?
Come on, Weasley, he thought. You're a Gryffindor, and a clever one at that. You're supposed to be brave and you are smart. Do. Something.
Percy's eyes zeroed in on a slim piece of wood, laying abandoned and forgotten on the sidewalk.
Bill's wand. It must've fallen out of his pocket when the man had attacked him.
Percy snatched it up when the man wasn't looking, and Bill was too busy fishing dollar bills and coins out of his pocket to notice.
Percy raised the wand and shouted the first spell off the top of his head, a spell he'd read out of Charlie's DADA textbook.
"Stupefy!"
The man didn't even have time to spin around before he dropped to the sidewalk, out cold. The knife clattered to the ground and skidded away as Bill kicked it far out of the unconscious man's reach.
The brothers were left standing there, gasping and stunned.
"Percy," Bill murmured. "You're a first year. They don't teach that until fourth year. How did you-"
"I-I read it in Charlie's book," Percy muttered. "I-I've never practice it before. I don't know how-"
"BILL, PERCY!"
The entire family appeared at their sides with two Aurors behind them. The Aurors lived in the same town, Percy remembered, so Charlie or the twins had probably run to fetch them.
"Cedric Diggory was walking by, and he saw them attack you, and he came to tell us, and oh, my gosh," Molly rambled, sweeping Percy into a hug. Arthur did the same with Bill.
"What happened?" One of the Aurors demanded, gesturing to the unconscious man.
"Percy happened," Bill responded before rattling off the tale about the mugging, the knife, and Percy's excellent spell casting.
The Aurors gaped at Percy.
"Is he telling the truth?" One of them asked.
Percy nodded. "I just said the first spell that came to mind, and... that happened. It was dumb luck."
"Percy," Charlie said, placing a hand on Percy's shoulder, "spell work is never just dumb luck. Spell work is based on power. If you succeed in a spell, it displays the level of your power, not your luck."
Percy blinked. "I-I guess so."
"Aside from the spell," Bill spoke up, "you saved me. Who knows what that guy would've done if you hadn't stepped in? Thank you."
Percy shrugged. "Why are you thanking me? You're my brother. Did you really expect me to walk away?"
Bill shrugged. "I guess I didn't, but I didn't expect that," he said, pointing to the man on the ground.
Percy laughed. "To tell you the truth, neither did I."
"We'll take care of him," one of the Aurors said, stabbing a thumb at the man on the ground. "Molly, Arthur, you should probably take Percy and Bill to the hospital as a precaution."
Molly nodded, and the family gathered close together in order to use a port key Arthur quickly created.
Right before they vanished, Percy heard the Aurors speak, and he will never forget their words.
"Now, he is a true Gryffindor."
"No doubt about it."
What did you think? Also, not all of the chapters will have a dramatic tale. Ginny's and Charlie's are stories that could happen to anyone, but the twins is a lot like this (by that, I mean, a rare event for a young child to get caught up in). Ron's is somewhere in the middle. I will tell you no more; you'll have to read for yourself.
Thanks for reading!