Disclaimer: if you think I own Harry Potter go to a mental hospital immediately.

Author's Note: I am still very new to this whole fanfiction thing so please review to help me become a better writer. I intend to make this a multi-chapter story but I don't think I'll be able to update regularly because spring break is almost over :( and I know my teachers are going to start giving us loads of homework again so please bear with me. I think I should have the next chapter up by tomorrow or Monday because I already know how it's going to go

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Percy Weasley was as happy as anyone could be. He had a loving family, a steady girlfriend, and he was rising fast at the ministry. That all changed the instant Harry reappeared clutching the Triwizard cup and Cedric's dead body. The next day Dumbledore told everyone that You-Know-Who was back. But he couldn't be back. Could he?

Over the next few weeks Percy was torn between agreeing with Harry (who he had known since the boy had first come the Hogwarts) and his family that You-Know-Who was back, or agreeing with his girlfriend, Penelope Clearwater (a beautiful, smart, and kind girl he had been dating since his fifth year at Hogwarts) who thought that all this talk about You-Know-Who being back was rubbish. Over time he started agreeing more and more with Penelope that You-Know-Who being back was rubbish. Although he had to pretend to believe that You-Know-Who was back when he was with his family or he would probably get beaten to a pulp by his brothers and sister. Well he pretended until he got promoted to Junior Assistant to the Minister of Magic. Of course he wanted to tell his family right away thinking they would be pleased, so that night at dinner he planned to tell them.

Once everyone was seated around the table later that day at the Burrow, heaping their plates full of steak an kidney pie, corn, and green beans, Percy decided it was as good a time as any, so he stood up and said "I have an announcement to make." When everyone at the table was paying attention to him he continued. "I would like to inform you that I have been given a great honor at work and was promoted to Junior Assistant to the Minister of Magic." He expected everyone to start praising him, but he was sorely mistaken.

"Percy" his father started "you can't take that job."

"I have already accepted the position for your information." He answered coolly. Percy was shocked, he though his family would be pleased to learn of his promotion.

"Percy" his father sounded tired. "Do you understand why they gave that job."

"They gave me this job because I am a hardworking ministry employe who deserves this position." He could feel his temper rising very quickly even though he was trying to keep it under control. Did they not think he deserved this position? If not why was everyone at the table staring at him disbelief etched on every one of their faces.

"Do you not see what they are doing!" His father's sudden outburst surprised him. His father was one to rarely raise his voice. It was normally his mother who did the yelling, but she was just sitting there with one of the saddest expressions he had ever seen, on her face. He wanted to walk over hug his mother, but he couldn't because his father had started talking again. "They only promoted you, so they could spy on our family." His father's face now mimicked his mother's. "I'm sorry son. I know how much you have wanted a promotion."

"Well, if that is the reason Fudge promoted me it's a good thing he's keeping an eye on the people who believe all the rubbish Dumbledore's saying."

"Percy!" His mother gasped. He ignored this outburst.

"You all should believe what the minister of magic is saying instead of some crackpot old fool like Dumbledore." He didn't like where this was going, but he couldn't back down now.

"Percy Ignatius Weasley, Albus Dumbledore is one of the greatest wizards who ever lived. Don't you dare insult him." His father's face was now an even more vibrant red than his hair.

"Dumbledore is trying to convince himself if his own story just as much he is trying to convince everyone else." All of his siblings were giving him such dirty looks he was surprised that no one had punched him yet

"A son who believes those lies, is no son of mine." His father's gaze was dark. "Get out of my house."

"Arthur!" His mother looked like she was about to burst into tears or faint, possibly both.

"Fine!" With that Percy stormed up the steps to his room where he, as quickly as he could, packed all his belongings. Five minutes later he had slammed the door behind him to the Burrow, but before he could apparate to the away he heard his father mutter good riddance and his mother burst into tears. He felt tears threatening to spill over, but he just blinked hard and apparated away.