The Lost Ones

by JustaAuthor

Asteria Diana, a metamorphmagus always knew she was destined for greatness. Her fathers always told her that, despite feeling loved by them she still feels lost. Percy Weasley on the other hand was told nothing of the sort, he was told that he was nothing, by his family and friends. He is lost amongst his siblings, older and younger and can barely belive he is worth anything.

2. The Lost Boy

January 1st 1980

"Bill?" Percy rubbed his eyes standing in the door to his oldest brothers room. "Bill I had a nightmare." Bill groaned and sat up.

"Percy I told you, stay out of my room you prat." Bill spoke angrily and threw a pillow at the three year olds head, causing him to lose his balance and fall.

"F-fine" Percy stuttered and slowly stood up and walked over to his other brothers room. "Charlie? Are you awake?" Charlie buried his head deeper into his pillow.

"Yes I am thanks to you. You're such a git." Charlie groaned into his pillow. "Just go away." His voice could barely be made out through the pillow but Percy could make out what he was saying and slunk slowly to the next room, his parents room.

"Dad? Mum?" Percy pulled himself carefully up onto his parents bed, carefully avoiding his mums large stomach, as he had been warned to do many times.

"Percy for heavens sakes, you need to be more careful." Molly snapped at her third born. He looked down and realized that, in his attempt to stay clear of her stomach, he was kneeling directly on her arm. "Bed now." Percy opened his mouth to argue but his mother scoffed, and turned her back to her son.

Percy didn't know what else to do, he crawled carefully off of his parents bed and slowly walked out of the bedroom. After reaching his own room he sat on his bed, and cried. All of his siblings got along with each other and everyone they met. But he was alone, and lost inside his mind.