AN: So… You really like DETERMINATION don't you? So! Here's another!
Percy Weasley, an insignificant piece to the war… At least most thought so, and even the stories Harry Potter had, with a groan, released so people would know what happened had him as more of an annoyance. But he was a crucial piece to the fight, only having his part erased so he could work and do the job he loved, paperwork, a time taking task… He had an infinite amount of patience, and his father had taken him aside when he was young, to teach him a family skill.
"Are you sure? To absorb magic…" The 5 year old mumbled in horror.
"You aren't absorbing it, you're basically like what muggles call a… Wire! You take the energy from the hit side and then you sent it out the other side." He explained.
"I understand father, it's like a tube through my body, and the magic goes through it." He said, understanding.
"Exactly!" Arthur beamed at him, and Percy's fate changed that day…
It went further of course when he got his letter, Scabbers was ill and Percy had gotten an owl, so he gave Ron his rat much earlier than he would have normally…
His first year was different as well, he paid attention to his lessons, keeping his head down while still working on getting on a reputation, in the middle of his year it was changed when a group of 1st years with some 7th year siblings found him in the library, fast asleep and worn out after studying for the entire day, so they took him to the dorm and gave him some butterbeer to relax with, then he tried fire-whiskey on a dare, since he was still a child at heart when it happened, only drinking a small amount and having fun, joining the little group of theirs, which caused the one leading the group to change his mind on ending his life, letting him become an assistant the next year… instead of committing suicide and breaking up the group, the remnants of which would recruit Fred and George to learn to prank perfectly… And making Percy a target. So at the end of the year, instead of breaking apart and dragging himself through the tests, he found himself relaxing with the group in-between exams. As a joke one of the friends suggested trying some second years spells out for fun, so that they'd get some practice for the next year.
Percy was going to be hit with a low powered stunner as an example, due to a random spin with a bottle of butterbeer. Vaguely he remembered the technique he had been taught by his father, relaxing slightly and standing perfectly skill, it was natural for him… The spell passed through his body to everyone's shock, they kept trying and found that if he moved at all it wouldn't move, so he'd have to not let himself blink, or breathe too heavily if he wanted to dodge it… He was dubbed, by the leader that had adopted him as a little brother, as the rock, explaining he was like a rock in a river, if it's heavy enough it forces the water to move around it, like he did with the spells… Percy Weasley, the Rock...
The next year was fairly peaceful, going through basic classes, and nothing major happened. When Fred and George arrived they quickly joined the group he had found himself a big part in… After a few pranks they taught him a few new tricks that would help him to relax, like spending some time just thinking of random things, letting him think about something while his brain slowed down…
Nothing too bad happened until his sixth year. When he met Harry Potter, helping out Fred and George too get Harry's trunk secured, and staying in the compartment with him when the twins went to see one of their friends, befriending Harry and getting closer to Ron, who had grown to trust him over the years due to the changes, it let him find out about the stone, standing in the way of Harry as Quirrel attacked him, letting the spells pass through him, redirecting them at pillars to protect the boy as he took down Quirrel, crumbling into Dust and coming back to life, promising not to tell anyone.
In his seventh and final year, Black escaped from Azkaban, and his duties as head boy never came to be, as he returned the badge to McGonagall, explaining the duties he bore just weren't for him… She understood of course. He found out about black's innocence with Harry and the others, and was the first person Harry told about his SOUL, even showing it to him, and teaching him to do the same, showing a small light blue heart… His SOUL was a patient one as Harry called it… In Harry's 4th year, he stuck with his friend as he was shunned by the students, until Percy, stepping in at Hogwarts to help out with busy classes, stopped them, saying that detention would happen if anyone hurt him, but that if they wanted to lose it, then fight him and win… Bragging really. He was there to sort out Harry's burns, putting on the bandage that hid the burnt arm… He was there to fix the holes in his arms and hands… and he was there to comfort him, with the rest of the boy's friends, when Voldemort killed him with the spell that killed his parents, and nearly didn't come back…
The next year he was nearly kicked out of Hogwarts, teaching Harry how to dodge after hours and being walked in on about to cast a simple stunner at the boy, even with permission from Dumbledore Umbridge searched for an excuse, but couldn't find one… He was there at the DA meetings, advising Harry on what to do… He battled at the ministry, using the floo to take Harry to Hogwarts before Dumbledore asked him what had happened.
He was there as Harry battled his feelings for Ginny, advising him with little hints, so he would make his own choices, patiently… He was there at the fight, where Dumbledore lost his life… He was there at the funeral, patiently letting Hagrid take his seat so he could sit to comfort Harry and his Friends…
He was there at the battle, as Fred almost died with a grin, only surviving when Percy used his skill, freezing in place and making the killing curse bounce around back at the caster using mirrors and glass… Saving his brother in the process… But making him weak, but still he kept fighting. Patiently waiting for this war to end… And it did, he kept the reporters down, saying Harry needed time. And when Harry was forced to write down his story… Percy was the one writing it, editing it so nobody would know… That he was, and had been called in that fight… Patience. A machine that stood there, letting you make the first move, it's said that in a fight, he gives the first hit to you, because if he goes first… There would be nothing left… He was simply…
PATIENCE.