Chapter two
Next morning, Percy was up very early. He knocked on the door to his parent's bedroom, and listened as his mother groaned and got up.
"Huh, oh, hello dear, what's wrong?"
"Last night, I saw something. Why didn't you tell us mum?"
"What did you see?"
"You attached another hand, mum; we all grieved for him, why didn't you tell us?"
"He risks his life for us, Percy; I couldn't put him in any more danger."
"Why did he do it?"
"Percy, before he did what he did, we were all dead; and he was the sole survivor."
"What?"
"Yes, he went back in time to change that. As soon as He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has been defeated, he'll come back."
"Isn't that dangerous too?"
"No, because the order knows Sept's still alive, they just don't know… the 'details'.
"As in whom he's meant to be."
"Yes, among other things. Sept has a scar, Percy, just like Harry's."
"WHAT?"
"I died to protect him, just as Lily did to protect Harry."
"But that would mean… There are two of them. Either could be the boy who lived."
"Yes, Sept and Harry, along with Neville, share a birthday. 31st July. Only the years are different."
"God here's hoping he's still alive, after whatever they do to him."
"I pray that every night, Percy. He's only two years older than you. He doesn't deserve to have to do what he does."
"Why do you let him?"
"I've tried, many times, to talk him out of it, but to no avail. You know your brother. His stubbornness is unmatched."
"Yes, I know that mum, but, how can you stand looking at him, calling him by that false name?"
"I have to, Percy, I've got used to it. Yet sometimes, most of the time, I just itch to do the counter curse, and hold him in my arms again. The worst thing is that I know I can't until the war is over, or until He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named casts it, and I'm afraid, so desperately afraid, that one or both of us will die before then."
"Mum, I promise, when push comes to shove, I'll protect us too, even Sept."
"Percy, you do know that if you try, he'll probably kill you."
"Not my brother, no way. Maybe he'll threaten it, but he won't carry it out."
"No, he wouldn't., but you'd make him very angry."
Percy shuddered slightly,
"I remember his temper, it was worst than all of the others combined."
Then a truly evil smile clouded his features, and he said, "I'll just have to turn that anger on the Death-Eaters, if I can do that, they won't stand a chance, especially not if we perform the counter-curse before the battle."
"Good idea, I'll ask Dumbledore now."
Walking steadily towards the fire, she tossed a handful of blue powder onto the flames and called out Dumbledore's name. Almost instantly, the wise old man's head appeared.
"Ah, Molly, I was wondering when you'd call me. And, before you ask, I whole-heartedly agree. Voldemort" Both the Weasley's flinched. "I mean, the Dark Lord, will not be expecting it. Good idea!" With that, he was gone.