Mother's Day
Warning: CRACK!FIC HET – Percy Weasley/Molly Weasley
Percy's PoV
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Not many people have the same role model as me. Maybe not any.
So who is my role model, you might ask? Perfect Percy Weasley, Prefect and Head Boy, aspiring to be Minister of Magic. Perhaps Rufus Scrimgeour?
But no. Rufus Scrimgeour is, though I hate to say so of our present Minister of Magic, rather tactless, and unwilling to see things from another's point of view. He is also an Auror, which is one thing I do not want to be.
Nor is my role model the rather hopeless Cornelius Fudge, who was unwilling to do anything for himself and allowed Dolores Umbridge to run Ministry affairs. Bartemius Crouch, too, had his own flaws, one of which was to allow his son to join the Death Eaters. Perhaps, if he had spent more time at home, this could have been prevented, but perhaps not.
My role model was, and is, famous. Perhaps not a wizard, but he solved the riddle of the first sphinx, and his brain power was enviable.
Do you know what walks on four legs, three legs, and two legs, and is weaker the more legs it had? It is a man.
Yes, my role model is Oedipus Rex, the mythological man who married his mother. If you have met my mother, you might understand why.
I do not want to kill my father, though, so I thought it would be better if I moved away from home. I can't visit Mum any more, because I get so jealous of Dad. I had to return my Christmas jumper because it smelt of Mum, and it was putting me off my work.
I have turned to my work to occupy my mind, since otherwise I start having thoughts that I should never get into my head. I've had to start taking dreamless sleep potions.
People aren't very sympathetic when I tell them that I love my mother. "So what?" they say. "Nothing special about that?" But now, on Mother's Day, I don't know what to do. I want to go home, but I can't, I can't.
I've sent Hermes to the Burrow with a card and some flowers. I hope she'll understand.
