Authors note: I do not own any characters created by J.K. Rowling. Full credit goes to her for all situations and information mentioned in any of the 7 books or interviews, etc. as well. However, the storyline of this fanfic is all me and the little voice in my head – and thus, of course, not to be copied by anybody else – that would be stealing my creativity, my ideas – and not very nice

Percy's Point of View

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This was utter madness. How were we supposed to do anything, whatsoever, with all these patrolls going around all of the time? Did they expect us to just ignore them? Because that really was quite difficult when they were yelling at people constantly and seemed to think that every leef of paper was the start for an uproar – there were clarcks in here, what were they supposed to do if they weren't allowed paper? Just learn everything by heart, and then go around telling it to everyone who needed the info? And really, who would be so dumb as to plot an uproar while on the ministry, write the plans down on minsterial paper, when everybody knew those were automatically copied to the archives and do it now, of all times, when everybody's life was already on the edge as it was?

Really, you could accuse those deatheaters of a lot – but being smart, certainly wasn't one of them.

I still couldn't believe it had only been 2 days since they took over. I had the dumb luck that I had gotten a day of for Bill's wedding. I wasn't about to go to it, even if maybe I did want to – the twins would've hexed me into the next century, and I didn't even want to think about what Ginny would've done. But somehow, after what happened the night before, Scrimgeour thought it would be a good idea for me to try to… But anyway, I had heard the rumours. And really, it was kind of obvious. An overnight change of course, that drastically, these days? It just reeked of a certain mastermind…

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And then yesterday, anyone who was even remotely connected to the ministry was ordered to defend themselves to any allegations that might or might not have been true. And of course they had to do it in alphabethical order – so I had the pleasure of watching dad leave, just as I was about to enter. That look on his face – it was as if he had seen the worst things he could possibly imagine. And I knew Harry and Hermione were at the wedding, so I guessed, perhaps, he really was just worried. That, or they had about 10 dementors in there. But when I entered, there was only one, circling around madame Umbridge. She knew, of course, that I hadn't spoken to my family for over 2 years, so perhaps she saw me as somewhat less of a risk, because it was too cold in there for just one dementor. She just asked the basic questions…

"Name?"

"Percy Weasley"

"Current adress?"

"London, -Alley 103"

"Current occupation?"

"Junior Undersecretary to the Head of the Departement for Magical Law Reinforcement"

"Previous occupations, at the Ministery or elsewhere?"

"1 year at the Departement of International Magical Cooperation under Barty Crouch, 1 year as Junior Assistant to the Minister of Magic, at the time minister Fudge, at the same time often working as a scribe in matters where it was required. A little over a yeas ago I was transferred to my current position."

"Three different jobs in… Three years. Why?"

"By the end of my first year at the Departement for Magical Law Reinforcement, Mister Crouch had died, and Minister Fudge thought I would do well as his Junior Assistant. After another year Minister Fudge had to step back, and Minister Scrimgeour decided he would prefer his old Assistant, so I was transferred to the Departement for Magical Law Reinforcement."

"And now their is a new Minister of Magic. Have you got any thoughts on this?"

"No Madam, my job is not directly linked to the minister, and it has not been long enough to notice any particular changes, for the better or the worse."

"I see. Do your co-workers agree with you on this?"

"I don't know Madam."

"Explain?"

"We do not talk that much, most of us prefer to do our job peacefully, by ourselves."

"Now, in times as these we have to be carefull. Have you noticed anything strange at anybody's behaviour lately?"

"No Madam."

"Now, you say don't talk about it. But did you perhaps, by chance, hear anybody say anything about the current tide?"

"No Madam."

"Fine, very well. Now, one last question: you are the son of Arthur Weasley, ministry employe?"

"Indeed Madam"

"However, you do not seem to interact much, or at all?"

"No Madam"

"Why is this?"

"I'm afraid I do not see how this is relevant, Madam?"

"Boy, in times like these it is important we know who works for us and what their background is. Now tell me, why do you not?"

"About two years ago, we had a disagreement. I decided I wanted to follow the Ministry before anything else, they decided… Otherwise. We have not been on speaking terms since."

"I see. Dismissed – NEXT!"

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When I had gotten the job as Junior Assistant, being nice to madame Umbridge was basically included in the job. And back then, I really thought she was right, that we couldn't just have people trying to get more attention by spreading rumours, panic and lies. But then, of course, it turned out those people were actually telling the truth – and so were my parents, my brothers, my sister, and basically everyone I had turned my back too. But by that time, I liked my position too much. And I had gotten used to being the other Weasley long before I graduated. So I just didn't bother anymore. The chance that they would still want to talk to me was remotely small anyway. So I didn't try to make things right –I just stopped trying to make them worse.

And I realized that – if they were right – dangerous times were coming. And the ministry would offer as good a chance to survive as anything else. So I still didn't talk, nod, smile to my dad, I still followed the minister, I still acted respectful to Umbridge. But I also listened a lot. All I could find out, without being too obvious, about my family, the war, what was really going on, I listened to. And I tried to remember. Just in case. In case one day, people would start to fight back. People would start to admit that they had to do something as well, not just rely on a teenager. And when that day came, I hoped I would be there, I hoped I would be able to be there. And most of all: I hoped I would have the guts to be there.

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Today everything was supposedly just as it always used to be, normal old life. I just thought it was funny that, apparently, it was also normal to be spying on everyone around you, not knowing who might say what about you to whom. And what would be the consequences of it. Everybody knew it: if you stepped so much as one toe out of line, someone was going to tell on you. To get a favor of their own, because they didn't like you, because they wanted your position, anything. Or just, because, they could, so why not do it.

My job description had changed slightly. When Fudge still held the power, I just did what he asked me to do, whether that be getting him a drink, taking over some of his paperwork, or just take notes. Then Fudge had to step down, and Scrimgeour decided that the ministery didn't need a Juniorsecretary as much as they needed more people trying to find out who went where. So I was Juniorsecretary to the head of Magical Lawenforcement, and I got the wonderful job to check whether anybody had apparated when they weren't (yet) supposed to, or whether anybody had hacked a Portkey, or… It really was quite dull. Just look over documents all day long, trying to find something that wasn't there, but should've been, or was there, but shouldn't be. Nine days out of ten, nothing happened. And so far this seemed to be just such a day. Unsatisfying, counting down the hours before I could go home, to my empty house. To think about the next day, which would be exactly the same.

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"Unauthorized Portkey - Forest of Dean to *Censorized*
Authorized Apparation - *Censorized* to *Censorized*"

"Excuse me – Madam? I think I've got something."

Author's Note: I know, not the Dursley's. But they're in here somewhere (kind of obvious, I know, but still) and I really needed to get Percy in here, so I figured I might as well do it now. He is going to be somewhat a part of the story, although he wont get directly involved with the Dursley's. He's more of a character who'll end up helping people without even meaning to – or knowing he did, for that matter.
So… Exams – I've had more than enough of them, but unfortunately there's one more awaiting me, Wednesday. By next Friday I should be able to update again, but I might still be sleeping off al that stress. But, you know, it's like Sleeping Beauty: once people wanted her to wake up she did, so… You know the trick :)