Ember to Flame Under SERIOUS Revision Chapter 6: Explaining, a harry potter fanfic

Please forgive me for the shortness of this chapter, I had no idea where else I was to go with it. It is quick, and to the point, but you do find out more about Percival, and I can only hope you enjoy learning about him and the others as this goes on. Worry not, there will be movement soon, I just want to go through this a bit more, young Alby is so much fun to play. I assure you, that once we get to the Hogwarts chapters there will be action.
Disclaimer: Once again, I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters or areas that you recognize, only Percival, Wulfric and Brian are mine, Karin is my friend's and I have full permission to use her.

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"What do you mean?" Aberforth asked, tilting his head to the side. Karin took a deep breath and shook her head.

"Now isn't the time boys." She said.

"But—" Albus protested, but was cut short by shouting from below his feet. In the basement, Brian and Percival had gotten into a shouting mach, but their voices were so muffled that the three above them couldn't make out their words. Soon Brian was back in the kitchen, panting.

"What?" he asked, meeting their eyes.

"Brian, honey, what did you do to him?" Karin demanded.

"Nothing!" he squeaked, looking taken aback.

"Brian!"

"I didn't do anything!"

"Honey?" she pressed him again.

"Honest to Merlin, I didn't do anything!" The boys watched them, turning their eyes to the one speaking.

"Leave him alone, hag." Wulfric told Karin lazily. Karin turned to face him, frying-pan in her hand.

"What did you call me old man?" she asked,
"What do you think I called you?" he asked, glaring over the top of his paper at her.

"Oh you insufferable man!" she screamed at him. She dashed forward and grabbed her spoon, swinging it at him. Wulfric ducked to avoid a swing or two then blocked with his rolled up copy of the Prophet. This continued for a moment or two until Wulfric finally hit Karin with the paper and sprinted away to his room.

"Fine," Karin shouted after him, "See if you get any breakfast then!" she then turned in anger to face Brian, who was gaping at her. "Well?" she snapped. Brian fell backward in shock.

"N-nothing, honestly, I meant nothing by staring!" he stammered, his arms out in front of him for defense.

"Not that! I meant Percival!" he barked. Brian let out a small yelp and fell to the floor, his hands out behind him to keep him up right.

"I-I—well you see—w-what does it matter? K-Karin, d-don't look at me like that!" he told her, his voice quaking as she gave him a death glare. Albus couldn't take it, he stood in between the two of them, a determined look on his face.

"Look," he started, his voice sounding older than seven, "Are you gonna tell us what's wrong with uncle Percival or not?" he demanded. Karin sighed, she knew that he wouldn't give up, that he would demand the answer until she gave it to him.

"Alright Albus, take a seat, this may take a wile to explain." She told him and sat down, Albus did the same and Aberforth followed suit. "A few years back, your uncle got into strange things. He began to study hand magic, and things like the Dark Arts. He would spend hours locked in his room, reading books and old scriptures. He took the time to study different languages and cultures. He learned more than anyone I know, or Brian, or even Wulfric would learn in a lifetime. But then, something happened, Percival was pushed over the edge. Someone insulted the family and tried to kill him. Grindelwald tried to take over. Percival wouldn't stand for it, so he took all his knowledge and strength and went to fight the Dark Wizard." She paused and let this sink in. "Naturally, he came close to winning, but something went wrong. Grindelwald threatened the family, he said he'd kill us all. Percival snapped, he went off the deep end and went all out on the man. The Ministry deemed him insane and a danger to the public. They sent him away to Azkaban, where he was imprisoned for three years.

"Brian joined the Ministry," she continued, "worked his way through the ranks during that time and finally, freed Percival. Yet, even with that done, he needed to keep him here, under lock and key. Percival hasn't been out of this house for nearly seven years." She finally ended, leaving Aberforth and Albus looking thunderstruck.

"So, what you're saying is," Aberforth started, as if to clarify what he had just heard, "He's been a prisoner here, in his own home for seven years?"

"Yes." Karin said with a grim nod.

"But that's inhumane!" he blurted.

"That's what I say, but Brian insists that it is for the best." Aberforth shook his head.

"He should, at least, be allowed upstairs with the rest of us." He argued.

"That's what I say," Karin agreed, "But Brian does not see it the same way." Albus was still trying to take all this in. He couldn't imagine being trapped in a basement for seven years, let alone Azkaban prison.

Thanks again for reading, I finally found somewhere to go with this, even if it was short. I, again, assure you that it will pick up when I am content with these characters, I just want to spend a few more chapters on them.

Oh, a word of advice, if you're having trouble keeping up with characters, which I doubt, but if you are, then I suggest writing them down, more will be added soon. I do hope you enjoy my own personal character when I bring him in, he's by far my favorite.

Anyway, thanks for reading, stay with me I beg you.

Oh, and if you wouldn't mind reviewing, that'd be great, I'm beginning to think only two or three people like this, not that that's a bad thing, but I'd like some feedback. Maybe something you'd like to see in the next chapters? If so, tell me, I'd love to hear it and I might be able to squeeze it in.

Thank you for reading again,

--Alexis—