AN: This story is thenceforth dedicated to me sister, who sat in the hot tub at 24 Hour Fitness with me whilst I talked through the story. Yes I will edit this entire story when it's complete. For now, I just want your input. What should I change? What needs improvement? You may R/R.

Yawn, Percy felt his eyes begin to close. He was sitting beside his mother while she told him about everything that was happening to the family in the past couple of years he had been absent. He had stopped paying attention after he heard, "And your brother…"

"Oh dear, it is getting late, we'll finish this up tomorrow." His mother stood up and gave him a hug before leaving the room. Percy stretched out on the couch, he felt so tired and lethargic. Why couldn't he be perfect? He shouldn't be this tired, even if he had practically no sleep last night and had been on an emotional roller coaster today.

Percy yawned again and pushed himself off the couch. He did not want another morning with Fleur and Bill in his face. After stumbling up the stairs to his room, he somehow walked past and stopped at Ginny's door. Luna was staying over that night because her father had written back saying he was busy at the Ministry and would not be able to come and get her. Luna had not seemed disappointed. Percy rather thought she had expected this response. He mastered the urge to peek in on her like some adolescent boy with his first crush. He couldn't see her, and he couldn't move away until he had seen she was still alright.

His strength was fading, Percy suddenly had no desire to do anything but sleep. He yawned again and smiled to himself. Maybe he would sleep outside Luna's door. He would awaken if anyone wanted to attack Luna and defend her. With visions of foolhardy heroism running amok, unchecked, in Percy's brain, he slid to the floor and fell asleep.

Percy awoke to a crash what seemed like minutes later. He was surrounded by darkness and a silence somehow thick with noise. He felt the lethargy fall from his shoulders as he became alert, unmoving. If something was moving down the corridors, he wanted to know about it before it knew about him, or at least knew that he was awake.

He heard a shuffle down the hallway and turned his head slightly to gain a greater view of the surrounding hallway. A shape was maneuvering around the many obstacles in the typically untidy Weasley household. Percy felt his breath quicken as he prepared to bring his wand hand up to challenge the noisy interloper.

The shape eventually became Fleur Delacour. Something seemed wrong to Percy still somewhat dream-filled mind. Fleur was whispering to herself vehemently and making jerky, un-Fleur-like gestures with her hands, one of which had a wand grasped firmly between her fingers.

As Fleur approached Luna's door, she hesitated and walked beyond toward the end of the hallway. The only room at the end was Percy's and he was suddenly happy to be crunched up outside Luna's door like a doleful, eager dog. Fleur opened Percy's door with her wand outheld and entered.

Percy edged toward his room, slowly and quietly. There was a sudden light and Percy smelt the odor of burning sheets, not one he held with much fondness due to too many Fred/George pranks as a kid. Percy stopped outside his door and peered in. Fleur stood silently looking at the ruin of a bed before her. Her head lolled back and forth and Percy though she would soon be dizzy from the exertions.

Percy pointed his wand at Fleur, "Imoblious extremetis." Fleur could no longer move her arms or legs, she stood frozen. Percy entered the room, still holding his wand before him. Why would Fleur do this? He thought.

Percy suddenly sneezed loudly. He had no idea what to do with his sister in law immobilized in his room after trying unsuccessfully to kill him. He heard footsteps down the hall and backed against a wall that allowed him to see down the hall and Fleur. The shadowy shape soon emerged; it was Luna.

"Hello Percy." She entered his room, looking not at all surprised to see Fleur standing by the ruined bed. "Those darn Fire demons take no rest." She shook her head and started humming to herself, "My love is all for you tonight, unless you turn out to be a hag."

"Luna, Fleur did this to my bed." Percy felt a little frustrated with Luna's obtuseness.

"No she didn't." Luna quirked her eyebrow at Percy. "Why would she?"

"I saw her do it just now." Percy felt his voice rise.

"Hmmm, maybe someone wants you dead and cursed her to make her do it." Luna walked toward Fleur and poked her side. "What spell is that?"

"Imoblious extremetis." Percy said shortly.

"Ah yes, I should have known. She has the characteristic blue fingernails. You cannot leave people under the spell too long or they die." She said this in a matter-of-fact tone that made Percy approach Fleur and look at her fingers. Sure enough they were starting to turn blue. It was hard for Percy to see the color change in the darkness, so he lit the room's lamps with a flick of his wand.

"I suppose I could take away the spell. I've been waiting for her to speak." Percy looked at Fleur, who appeared not to hear their conversation.

Luna looked into Fleur's eyes. "This is not Fleur." She pulled her wand from beneath her robes; Percy tried not to think of where she pulled it from. That would be a distraction he sorely needed.

Luna considered before saying "dispersar" quietly into Fleur's ear. She also placed a hand on Fleur's bare arm. She repeated the incantation several times and each time waited 5 seconds before repeating. Suddenly Fleur's eyes cleared and she looked around the room in wonder.

"How did I get here?" Fleur shook her head. "Why can't I move?" Percy heard the panic in her voice, but Percy would not release her until he knew Fleur was not dangerous.

"Why did you try to kill me?" Percy said in a hard voice.

"What!" He could see Fleur fighting to free herself from the spell. "Why would I wan to kill you?" Percy suddenly noticed she was not speaking with a French accent.

"Where's your accent?" Percy moved forward to pull Luna away from Fleur.

"What accent. I speak normally, as I always have."

"You always have a French accent, not British." Percy folded his arms over his chest. He was still distinctly unmoved by Fleur's vela-ness.

"I've never even been to France, and I've certainly never had an accent from there."

"Give it up Fleur."

"What!" Fleur exclaimed. "I'm not Fleur."

"Well who are you then?" Percy was dumbfounded by the direction this conversation was taking.

"Tonks." The woman said.

"Who?" Percy wracked his brain for the name.

"Nymphadora Tonks. I'm an auror with the Ministry."

"Hmmm." Percy now remembered that there was a young auror named Tonks. He had heard some people laughing about her clumsiness during lunch one day. He had pitied her.

"Well Ms. Tonks, why would you attack me?"

"I don't know, it's all a mishmash. I feel confused."

Percy noticed her eyes were still a little dazed.

"I recognize her." Luna said. "From the attack in the Hall of Mysteries." Luna peered into Tonks' face.

"You do." Percy noticed Tonks' fingers were turning an unpleasant shade of purple. That probably wasn't a good sign. "Mobilious maximo." Percy said quietly. He did not want to wake his mother up or his father, if his father had ever come home.

Tonks winced as blood began to move once more in her veins. Percy kept his wand ready in case she decided to attack again. Tonks looked around the room and saw herself in a mirror. She lifted her hand and lowered it, watching the mirror. "Why do I look like Fleur Delacour?"

She touched her face once before shaking her head as though to clear it and screwing her eyes closed. She was concentrating so much, her face looked like it was changing. Suddenly, Percy was standing beside an ordinary looking young woman with bright red hair, similar to his sister, Ginny's. Her face was changed too and she no longer resembled Fleur in any way.

"Oh bother, how did this happen?" Tonks asked herself.

"And why did you try to kill me?" Percy asked.

"Where's the real Fleur?" Luna asked the room at large.

The trio sat down on the floor and stared into space, each thinking his or her own thoughts. The scent of burnt cloth was still strong in the room and it was starting to give Percy a headache. "Let's go down to the living room, shall we?" Percy stood up and extended a hand to Luna to help her rise. She smiled wistfully and took it, rising somewhat gracefully into the air.

Percy looked into Luna's eyes for a moment before releasing her hand. He felt heat wash over him as his skin touched Luna's.

"Ahem, I think we have some problems to worry about that won't be solved by the two of you looking deeply and morosely into one another's eyes." Tonks rolled her eyes and left the room.

Percy felt the corner's of his mouth twitch. "Shall we?" Luna nodded and released his hand, leaving the room. Percy took one last look at the ruin of his bed and shivered. He would be dead without his fixation on Luna. Maybe it wasn't such a bad thing.