Percy's Christmas
Percy looked around his house sighing sadly, clutching his copy of Amazing Politics too his chest so Fred or George wouldn't steal it and throw it in the snow, something they had done to all his other books. They thought it was funny. Percy ran a pale hand through his thick fire like hair trying to keep it from falling in to his hardening bright blue eyes. He sighed again it was Christmas.
Percy shivered as he walked down the stairs leading to the living room and caught sight of a small brightly lit tree with about nine presents under it, enough for one each. Percy groaned he was seven and had hated Christmas for as long as he could remember. It wasn't that he didn't like Christmas itself it was just everyone would be laughing and joking around leaving him out again as they did every year.
Percy didn't understand why he couldn't join in and be happy for once but as soon as he tried Fred or George would prank him Ron would complain he was hurting him and Charlie or Bill would tell him off for making little Ginny cry even though he hadn't done anything. Every single Christmas he would end in sitting in the corner reading with tears trailing down his face. No one ever noticed as no one really cared.
Percy sat in the corner with his book watching everyone have fun without him not even realising he wasn't there. A tear trailed down his face maybe it would be better if he wasn't here; he didn't want to disturb them or destroy their fun. He trudged outside closing the door quietly behind him. Percy sighed wrapping his raggedy coat around him and holding his book he walked over to a nearby oak sat down and gazed up at the stars. Closing his blue eyes Percy whispered another tear running down his face "One day I will fit in and make my family proud". He fell asleep hugging his book his fire like hair falling in to his hard blue eyes someday he would make his family proud, he just didn't know it yet.