WARNING: Fred and George seductive antics, Remus/Sirius Reunion! (you may squee cause it's cute), Percy insecurities and feels, Sneaky Snape and Hermione, Weasley family feels.

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Fred hummed as he added the scarab shavings to his latest brainchild. This was one of the separate experiments he ran from George's. They worked together for the majority of their products development but both of them had private ones as well. Ones that neither would show to the other until it was perfected and finished. This one he was thanking Sirius for the idea. A false pregnancy lozenge. Suck on it and look like you're nine months pregnant, freak out your family and friends. He chuckled, much like Remus would react when he came back to see his Padfoot.

Things were going rather well these days, the WWW business was booming, he and George were never lost for ideas, and their little dragon house guest was finally starting to relax a bit, not much but he didn't gel his hair down daily so it was definite improvement, especially when they got to see that Draco's hair held a slight curl to it. He glanced up at a tap on the window, his hand edging towards his wand, and tilted his head at the jolly looking owl that was perched on the windowsill. He went over and opened the window, holding out his arm for the bird. He took the letter from it as he walked to the owl shed, brows raising as he noted that it was addressed to their guest.

George was doing something as mundane as baking. One did not grow up raised by Molly Weasley and not learn how to handle oneself in the kitchen. He was baking chocolate chip cookies, having noticed that the little drakeling had a massive sweet tooth. He had also noticed that Draco was easier to deal with when he had a little sugar in him so really this was a win, win situation for them all.

Draco sat at the kitchen table as George baked, doing the homework that Dumbledore sent to him every week. Just because he was in hiding didn't mean that he didn't have school work to do. Draco had no intention of repeating a year. He was going to graduate with the rest of his year and he was going to keep up his perfect grades. Strangely enough...Or maybe not that strange both Fred and George had been a big help when he got stuck on something. Draco was beginning to realize that there was a lot more to the Weasley twins than met the eye. A sweet smell of baking chocolate cookies spread through the house and Draco could feel his mouth water and his stomach starting to growl.

He looked up when Fred entered the kitchen, holding a letter.

Fred waved the letter. "You've got mail little dragon." He held out the folded parchment to the blond, a bright cheery smile on his face.

"Thank you." Draco took the thick parchment and his eyes widened when he recognized the familiar scrolling writings of his godfather. He felt his heart clench as he read the letter, realizing just how much he'd missed Severus and how much it had hurt to have his godfather give him the silent treatment. He was happy that Severus had reached out to him, even through a letter and he would reply right away.

George watched curiously as Draco's eyes softened as he read the letter. Not for the first time he realized that their houseguest was a very attractive bloke.

Fred went to stand next to his brother, leaning on the counter close enough to feel George's body heat, and watched as their guest read his letter. Emotions flickered across that aristocratic face, surprise, happiness, contentment, and a bit of unholy glee as well, all well hidden but he and George were masters at creating and seeing through masks so he caught each slight change and shift. The blond often drew his eyes because he had to admit, Draco Malfoy made a pretty picture even with the pointy nose and chin. He'd give a few dozen Galleons to see the blond's emotional wall drop and see some emotion from him unfettered. matter of fact he'd made it his mission. "Good news little Dragon?"

"Mmm, one could say that yes Freckles." Draco folded the letter carefully. An apprenticeship with Snape, that was what he had dreamt of and now his godfather had offered it to him once it was safe for him to return. It gave Draco a good solid goal to work towards and he couldn't be happier.

"Good for you then." George took the first batch of cookies out of the oven sliding a hot one to his brother and one to Draco.

Fred tossed the cookie from hand to hand. "Oooh hot!" He blew on it carefully when it cooled enough to hold in one hand. "Very good then. I recognize that spidery writing on the address, got enough written reprimands from him to paper a room," his grin was unrepentant, "so how's Hogwarts' resident sneaky, snarky bastard doing?" The playful tone made it clear that Fred didn't consider any of those qualities negative.

"I think he's doing well, as well as he can living in a castle surrounded by cretins and Gryffindors." Draco gave the redheads a sly look as he blew on his cookie so that it would cool enough so that he could bite down on it. "Mmm, tasty."

"Of course, everything about me is hot and tasty." George replied with a grin and nabbed a cookie for himself too.

Fred snickered a bit and playfully smacked George on the arse. "True enough." The yelp his brother gave as the cookie fell from his grasp and was then snatched away by Fred made him grin wider. He wagged the cookie at Draco. "You know I think we learned more about being sneaky just from watching Snape patrol than anything else."

"I'm sure he'll be all heartwarmed to hear that." Draco said dryly. The corners of his mouth kicking up as George leaned down and nabbed the stolen cookie back with his mouth. At first he had been shocked by the casual comments and touches between the brothers. He knew pureblood families were close but usually not quite that close. Now he had to admit, at least to himself that he found it hot. He had woken sweaty and trembling from a lot of dreams starring the redheads lately.

Fred snorted. "You mad? He'd probably commit harakiri to know he'd inadvertently helped the two biggest Gryffindor pains in his arse. Which would be a very bad thing. He can be a ruthless git but there's no better potions professor. Bring in someone new and the dungeons would probably explode."

Draco was surprised that Fred admitted that Snape was brilliant, usually the Gryffindors were of the firm belief that the sooner Snape resigned the better. "Very true." He agreed simply.

"He's a git but a clever git." George munched on his cookie.

Fred bit into his own cookie. "And if we were to be honest the man probably deserves joint sainthood with McGonagall, just for dealing with us and Peeves alone." He smiled at Draco. "See we're not your typical 'all things Slytherin are evil' lions little dragon. We like to give credit where credit is due."

"Hmm, good for you. You're still in minority though." Draco hadn't softened enough to admit his wrongdoings. Not out loud anyway.

"Yup, jolly us for not being narrow minded and bigoted." George snorted and disappeared behind the counter to put another plate of cookies in the oven. He would like to strip Draco of all that polish and breeding.

"Now, now Gred, I rather like being in the minority. What makes us rare makes us valuable. Though we might end up mounted against a wall for that." Fred paused in consideration, knowing exactly how wrong his words could be taken. He'd chosen them absolutely on purpose to see if it would get any reaction from their dragon.

Draco coughed as he choked on a cookie piece as he pictured the brothers mounted against a wall and just who was mounting them. Oh that sent all sort of wicked images through his brain that should not be there.

George was blushing too and he was thankful he could blame it on the heat of the oven. He got up and walked over to the still coughing Draco. "Maybe some milk would make that go down easier, can I get you some?"

Draco looked up at him and coughed more.

Fred's eyes twinkled wickedly as he sidled up to the coughing blond and pat him on the back. "I think you should Georgie. Our poor dragon's near to gagging, he definitely needs some nice creamy milk."

"Well our milk makes everything go down easier and after all it's so much better to swallow than to spit." George poured a tall glass of cold milk and placed it in front of Draco who was growing rather red in the face as he sputtered and coughed. "There you are Drakeling, nice and fresh."

"And it does a body oh so good. Drink up." Fred rubbed Draco's back, exchanging a slight questioning look with his brother.

George looked from his brother to Draco and back again, giving a slight nod. He knew Fred would understand.

Draco grabbed the glass and took a big gulp of milk, having never felt this dirty for drinking milk before.

Reaching out George rubbed his thumb along Draco's soft lips. "You had a milk mustache, I was just removing it." George's smile had a sharper edge to it than usual.

"Okay...Thank you." Draco said when he finally got his voice back. Something had happened here but he wasn't entirely sure what it was.

Fred leaned in just a bit so his breath would feather over Draco's ear. "Oh we're more than happy to help where we can. Consider us your little milk cleaning slaves." He reached over and tapped the homework Draco had been doing before the letter. "Speaking of assistance, is there anything you're needing help with here?"

Blinking Draco was trying his best to get his mind out of the gutter where it had seemed to gotten permanently stuck. He looked down at the homework. "No thank you, for now I think I've got it all under control."

"If you change your mind and need anything we're here and eager to please." George spoke softly, not wanting to scare the little dragon off by coming on too strong. They had made their point and given the littlest Malfoy something to think about.

Fred moved away with a soft whisper of a touch along Draco's arm. "Yes, anything you need, anything at all. Just give us a call." He walked over to the cooling cookies and snatched another one. "Well I'd best get back to my project but you both know where to find me if I'm needed." He gave his brother a wink and Draco a wave before walking out, putting a little swing in his hips. In the back of his mind he was coming up with all sorts of evil evil ideas, some of them involving costumes.

George watched Draco watch Fred leave. Oh the little dragon was certainly not unaffected, George understood though. There was something about Fred, something that pulled you in and kept you captivated. In George's mind Fred had always been the special one. With a soft sigh and thoughts of what would come next he went back to his baking.


Sirius stood in the sunlight, the March wind snapping at his cloak as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the warm rays. Merlin he'd needed this. Needed a few moments peace from Minerva, Poppy, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Dumbledore, Hagrid, myriad students, his brother and Snape, of all bloody people, mother henning him to death. He didn't need a pillow for his back or a place to put his feet up, or a giant brownie, or a pepper-up potion, or a new sweater, or a nap, or a hug, or anything else they'd come up with. All he needed was his bloody mate to come back from the bloody wilds and hold him while his bloody hormones ran riot!

Remus was bone tired. He walked along a shadowy path in the Forbidden Forest leading up to Hogwarts Castle. He had been so relieved when an owl had finally made it through, letting him know that Sirius was at Hogwarts with Regulus and Harry and not on his own in London. He pulled his threadbare cloak tighter around his skinny frame and put his much longer hair behind his ears. Personal grooming was not a priority in the woods. Remus stopped when a familiar scent tickled his nose. He breathed in deeply, images of his mate filling his mind. Without thinking he took off running, trees becoming nothing but a blur as he ran towards his own personal heaven. Finally Remus caught side of Sirius, his mate stood with his back towards him. Remus walked over, reaching out to place a hand on his mate, afraid that he would disappear. That it was just another dream.

Sirius felt someone touch his shoulder and turned, a snarl on his lips, the irritation at having his peace interrupted momentarily blocking the familiar tingle from his awareness. The snarl dropped, as did his jaw when he saw the familiar amber eyes, facial scars, and the gray streaked brown hair that was caught in the wind. He swallowed hard, thinking that this might just be a hallucination, a mirage brought on by desperate longing. "Moony?"

"So beautiful." Remus whispered as he watched his mate's silver eyes. He greedily took in every feature of Sirius' face, having missed it for far too long. His eyes moved down his mate's body and stopped when they got to Sirius' midsection. He stared, and stared some more at the swollen stomach. Remus knew what it meant but he couldn't believe it. He looked up at Sirius with wide, shocked eyes and felt himself go weak in the knees.

Sirius' shock passed and he scowled at his mate. "Moony you have three seconds to touch me and let me know you're not a figment of my imagination before I either bite you or sick my brother, Harry, and Minerva on your arse."

Sirius' words snapped Remus back into reality and with one step his arms were around his mate and his face was buried in Sirius' neck. "I have missed you, I have missed you so fucking much." One hand went to rest on Sirius' stomach. "And it looks as if I have missed even more. A baby Pads?" Remus' voice was both longing and regretful. He had missed so much, he should have been there. His lips traveled over Sirius' cheek until he could capture his mate's mouth in a desperate kiss.

Sirius gripped the lapels of Remus' robes and yanked him as close as he could get, opening his mouth and sucking desperately on the invading tongue. A soft whining moan sounded in his throat. Oh yes, yes, this was what he needed, what he wanted, what he'd been hungering for. His Moony, his mate, the father of the little being that was now kicking him in the kidneys. He grimaced and pulled back from the kiss, placing a hand next to Remus' on his belly. "Yeah, you're gonna be a daddy in about two to three months and I can already tell that he's gonna be a worse trouble-maker than I was."

Remus couldn't stop touching Sirius, small caresses and touched to make sure that the other was still there. "I should have been here, I should never have left." Remus felt resentment fill him. He had been away for months when his mate had been dealing with this alone. "He? Do you know it's a boy?"

The pregnant man leaned against his mate, nodding. "Poppy ran the diagnostic thing-a-ma-spelly. Healthy bouncing baby boy, emphasis on the bouncing as my bladder can attest to." He closed his eyes in contentment. Finally he was right where he needed and longed to be after six bloody months without his mate's touch and presence.

"I love you." There was so much more Remus wanted to say. So much he wanted Sirius to know but for now at this moment being with his mate was enough. He was home and he wouldn't leave Sirius again. Remus didn't care about Dumbledore or the War, he was going to be a father. His family came first, to hell with everything else. "I love you so much." Remus pressed kisses to every inch of skin he could find, lingering with his lips over the mate mark on Sirius' neck.

"Je t'aime mon amour." Sirius wrapped his arms around his mate and held tight, as if afraid something would appear and try to rip him away. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut and ordered himself not to cry. Just because he was pregnant didn't make him any less of a man and he'd be damned if he'd cry at the drop of a hat. "I missed you so much. I kept sending owls but they just came back with the letters and I never got any from you. Can we make Dumbledore bald?"

Remus snorted even as he fought the urge to cling to tightly to his mate. He had to be even more careful than usual now. "Oh Merlin, can you imagine how scary he would look hairless? Like a plucked chicken. Better to give him an itch in all his unmentionable places." Remus continued to hold Sirius, amber eyes widening when suddenly he felt something move inside Sirius' stomach. The reality of the situation came crashing down on him and Remus sank down on his knees. "We're going to have a baby..." He placed both his hands on his mate's stomach. "I hope he will be everything you are Siri...Beautiful, smart and brave. I wish for him to be all of you and nothing like me, I don't want him to have to live like a monster."

Sirius' hand smacked Remus on the back of the head. "I thought we covered this. You. Are. Not. A. Bloody. Monster!" He fisted his hands in the longer brown hair, forcing Remus to meet his gaze, and bared his teeth in an irritable growl, sounding more like a werewolf than his mate. "You listen to me Remus John Lupin, I could not ask for a better person for our child to take after than you, endlessly patient, responsible, smart as a whip, compassionate, and you happen to look damn good too!" He yanked on Moony's hair deliberately. "You stop calling yourself a monster right now! I am not having you make our child think there's something wrong with him just cause Daddy can't accept that he's an amazing, beautiful man who just happens to get a little furrier than most once a month. Seriously Moony would you think? I know you're capable of it, much more than I am usually."

Remus looked properly chastised. "I'm sorry, you know that I would never, ever let this child think there's something wrong with him. I would gladly tear anyone who dears to say differently apart." He nuzzled his nose into Sirius' stomach. "I didn't mean to upset you love. I'm sorry." Remus didn't promise to to stop seeing himself for what he was, he couldn't stop but he would never transfer his issues on to their child. The only time Remus felt even remotely wonderful or beautiful was when he was with Sirius.

Sirius sighed and loosened his hold to card his fingers though his mate's hair. "I wish you could see yourself like I do Moony. You're honestly the most amazing man I know, except for that irritating little habit you have of putting yourself down. And don't worry about upsetting me, I snap at the slightest thing lately."

It still ate at Remus that he hadn't been there, that he had missed hormone storms and weird cravings. He knew that what he had been doing was important but he had missed so much. At least now the weird stomach bug he'd had during the fall made sense. "Do you know that I spent a lot of time puking my guts out in the bushes along the same time you would have had morning sickness...Thank you for that." Remus got up and kissed Sirius' cheeks. "I couldn't figure out what in the name of Salazar was wrong with me." Another kiss to the corner of his mate's mouth this time. "I am not leaving again. If Dumbledore has another mission for me then he can go bugger himself. I am going to stay right where you are, that's home to me and the most important thing."

Sirius sighed and nuzzled the side of Remus' throat. "I'm glad." Then the animagus grinned. "Sympathy pangs huh?" He gave a smacking kiss on the lips to Remus. "Good, they're half your fault so you deserve 'em. Come on, I'm hungry and I'm sure the buzzing old bastard wants your report." He twined his fingers with his mate's and tugged lightly towards Hogwarts. "Oh and wait til you see Harry's animagus form. Can't really call him Bambi anymore."

Remus squeezed Sirius' hand and followed him to the castle looming in the distance. He listened happily to everything his mate told him. Feeling content and at peace for the first time in months. He was so happy to be home.


Snape's boots scuffed softly along the hallway as he carried a small case of abortifacient potions to the infirmary. He opened the door to the infirmary and walked back to Poppy's office, one brow lifting when he saw that her door was cracked open. He paused when he heard her speaking in a low soothing tone.

"Is it really bad that he's showing an interest in you dear? It has been three years afterall."

"It is bad, nothing good can come from it. He's a Quidditch player, it's going to end up just as before and I don't think I can live through it another time." Percy's voice was close to desperate as he floo called one of the people who knew what had happened his last year at Hogwarts. "It still hurts. I can't let anyone do that to me again, what if I'm not good enough for Krum either?" There was a deep sigh. "He's so good with the kids he meets, stopping whatever he's doing to sign autographs and just say hi. He seems close to perfect but I can't trust him Poppy. There's not enough left of my heart to give away to anyone."

"Oh Percy dear you have a bigger heart than you think. I wish you had taken my advice and seen a mind healer about this. Quidditch player doesn't automatically mean 'stupid, heartless, arrogant git' dear. Your brothers have all played Quidditch, and it wouldn't surprise me if young Mr. Potter goes pro for a time after school, do you think any of them would have done that to their lover?" Poppy longed to just step through the floo and give Percy a big hug. The poor lad was the odd-Weasley-out and he'd made an art of owning that role. "You've associated Quidditch with everything bad and pushed your own family away because they love the sport. You need to talk to someone dear, someone who can help you put things in a better perspective so you can at least reconcile with your family. Don't you miss them?"

Snape's brows were nearly reaching his hairline. The most tolerable Weasley had some sort of pain in his past so significant that he needed a mind healer? And did the rest of the redheaded army that was his family know that?

"Yes." Percy's voice was very small. "I do miss them." He missed his mother's loud and hands on love, his father's gentleness and how he was always there for you. Percy missed his brothers teasing and their cockiness and he missed Ginny's sweet smile and the way she used to curl up next to him as they sat on the couch reading together. "I miss them every day but I can't be with them. I am broken and I am so, so angry. If I am with them I will say something that hurts them, even though I know it's not their fault...It's better to keep to myself."

"Oh sweetheart, that's why I want you to see a mind healer. So you can work through all the hurt and the anger and have your family again. I know your parents miss you terribly and do you know that when one of the twins floos me to ask about medical consequences and reactions they always bring you up? Last time Fred, at least I think it was Fred, called about that product...oozing warts or some such other vile name, and he said he wished he could get a hold of you since you'd always been so good at helping them out. Your family misses you. Will you at least think about seeing a mind healer? I can give you the name of one I trust."

Percy was silent for a very long time. He didn't think that a mind healer could help him since he was the problem but he didn't want to disappoint Poppy either. She had been good to him ever since it had happened. She'd always been willing to lend an ear. "Okay." He said finally. "Give me the name, I can't promise I'll go see them but I will think about it. Thank you Poppy."

"You don't need to thank me dear. I am only too happy to help you however I can." She reached into her desk and pulled out a business card, sending it through the floo. "Angus Kinnion is his name. He's the best I know at what he does."

Percy nabbed the business card on his end, looking at it as if it might bite him. "Thank you, I won't bother you any longer. Go patch up all the reckless, blockheaded students I know you have there." Percy managed to press out a smile but it was a tense one. He had freaked out when Viktor Krum had shown interest in being something more than casual acquaintances. Poppy had been kind enough to listen to him. "Goodbye Poppy." She flames flickered as Percy closed the floo in his tiny office.

The medi-witch sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose in weariness. She wanted to help that young man so badly but until he was ready to be helped there was nothing she could do. "Severus Snape cease your lurking! Do you honestly think I don't know when someone enters my infirmary?"

The potions master stepped in, setting the case of potions on her desk. "I do apologize for eavesdropping Poppy."

"Mmhmm, you always were nosy." her gaze was stern and warning. "You are not to tell a single Weasley about what you just heard do you understand me?"

He raised a hand in quiet acquiesce, "I assure you Poppy I would not be able to remain patiently in the presence of any Weasley long enough to relate that conversation. No Weasley shall hear it from my lips."

She nodded. "Good. Now out. As Percy said, I have blockheads to treat." She shooed him away.

He left and headed for his laboratory. He'd sworn not to tell any Weasleys but there was more than one way to inform the redheaded wonders and he could easily relay the information to Hermione. The young woman had indeed taken him up on his offer to come down when her familiar went missing and over the last few weeks they'd taken to chatting and she'd occasionally assist him with the simpler potions. It was a refreshing change from his norm and he would be the first to admit that he was growing quite fond of the Gryffindor. She would no doubt have a few dozen theories on what might have happened to Percy Weasley and would be more than happy to inform the Weasley family that something was afoot.

Hermione's eyes were saucer wide and she nibbled on her lip as she processed what Snape had told her. So something had happened to Percy, she wondered what it was. "Three years ago Percy was in his last year here. I thought he was dating Penelope Clearwater but she did not play Quidditch." She was already trying her best to analyze and figure out what might have happened. "Whatever happened it must have been bad. Percy was always very strict and serious but he never avoided his family." Hermione pet Crookshanks who was lying in her lap as she watched Snape stir a boiling potion carefully.

Snape nodded. "It would not be the first time a secret relationship was carried on within the walls of Hogwarts and most assuredly won't be the last. Whatever happened and whoever hurt Mr. Weasley had to have been scandalous enough to warrant a cover relationship with Miss Clearwater." He sprinkled some violet petals into the potion. "It would not surprise me if she'd agreed to a farce in order to help a friend either. In any case his family should know that there is more to his being so cold to them than simply being a prat. I know Molly was deeply hurt last year when he did not attend the Weasley Christmas celebration."

"She was heartbroken." Hermione nodded, warmed that Snape had noticed too. She couldn't help but wonder who Percy had been with and why it had to be covered up like that. She knew all the Weasley's and she knew they would not have cared at all if it was another boy. It had to be something more than that. "I'm going to take this up with Ron, as much as he always harps about Percy and his knob-head ways I know he misses him. Thank you for telling me this." Hermione's brain was still working on all cylinders.

Snape added a final stir, nodding in satisfaction when the potion finished beautifully before he looked up and met her eyes. "As irritating as I find the majority of Arthur and Molly's spawn, such family as the Weasleys is precious and should be held as a treasure, not throw aside out of some odd fear." He began to bottle the potion. "In addition if Molly sends me one more sweater to make up the difference I'll soon be able to clothe all of Hogsmeade."

"Molly sends you Weasley sweaters?" Hermione grinned, picturing Snape in knobby knitted sweaters with a large S on the front. Strangely the mental image was more adorable than funny. "I hope you wear them, they are really very cozy you know, I wear my newest one instead of a robe on mornings."

He shook his head, a smile flirting across his lips. "I am aware as I do wear them. She is kind enough to make the majority of them black and gray so as to cater to my school year wardrobe."

"Good, I'm glad you wear them." She rubbed Crookshank's ears as the large cat purred. "It would be nice to see you in color sometime though. I think blue would suit you very well."

"Mmm green suits me better." He glanced up with a slight lift of his brow. "Perhaps you might get the opportunity to see me in color one day Miss Granger, if you happen to catch sight of me during the summer."

"Hmm, I will keep my eyes open then." Hermione met his gaze straight on.


Molly watched as the fire flickered back to normal after the floo call she'd had with Ron. Her heart was aching and she wanted to rush out and apparate to London. Her baby, her sweet, calm Percy was in pain. He was in pain and he didn't think he could talk to his family about it. It made her want to cry, want to go to him, hold him and let him know that they would always love him. Always be on his side.

Another part of her was raging, that part wanted blood. Someone had hurt her child bad enough that he had turned away from his family and made him close himself off. She wanted to tear that person apart with her bare hands. Molly sat down in the old, fraying chair in front of the fire and stared into the flames. She missed Percy and now that she knew something had happened to him she wouldn't give up until he had help. Until he was back with them.

Molly wasn't the only one seething with heartache, rage, and determination. Arthur's hands were actually shaking. He was a gentle man, had always left the discipline to Molly and had never once raised a hand to his children aside from the time Fred and George had tried to make Ron take an Unbreakable Vow. The only person he could recall actually striking in a fury before was Lucius Malfoy but really that was understandable. He'd cast hexes in the name of the Order to protect the vague amorphous 'people' but this was his son. The son who was, astonishingly enough, most like him. This was the little boy he remembered toddling along after him on a day when you were allowed to bring your child to work. All the others had demurred calling his job boring and whatnot but when he'd asked Percy, the child's face had lit up. Not once during that day had Percy complained of boredom and from then on for years he'd spoken of nothing but being 'just like Dad'. Now he knew that someone had hurt his quietest, shyest child, hurt him so badly that Percy was afraid to love.

His 'little double' as Molly had once called Percy, had pulled away from them because of some rockheaded Quidditch player. Arthur shook his head and stood up from his chair. "Molly, get your cloak."

Molly gave Arthur a surprised look but got out of the chair to gather her cloak and purse. "Are we going to the Ministry Arthur?" She asked softly. She really wanted to get to her baby boy.

He nodded. "Yes. I'm not letting our son isolate himself anymore." He held out his hand to tuck her under his arm and grabbed a handful of floo powder to floo into the Ministry. 'You may not want us poking our noses in son but we're not about to let you close yourself off and hurt anymore.'


TW's A/N: I have turned on moderating guest/anon reviews due to the childish antics of a certain troll. Not so much for myself, I really don't care, but I know some people read the reviews of a story to learn if the story is worth reading and the last review the troll left could be horribly triggering for someone. If you're leaving a genuine review, even if it's constructive criticism, it will be published so don't feel shy about leaving a guest review, I don't bite. Again Acherona and I