"Weasley, follow me," Rufus instructed as he walked past his young assistant, he had always known Percy to be over eager, but that he put much faith into the Ministry. It was late, and for the most part people had returned to their homes for the evening, sleeping before the next day of work. Percy however was sat diligently at his desk, awaiting instruction. Rufus remembered being so young and so eager to make his mark.
He led the youngest into his office as sat at his desk, taking a quill form it's ink pot and scribbling across a piece of parchment.
"I wanted to congratulate you on your efforts, I half reckon that you are overlooked by many of your co-workers, but I see ambition, eagerness, and hard working in you. I think if you set your mind to it, you could be moving higher up in no time," Rufus told him, barely removing his eyes from the parchment he was scribbling across. Finally he signed his name, and looked up, surprised at what he saw, Percy with his wand out and trembling, he barely had time to register what his assistant was doing before a shot of light struck him. Percy did not look at the note, before it disappeared in a flash of smoke, to land on the Weasley family Kitchen table.
Mr Arthur Weasley,
I thought as a father it would please you to know that I am providing your son, Percy Weasley, with a promotion; you have raised a good man.
Rufus Scrimgeour
"Took your time Weasley," Bellatrix snapped as she appeared in the office, he looked at the Minister for Magic and smiled. "Is he dead?"
Percy panicked, before making his excuses.
"No, I don't want it to look like I did it, it would be on my wand, I have an image to uphold, they're gonna find me here, stupefied and you're gonna to have to-"
He didn't even have to finish the sentence before she had him withering on the floor screaming and begging, he smiled wickedly, it was so clear to Percy that this pleased her in more than one way. It seemed like an eternity before she allowed a jet of green to escape the tip of her wand, striking the Minister in the centre of his chest.
She turned on him, a wicked smile on her face before turning her wand on him.
"PERCY! PERCY!" The redheaded man blinked his eyes open, above him hovered a familiar face; his father was looking at him with a mixture of horror and relief. He felt himself pulled into his father's embrace, he was confused for only second before realising their plan had worked. He returned the hug weakly, as noise exploded around him as he awoke from his shocked state. "You're alive, oh my boy, you're alive! Your mother was so scared! But my boy, you're alive!"
"We will creep in the darkness, we will remain silent, building and gaining power, a false sense of security will befall them," His voice drawled. "And then we will strike, when they least expect it."