Autumn 2002

Percy let a deep breath out. His arms entwined in his chest, and he satisfiedly inspect the newly build tree house.

"Are you sure to let it unpaint?" Arthur rubbing his chin beside Percy.

"Dad, treehouse supposedly natural. If we paint it, it lost the natural feel."

"Well... i think you always like blue. Blue is natural."

Percy rolling his eyes. And he just realizing what is missing. So he conjuring a rope ladder in front of the door.

"I think its will better if we add some bird houses arround."

"Right!"

Arthur start transfiguring the remained boards into some bird houses.

"And I think its allright for the bird houses to be painted, Dad. Blue, green, red, yellow, even gold..."

Arthur grinning big. Percy smilling on him. He know his father looking the changes to play with those muggle paint and brush.

"Its a good treehouse. Your boys will love to play here." Arthur inspecting the ladder. He then climb it.

"Dad, girls too may play in treehouse." Percy followed behind him.

"So, you expecting girls?"

They sit in the little "porch" of the treehouse. Percy adding some fence in the porch end to prevent the kids fallen down from the edge.

"Not that what i mean, Dad. What i mean, dont discrimating toys and games for kids."

"So, you expecting boys?"

"Dad. What i mean is, I'm not expecting any specific gender. I'm happy wether they are boys, or girls. Or boy and girl. I just hope they wont be as mischieve as Fred and George."

Arthur laughing.

"You will be a great father, Percy."

"I have a great mentor after all."

Arthur's sighing.

"I am not a good father."

"You are."

They went silent for a moment.

"All you said before you leaved home, is right. I cant even deny you..."

"I was so mean, and I should never talk to you like that."

"You did. Never anyone talk so bluntly to me like that. Not even Molly."

Percy smilled.

"Mom never detest you. Mom never think slightest way like i did."

"I'm so blessed to have her. She is a princess, but willingly step down to a shabby burrow for me."

"Dad, for Mom, you are her knight. Her king. You are better than any prince linning to marry her. And I happy she did not make my last name Malfoy or Nott, or Lastrange. She did the best thing to us."

Arthur laughing hard.

"You're pratt."

"I am Weasley."

Arthur laughing harder.

"Dad..."

"Hm?"

"I'm really sorry for what i said to you."

"No. All you said is true. You wake me up. I owe you my promotions. Its me who has to feel sorry for what had happened..."

Percy clench his fists. A big lump start growing in his throat.

"You are a very talented wizzard. I teach you from your first word. Do you know, your first word is 'Dad'..."

Percy silently listening, not able to form any words.

"You are late growing. You late to walk, you late to speak... But when you able to speak, you speak so cleverly. I oftently stumbled to handle you. Your body is two, but you speak like four. Your face is two, but you think like six. Sometime i got carried away and teach you difficult lesson forgeting your real age... One moment I worried because you havent walk when you almost two, but then you run and apparating here and there in a blink. One moment you said no words when other kids have been naming all the stuff arround them, but after your first word, suddenly you talk so cleverly. I should know you better that you are more than capable to be just a mere minister's asisstant. I was give you not enough attention so I didnt realized what you had fight for. You're alone under those mean petty coworkers, they dump you their loads, and your boss is out of the game, but you keep the departement intack. And here we talk about one of the Ministry's elite departement, I know. Even now. You do a wonderfull job, your departement is the Ministry's main engine. And if you havent realize it yet, you are 23. Barty handle your departement at 50, after he retired from the DMLE."

"Dad..." Percy only managed a weak yelp between his tears.

"And I cant even imagine what happen when you work under Thicknesse."

"I'm with the Orde."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"And it was you, right? In front of the Propercy's room?"

Percy can not answering.

"I know it was you. I'm just too coward to confirm it. I was hurt you, and let other kids detest you. Me, and my last petty pride. I can not even appologizing you properly."

"Dad, thats all right. You've doing right. You should not let other kids pratting on you like i did..."

"I'm sorry, Percy. You always a good brother to them."

Percy feel all his big rock in his heart melted. And he flung his arms arround his father's neck. He's sobbing like a two years tot. His father rub his back slowly.

"Oh, my little precious Perseus..."

Oh, what a distant words. Lovely words.

"Oi... boys! Come help me with this cookies!" Audrey's smilling under the ladder.

She hold a tray with cookies and, milk! Percy groaning. Arthur levitating the tray to their side.

"Could I go up?"

"Yes! This house will able to load all of the weasleys!" Arthur proudly tap the house's door.

"No! Dad! She is pregnant!"

"Ah, right, I'm forgot..."

"Dad!"

"Its allright Percy! I want to see the house too!"

"No! Stay there!"

Arthur giggling along with Audrey.

"You boys want to monopolize the tree house for your self, huh?" Molly crossing her arms in menancing glare.

"Mom! She is pregnant!"

"Are you a wizzard or not!"

Molly flung her arms arround Audrey's shoulder and a loud thud heared from inside the treehouse. Mom's apparating Audrey. They shrugging the 'boys' and sit on their each side.

"If you had finished with him, I want my man back." Molly hug Arthur possesively.

"Here, here. I have a spare shoulder." Audrey lean her shoulder to Percy. Percy smile and hug her.

"Au, i dont like milk."

"That is mine."

"Oh."

"Are you a wizzard or not?" Arthur flicks his tongue, and a few bottles of butterbeer flyed from the kitchen. They all laugh.

"Arthur, i think it would great to have like this one on our own garden?"

"Yes, dear mollywobles..."

Percy's groaning. Audrey giggling.