I debated on whether or not to make it one big story or separate ones but here it is! Basically, this series is Percy helping out his younger siblings (plus Harry b/c he's an honorary brother) in some way. Each chapter will focus on him with either the twins, Ron, Ginny or Harry. If you have an idea for a chapter please comment! I'll also credit you, of course

It was the middle of the night.

Percy was sleeping soundly in his bed, curled under a thick duvet with his face pressed into the pillow. He was blissfully unaware of the thunderstorm that was raging outside. His bedroom was plunged into darkness, except for the flashes of lightning that lit up the whole room. It was only when the thunder roared so much that it seemed to shake the house, that he stirred slightly, but not yet enough to wake. Unbeknownst to him, the door creaked as it slowly opened and two young boys, clinging to each other, tip toed inside.

They stood at his bedside, glancing at each other, unsure of what to do. "Is he awake?" Fred whispered to his twin. He stood on his tip toes, craning his neck, but it was just too dark to see properly. "I can't see."

"I dunno," George's lip was quivering.

"Well, don't worry," Fred was the braver of the two and tried to reassure him. He pulled on his older brother's blanket, grunting when he realized how heavy Percy was.

"Why isn't he waking up?" George was upset.

"Mummy says he can sleep through anythin', 'member?" Fred said.

The thunder clapped again and both boys jumped.

"Hurry," George urged.

"Okay, okay," Fred turned back to the bed. "Psst, Percy. Are you awake?" He yanked on the blanket again. "Percy! Percyyy! "

Percy awoke to hearing voices. Voices that weren't being considerate of the fact that he was trying to sleep. Groggily, he rubbed at his face, scrunching it up at having his sleep disrupted. What did those two want now ?

"What do we do now? He's still asleep," George said, anxiously.

"I dunno," Fred said, hesitantly.

He ought to try and go back to sleep. They didn't know he wasn't so he might be able to get away with it. Honestly, what were they doing up anyway? Mum and Dad had put them to bed ages ago and if they didn't get the proper amount of sleep, they were going to be cranky. That's what Bill said when Percy had complained about having to go to bed early at their age.

Course, now that Percy listened better to their voices, they did sound scared. It made him frown. They weren't ever scared. They always bragged about how nothing ever scared them. It didn't settle right with him and he sat up, propping himself on his elbows.

"Fred, George?" He said, quietly and then yawned.

It was silent for a split second before he heard them again. "Percy," they sounded relieved.

"You're awake," one of them said-he didn't care to think about it was, as he was still half asleep.

"What are you both doing up?" He asked them, arching his eyebrow despite that neither of them were going to see it. He couldn't read what the clock on his wall said, but he imagined it was late. "You should be in bed, both of you. Mum and Dad are sleeping. I don't think they would be happy if they knew you were up. Did you get into the cupboard again? Mum's not going to be pleased if you ate all the biscuits-"

"We didn't get in there, promise," one said and he found that hard to believe.

"Yeah, promise," the other echoed.

"Well, then why are you both up?" Percy said.

"We're scared," one of them whispered, nearly inaudible.

"Of the storm?" he guessed, feeling sympathetic now. He found it slightly strange that they'd wound of up in his bedroom. Most of the time, Fred and George tended to flock towards Bill or Charlie, so it was a surprise to say the last that they were going to him. "Well, why did you come to me? Why not Bill or Charlie?"

"We don't want them," one of them declared and Percy knew from the tone that it was Fred. "We want you." Percy felt a warmth blossom in his chest.

"O...oh."

The thunder boomed once again, this time it was particularly louder than the last one.

Fred and George squeaked in fright. Percy remembered a time when he was younger and scared by the dark. Bill had helped him get over it; Charlie, too, but he'd gently teased him for it as well. Claiming it was his job as his big brother. Percy hadn't liked that much. It embarrassed him mostly. He wasn't going to do the same thing to the twins. They clearly needed support right now.

"Are you guys okay?" He got on his knees and glanced down at them with furrowed eyebrows.

One of them sniffled. Percy couldn't visibly tell if they were crying but he reckoned it had to be George if he was indeed. George was the more sensitive one between the two of them. While Fred wouldn't cry often unless he was in a load of pain, George became teary eyed when they were being punished for a prank or when Bill and Charlie had to go back to school.

"No," George sounded close to tears now. Another flash of lightning. More thunder. The twin's breathing quickened. He didn't want them to hyperventilate or risk waking anyone else up. "Can we stay with you?" His brother was begging. "Please, Percy?"

"Yeah, please?" Fred chimed in, sounding as desperate as his twin. "We'll be good."

" Really good."

"The goodest we've ever been!"

"Even gooder than that!"

"You can stay," Percy agreed. It wasn't like he was going to deny them. Not when they were as frantic and out of sorts like they were. His brothers wasted no time in hopping up on the bed, latching themselves onto him and holding on for dear life. They were on either side of him, gripping his pajama shirt and pressing their faces into his neck. He was momentarily jarred by the unexpected gesture, but within seconds recovered.

"It's okay," he tried to be soothing. "It won't hurt you."

"It's loud," George whimpered.

" Really loud."

"I know," Percy freed both of his hands to thread his fingers through their hair. He'd seen his parents do that to the twins as well as Ron and Ginny when they were upset. " It'll be over soon." They weren't comforted by that. He was going to need to do better. "How about I tell you both a story?"

"What kinda story?" Fred shifted his weight, which thankfully took some of it off Percy. "Is it a good story?"

"You would know if you didn't interrupt," but Percy was hardly irritated, more so fond. "Now just one moment-hang on, let me just-" With them still attached to him, Percy moved back so he could lean against the back of his bed. "Alright, there was this family and they had seven kids."

"Just like us," George said.

"And they had twins named Frankie and Graham," Percy smiled when the twins ooed . "Frankie and Graham were the smartest wizards ever."

"Even smart than Dumbledore?" Fred asked in awe.

"Oh, yes," Percy nodded. "And one day, when Frankie and Graham were bored, they decided to...erm." A thought came to him. "They decided to make a joke shop."

He was sure the twin's eyes had lit up.

"It was the best joke shop, too," he continued. "Lots of silly things. Everyone laughed and laughed because of these two."

"Freddie," George whispered-but not really. Neither of them could properly whisper. "We should make a shop, too."

"Yeah," Fred responded.

"I bet it'll be fantastic," Percy told them with a smile.

"Better then Frankie and Graham's?" George said.

" Much better."

The next morning, their mum found them sleeping on Percy's bed. Fred and George were laying on their older brother's chest, snoring and Percy had his arms around them. They didn't know until years later that she used the family camera to snap a picture of them.

Years after that, when two brothers were standing in front of a tomb stone, that same photograph was like a treasure to them as they remembered a happier, innocent time.