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People thought a lot of things about Percy. That he was arrogant, a pompous ass who should have been a Ravenclaw or a Slytherin. Someone who didn't belong into Gryffindor, much less into the Weasley family. That he didn't like Quidditch.

It wasn't true of course, or at least not all of it was true. Percy loved Quidditch. He was an adamant supporter of the Montrose Magpies and kept a diary of their flying formations and player statistics. When he was younger he'd even hung several posters in his room, the one directly above his bed had been of the Magpies' keeper Owen Murray elegantly blocking the Quaffle with the tail end of his broom and then smirking cheekily at the opposing teams chaser.

He'd taken them down after the incident running up to his 8th birthday.

Arthur had been gifted tickets to the friendly match Holyhead Harpies vs Chudley Cannons and had decided to take Percy and the twins to the match as an early birthday present. Even though the game wasn't important for the championship and the Chudley Cannons were hardly and exciting team, Percy had been excited to go. So excited he hadn't been able to sleep the previous night and hadn't been able to eat anything the whole day.

When they finally got there it wasn't anything like Percy had expected. Everything was so loud. Of course he'd expected that, he wasn't stupid. What he hadn't anticipated was how overwhelming it would be for him. The announcers were playing the Chudley Cannons anthem ("If the stars align, we'll score tonight"), someone in the stands above them was regularly firing off an orange confetti canon.

There were so many people there, so many magical auras brushing against Percy's skin like razorblades. Fred was yanking on Arthurs sleeves, demanding he buy him a sugar wand. George was trying to sneak away on to the pitch. A witch who wore a ghastly colour of purple robes, recognized the Weasley hair and dragged him back to his seat. Arthur thanked the witch and then turned to Percy and scolded him "You need to watch your brothers. your brothers. You're the older one."

Percy had seen George trying to sneak off and usually he would have alerted his father immediately, but he'd felt too overwhelmed to do anything much less speak. The game went on and Percy sat there covering his ears wishing to go home. The Cannons were losing, as was expected, but the Cannons fans seemed only to get more enthusiastic in their chanting, singing and screaming. Someone spilled cold Butterbeer on Percy's lap. It felt wet and sticky, and made the fabric of his pants stick to his leg in a way that made him feel nauseous. "Daaad, Percy peed his pants", Fred announced loudly. Percy's face burned red with humiliation, he wanted to protest, but he still couldn't force sound past his vocal chords.

Arthur turned around and pointed his wand at him "Tergeo". Percy felt Arthur's magic enveloping and choking him, as well as raking over his skin, like tinny needles pricking his legs and groin area. Hot tears, that Percy desperately tried to keep in were spilling out of his eyes. Percy was sure that everyone was staring at him, but at least Arthur and the twins had directed their attention towards the pitch again, as the half-time show was starting.

People began to pour out of their seats, squeezing past where the Weasleys were sitting, the announcers turned up the music again. Female high pitched screaming erupted at the Harpies' male dance troop began their performance. Percy pressed his hands tighter over his ears, scooted as far back into his chair as was possible and drew his knees up. His heartbeat was pounding in his head, his hands felt clammy, but he couldn't lift them from his ears to wipe them on his trousers. He squeezed his eyes shut. The magic was building inside of him, but he was helpless to stop it. It built and built until it finally poured out of him and the stadium went quiet.

At first it was just the screaming, shouting and talking that stopped. The announcer shut of the music. Percy saw George's lips moving like a fish out of water, no sound came out. All around him witches and wizards were having the same problem.

Percy began to panic and more tears came out. "I'm sorry", he wanted to shout but only a small wheeze made it past his vocal chords this time. He hadn't meant to do that, it had just happened. Casting magic on other people was bad, he knew that. What if people found out it was him? Surely at least the people close to him would have felt where the magic came from. Bad people weren't allowed into Hogwarts he was pretty sure of it. He would be the only Weasley ever to not attend Hogwarts. Would he even still be a Weasley if he didn't go to Hogwarts? His parents had plenty of other children that were perfect wizards. They really didn't need him. And really who would want such an embarrassing child who couldn't even enjoy a Quidditch match?

Around him the chaos was rising as witches and wizards tried to undo his accidental magic nonverbally. Eventually, several witches in bright yellow robes apparated into the middle of the pitch. And began undoing the silencing charm that Percy had placed accidentally on almost the entire stadium. The process was tedious, as they had to treat each witch and wizard individually, although some had managed to undo the charm by themselves and were now helping the witches from Magical Accidents and Catastrophes. A tall and spindly witch makes her way towards the Weasleys and undoes the charm first on Arthur and then on Fred and George and finally she turns towards Percy. Her magic washes over him, and this time it feels somehow gentler then when his parents clean him. "Huh", the witch mumbles and frowns a little, "So you're the little wizard who caused this whole mess, eh?" Percy swallows and tries to make himself answer. At first there is only a wheeze again but he keeps pushing, it feels almost painful but eventually he manages a whisper: "I'm sorry"

"Accidental magic, is quiet common for wizards your age. Although I must say I'm impressed by the strength your silencing charm", the witch said and handed Percy a lollipop from a pocket near her chest. Percy didn't like lollipops. He'd always thought they tastes too sweet and were too sticky. But he knew it wasn't acceptable to say so and hand it back . So he took it. It felt warm. Maybe he would give it to Ron later.

"Can we go home now Dad?", Percy asked. "Nonsense, my boy", Arthur replied "The match is starting up again. A little accidental magic happens to everyone your age on occasion."