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Percy really wasn't the type of person that enjoyed the frequent brotherly wrestling matches that took place inside of the Burrow but Charlie rarely gave him a choice when it came to that matter. A loud crash followed by the sound of scuffling in the living room caused Mrs. Weasley to shake her head and smile but just continue on with cleaning in the kitchen. Charlie and Percy wrestled on the ground, rolling and rolling until the older brother brother was on top of the younger brother, Charlie's hands on Percy's shoulders and his chin digging into Percy's collarbone. It was completely uncomfortable and undesirable.

"C-Charlie...g-get off me," Percy managed to grunt out, pushing at the other boy's shoulders. When it became apparent that Charlie wasn't listening Percy slammed his elbow up into Charlie's abdomen.

"Shit!" Charlie cursed. "That hurt damn it!"

Appalled at the language that was just used by his brother, Percy smacked Charlie directly on the chest, causing the other boy to yelp in surprise and glare down at him.

"Charlie! That is inappropriate language! Mother told you that use of such language was not acceptable!" Charlie continued to stare down at Percy for a moment before rolling his eyes and a smile to come to his face. "Even when you down on the ground, pretty much beaten, you still find a way to be a prat."

"Ah, that is where you are wrong, Charlie! It is you who is the one who is beaten, not me!"

"I don't think so. I'm on top of you, not the other way around. Therefore, you lost," Charlie pointed out, now smirking.

Percy hated to lose. He opened his mouth to object, only to freeze and stared up at Charlie for a moment. He then looked down at Charlie's knees that were sitting on either side of his waist before sighing heavily and coughed. "That is but a mere technicality that can be ignored," he mumbled out, looking away from Charlie.

Loud laughter left Charlie's mouth as he shook his head before he leaned down a bit, curling his arm around Percy's neck and turning them over so that they were laying on their sides. A gasp left Percy's mouth as his older brother wrapped around his neck in what resembled a choke hold and wrapped his legs around his waist. For a moment, he was afraid that Charlie wasn't joking around any more and that he was actually going to hurt him, but when he felt a hand in his hair, ruffling it in a way that he most definitely did not like, he relaxed a bit and huffed. Normally, Percy would scold the other boy for rough housing and tell him to let him go immediately. However, there was something holding him back from doing that. So, Percy just relaxed in Charlie's grip and reached a hand back to begin messing around with Charlie's shorter hair. If his older brother could play around with his hair, it was only fair that he could do the same thing with his. When he heard the huff in response, Percy grinned and took that as permission to keep messing with it.

"Who said that you that you could touch my hair?" Charlie grunted out, tightening his grip around Percy's neck.

"Well...you are doing it to me. It's only fair that I can do the same to you as well."

Neither one said anything more for a few seconds, but then, Charlie grunted before laughing again and began to tease Percy with pokes to his ribcage.

"Wait!" Percy shouted as he realized what Charlie was now starting to do. "Charlie! I'm too old for this!"

"You're never be too old for me to tickle you!" Charlie continued on, enjoying hearing the sound of Percy laughing, only because it was so rare for his younger brother to do so.

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Smiling to himself as he remembered that day, Percy tried to stay as calm as possible while sitting on the couch as he continued to wait in his older brother's small flat in Romania. He had told the Ministry he needed the day off which they were happy to give him, he had never taken one before. Lacing his fingers together, Percy leaned forward and rested his chin on his hands as he continued going over and over in his mind what he had come here to do. He had a lot of good memories of Charlie, so could he do really do this? He needed to start here. If Percy couldn't rid himself of the brother he felt the closest to then Percy wouldn't be able to do it to any of them. Then he could never fulfill his deepest desire. Percy would go through his entire life never being truly happy.

It was just two words.

Percy knew the spell, he had just never used it before. It would be quick and painless. He wanted it to be quick and painless. That was when the doorknob of the front door began to rattle which immediately caused Percy to quickly jump to his feet. He could feel his heartbeat start to quicken. Charlie opened the door to his apartment and closed it behind him only to freeze once he saw who was standing in his living room.

"Perce?" His eyes widened in shock as Percy was certainly the last person he expected to see today. But the shock quickly went away as Charlie couldn't help but smile.

"Hey...hey Charlie," Percy said once he found his voice as he slowly went to the pocket that held his wand. "Sorry for just letting myself in."

"No, that's fine. It's nice to see you. What are you doing here?" His brother must have gotten his letter. But the more Charlie stared at Percy he could tell that something was going on. "Percy, are you okay?"

Percy ignored the question. Percy's eyes then became glassy as he tiled his head, continuing to look at his older brother as a sad smile came to his face. "I love you, Charlie," Percy responded, because it was true. "I want you to know that. I really do love you."

Charlie blinked, not expecting that.

"I...I love you too Percy."

This felt weird, this felt wrong. What was going on?

"You were always my favorite brother...but I need to let go. I just have to."

Those words instantly scared Charlie. Was Percy thinking about hurting himself?

"Okay, what's wrong?" Charlie rushed over and embraced his brother, looking him in the eyes. "Tell me what's going on with you."

Percy roughly pulled away from him. "Please, don't make this any harder then this has to be for me."

"Percy, whatever you're thinking, don't!"

Quickly pulling his wand out, Percy pointed it at Charlie.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The last thing he saw was the shocked look on Charlie's face before the spell struck him in the chest and he sunk to the floor, lifeless. Percy couldn't take his eyes off him, just staring down at his older brother. He kept expecting Charlie to get back up but the seconds ticked by before they became minutes and he wasn't. Percy had done it. Finally dropping down to his knees next to his brother's body, Percy ran his hand over Charlie's face to close his open eyes.

"Goodbye, Charlie." Percy whispered as he leaned forward and kissed Charlie's forehead. "Don't worry, I'm going to send the others to you. You're not going to be lonely."

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It was two days later when Percy's was working at his desk when the sound of shouting and other commotion outside of his office caused his brows to furrow and for him to look up. That's when his father barged through the door, white as a ghost, a look on his face that he had never seen his father have before. Percy jumped up from his seat, now frightened. Did somebody know what he had done? Did they tell his father what he had done? Percy had been so careful to not been seen coming in or leaving Charlie's flat.

"Father?" Percy asked. "What is it, what's wrong?"

Arthur didn't say a word as he went to his son and pulled him into a tight hug, the year of estrangement and hurt feelings tossed to the wayside. "Percy, your brother is dead." Arthur began crying. "Charlie is dead."

Percy had to fake being in shock as he wrapped his arms around his father.

"What happened? Was it an accident? He did work with dragons-"

"No. Somebody killed him." Arthur hugged him tighter and that caused Percy to smile, because at that moment Percy felt closer to his father than he had in so long. The two just continue to hug for the longest time.

It was working. He could do this. Percy then looked down at his right hand. He turned it over and stared at his palm before outstretching his fingers. Five. That's how many he had left.

Five to go.

"Come on," Arthur finally let go of him, "We need to go tell your mother before somebody else does."

That caused Percy to close his eyes for a moment before he followed his father. This was going to be the worst part.

Following his father out of his office to head to the nearest fireplace, Percy squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. This was the part that he was not looking forward to. Percy didn't want to upset his mother, he didn't like seeing his father cry either. When they arrived at the Burrow, Arthur broke the news to Molly as gently as he could. "My son is dead?" Molly gasped. "Murdered?" The two of them just hugged and cried their eyes out while Percy hung his head as he stood out in the living room. Finally after the longest time, the tears began to subside and that's when he stepped into the kitchen so his mother could see him.

"Percy!" Molly cried out as a smile came over her tear-stricken face. She ran over to him and threw her arms around Percy's neck, hugging him so tight he was afraid she might actually break a rib. Molly then kissed Percy's cheek. "I always knew you'd come back."

"I'm here Mum," Percy smiled.

Arthur couldn't help but smile too at the scene. Percy closed his eyes. It was just the three of them there, this was how it should be.

"Listen, Percy" Arthur sniffed. "Could you stay here with your mother? I need to go bring your sister and brothers here."

Percy let out a low, audible growl at the mention of the words 'sister' and 'brothers'. That instantly ruined the moment

"Of course." Percy watched his father leave before he gently took the arm of his mother and led her to the couch. They sat next to each other and Percy began talking to Molly, trying to comfort her the best he could with the good memories he had of Charlie.