Phew, this is longer than I expected, so it is not an extension of chapter 16. Sorry. I've made it a whole new chapter of the touching story of Percy and Penny. Also a few new characters…Enjoy!

Chapter 17: Rainfall in 'Europe'

Penny was crying her eyes out. She couldn't stand the fact that she had yelled at Percy, but she knew she was right. She did not feel like catching up with the adults, even though she could see that they were only 100 yards away. Hermione had almost caught up with her, but Penny ran faster, hoping that they would not see her tears. Penelope didn't stop until she found herself in the France pavilion. She sat on a bench and dug through her purse for a handkerchief. She found a white handkerchief with pink embroidered flowers. She started to cry more than ever, for she remembered that Percy had given it to her. Oliver had caught up with her.

"Penny, you all right?" Oliver asked serenely as he sat down next to Penelope. Penny dried her eyes again.

"I'm f-f-fine," Penny stuttered as her eyes began to water again. Her tears were like the soft pitter-patter of a summer rain shower.

"If this is about Percy," Oliver started, "then you shouldn't be so upset. He was wrong to say all those things, and you were entirely right. He can't help being a male; it's in our nature. We're sorry…" Penny giggled softly. "You wanna go for a walk?" Penny nodded and the two friends began to stroll through France.

"I know he was wrong and that he deserved what he got," Penny said as she continued to mop her face. "It's just that…we've had arguments before, but we've never ended up so angry with each other. We always made up in the end." She started crying again.

"It's all right," Oliver said. "You have every right to be mad! Percy doesn't know what he's saying." They continued to walk down the very convincing French street. They stopped to look at a very fine statue of a Frenchmen in long white robes. Originally standing straight and tall, the statue suddenly bent down and gracefully waved out his hand from his robes as if he was greeting them. Oliver jumped back and nearly crashed into an artist, painting the always-changing statue. Penny giggled.

"That's great," Oliver said, looking again at the statue. "Y'know, they really make it seem like you're in a whole New World." Oliver was right. Aside from the fact that Mickey Mouse was the beret-wearing artist, it seemed like the best portions of the city of Paris had been cut away and placed in EPCOT. Oliver and Penny continued walking down the street. Love was in the air as the soft romantic Bohemian music played through the pavilion. Strangely enough, all the guests there seemed to be walking in couples, and when Penny saw this, she began to weep again.

"Oh, Oliver! I can't stand it! I'm going back to him!"

"No, don't! You should wait for him to come to you! He put this on himself; it's his duty to get out of it."

"What if he doesn't? What if he continues being stubborn?"

"He won't…not if I know Percy. After living with someone for 7 years, you tend to understand their habits."

"He probably thinks I hate him forever! How am I supposed to live with that! He'll never love again!"

"Think about what you said, Penny. You said 'probably.' For all you know, he could be looking for you right now."

"But what if-"

"He's Percy. He won't leave a problem until it's fixed. You even said it! You always make up in the end."

"He is coming for me right now At least he better be!. What's wrong with me? Of course he's coming," Penny said.

"Believe me, Penny. I know him better than anyone," Oliver said. "He loves you and he won't let that love die away."

"You're right, Oliver. Silly me, believing the worst," Penny said, wiping her eyes dry. "Thank you, Oliver. You really are a great friend!" Oliver opened his arms for a friendly hug and Penny felt much better. She had not seen Percy coming from the United Kingdom Pavilion. He stopped when he saw her. To Penny's disadvantage, she was still hugging Oliver.

About five to ten minutes ago…

"Hey, where are you going?" Ron called out as the line moved ever so slowly. They were almost inside the building, only 7 people away from the door. They saw Percy running away and taking out his wand.

"Orchideous!" Percy said, and a lovely bouquet of flowers popped out of the end of his wand.

"Where's he going?" Ron asked. (Gee, I wonder…)

"Probably to make up with Penelope," Neville said. "Should we follow him?"

"No, we're so close! Come on, we'll do this first. Honestly, how long will this take?" Ron said. The line moved again and they entered the tremendously large circular Test Track building, only to find that the line continued inside the building, winding all around in every little space. There was an open space, but it seemed like a closed off line that was probably opened when the number of guests increased.

"It's too late to leave now," Harry said. "Maybe they'll open that closed off line that's probably opened when the number of guests increases…Which is now!"

"Hey look at those people!" Ron said, pointing to a group of people. Among the group were two large-brawny brown haired boys and a shorter blonde boy. "It's Crabbe and Goyle and Malfoy!" They were in some sort of separate line, which had practically no one in it. They ran through the winding line, sneering and laughing at the other guests who had to wait in line. "Hey! That's not fair! They're cutting the line!"

"Ha-ha-ha-ha!" Malfoy said. "Look! It's stupid Potter, Weasley, and Longbottom!" He stopped to gloat at them.

"That's not fair Draco!" Neville said, suddenly. "Everyone else has to wait in line and so should you!"

"Cutting the line, oh please! I would never do that!" Draco said sarcastically.

Yeah right! Harry, Ron, and Neville thought at the same time.

"Maybe if you'd use your heads, you'd know to get a Fastpass," Draco said.

"A what?" Harry asked.

"Really Potter, don't you notice anything?" Draco said. "Outside?"

"What's outside?"

"Those machines for Fast- oh never mind," Draco said. He was enjoying knowing something they didn't. "You all are so stupid, don't know anything!" He, Crabbe, and Goyle laughed maniacally and left to ride Test Track.

"What the heck is a Fastpass?" Ron asked. Harry took out his guidebook furiously, to see what the heck a Fastpass is.

"…Fantasyland…fast food and snack spots…Fastpass. See Disney's Fastpass…" Harry muttered, paging through the index. "Disney's Animal Kingdom…Disney's Animal Kingdom Lodge…Disney's Fastpass, page nineteen…" Harry turned to page 19 and read the fine text in the large yellow box. "We use our park tickets and put them in some sort of machine. When it comes back out, a card with a time slot is shown…that means we come back here at a later time and get on with no wait!"

"Of all the d*mn- Harry we are so stupid!" Ron said angrily. "We could get a million of 'em for our favorite rides!"

"Nope," Neville said, who continued reading the passage. "You're only allowed one at a time and can only get another 2 hours after you got the first one or after you used the first one…"

"What?" Ron said. Neville explained again.

"Fastpass…grrrr…Malfoy…" Ron grumbled as they moved forward in line. The line wasn't too bad because they're were many Muggle automobile equipments set throughout the line as a sort of exhibit.

"Dad'll love all this!" Ron said, reading about exhaust pipes and car engines. "These crazy contraptions actually make the cars go?" Finally Harry, Ron, and Neville, reached the pre-show area, where a movie played about automobiles presented by GM (General Motors). They learned that they'll be testing cars for turns, road conditions, weather conditions, and speed.

"Speed? As in going fast?" Neville asked nervously.

"Yep!" a peppy cast member said as he helped load the guests into the totally cool computer controlled vehicles. "You'll be soarin' at 65 mph's."

"Meter's per hour?" Neville asked hopefully.

"Miles, laddie, You're in America now," the cast member said in a fake british accent. "Cheerio and off you go!"

"OH MY GOSH! WE"RE RIDING WITH HAIRY POTTER!" a boy said next to Harry, Ron, and Neville. His friends were in the 4 seats in the back row. "Hi Hairy! I'm-I'm-I'm a- I'm a-"

"Nice to meet you Ima," Harry said.

"No, I mean…I mean…I'm a big fan! I've learned all about you and my name is-"

"Hiya Hairy!' Mary Sue Greenberg said, waving from the back. "We saw you this morning, we did! Well, Abigail wasn't there, but she's here now! And this is Billy Shu and this is Wendy 'Whispering Sky' Nahuatl and that's-" The car whizzed out of the station and into all the tests where the car twisted and turned and dipped and dropped and whirled into oblivian! The ride through Test Track was too exciting to speak anymore.

"GRAAAMMMMMYYYYYYY!" Neville cried as the car sped around the curve outside of the building. The car soared into the building and a flash blinded the group. The ride had ended and the group had great fun. They exited full of laughter and joy, also fast enough to shake off Harry's fan club.

"We ought to get a Fastpass!" Ron said, looking for the machines, but like most Disney rides, you exit in a 'Hah we took your picture at the scary part, so here's what you looked like' area. The threee friends howled with laughter when they saw their picture. Abigail looked unmoved and unaffected, though she had a small grin. Ron saw the flash coming so he quickly grinned in time, but his eyes were shut. Harry's head looked as if a magnet was attracting all of his spoofy jet black hairs. Neville's eyes were shut and his mouth formed a very large 'O.' Mary Sue, Billy, Wendy, and the other kid all looked like Neville. He bought a copy to show his grandmother. The cast member took one look at the photo once it printed and laughed with them.

"That's a good one!" she said, tearing off Neville's receipt. She then looked at the picture again.

"Hairy Potter?" she said. "Oh my goodness, it's an honor!"

"Er…" Harry said. He was sick of being noticed by the American wizards and witches, for they acted as if he were some movie star.

"I would love it if you'd sign my autograph book!" she said, pulling out a parchment paper autograph book and a pen. She also pulled out her wand and tapped Neville's photo. "…So it will look more normal."

They looked at the photo again and saw that the car had zoomed out of the picture and then came back, with all it's riders moving.

Harry, feeling the heat of Ron's jealousy, signed her book. She then turned to Ron and Neville. "I would love for Hairy Potter's friends to sign too!" Neville and Ron looked at each other. "Oh please, please, please, please!!" They smiled and wrote in the book.

"Wow!" Ron said, looking at the other signatures. "How'd you get Merton Graves and Herman Wintringham? And Myron Wagtail?!?"

"Who?" Harry asked, greatly confused.

"You don't know the Weird Sisters?!" the cast member said, completely surprised. "Where have you been?"

"…Er…"

"Spent much of his life in the Muggle world," Ron explained, as he continued flipping through the book. "I can't believe it! You even got Roderick Plumpton and Joscelind Wadcock! They're famous Quidditch players, Harry…Bertie Bott, Gwenog Jones, Celestina Warbeck, Devlin Whitehorn, Newt Scamander…"

"They were on vacation too!" she said in her southern accent. "I was so happy to see them here! And I also got Carlotta Pinkstone, because she tried to convince me that wizards exist, not knowing I was one. Anyway, you see so many famous witches and wizards on vacation here. I also got Glenda Chittock from Witching Hour."

"This is quite a collection," Ron said.

"Thank you," she said. "I've been collecting since I was little."

"That's great, but we've got to go," Harry said. "See you later…er…?"

"Oh, sorry," the cast member said. "I'm Carrie Jane Greenberg…do ya know my sister, Mary Sue? She says she met you."

"Yeah, we know her," Ron said. "Well, it was great meeting you. We've got to go though."

"See you later!"

"Wow," Ron said. "Even when you get away from one, another pops up…"

"Who were all those wizards and witches you were saying?" Harry asked as they walked in some sort of exhibit and store. GM, displaying some of their best automobiles, presented the exhibit.

"Well Roderick Plumpton was the fastest Seeker from England's Quidditch team…Devlin Whitehorn makes Nimbus brooms…Celestina Warbeck is a famous singer; Ginny fancies her music…" Finally, they exited the shop, though tempted to buy something.

A/N: Names courtesy of Disney Adventures Magazine March 2003. There was a whole section on famous witches and wizards from the Harry Potter books and video games!

"We gotta get a Fastpass!" Ron said. "Look! There are the machines!"

"So how does this work?" Neville asked. Ron cleared his throat.

"Ahem, we would like three Fastpasses please," Ron said in a clear voice.

"Ron, it's not that easy…" Harry said. "You need to put your ticket in the slot."

"Our park ticket? But Percy's got them all!"

"Great…" Neville said. "We ought to catch up with them." They ran towards the World Showcase, at the entrance starting with Canada, next to "Imagination!".

"They could be so far by now!" Harry panted, as they slowed down in front of the Canada pavilion. "How are we ever to find Percy?!"

"Well, we better get started," Ron said. "They probably are done here. What's the next country?"

"United Kingdom," Neville said, looking at the map. They started running again and found themselves on a quiet English Street. There was a multiple amount of English architectural design including the English Tudor and Victorian buildings.

"Reminds me of home," Neville sighed, looking up at one of the buildings.

"Do you see them?" Harry asked, looking around.

"No," Ron said. "We better keep moving."

"Can't we stay for a while-" Neville said, but was suddenly pulled away by Harry. They marched over the bridge which was arched over the canal that transports guests via Friendship boats from the Yacht and Beach Club Resort Hotel, the Swan and Dolphin, and the Boardwalk Inn & Villas.

"Enjoy your day at EPCOT!" the boat navigator said to the arriving guests. He then saw Harry, Ron and Neville and jumped off the boat.

"Harry!" the navigator said from the dock.

"Oh, hello Tomás," Harry said. Harry, Ron, and Neville turned around from the bridge and turned into the dock.

"What's this place?" Ron asked.

"The International Gateway," Tomás explained. "It transports guests to and from EPCOT and to and from their hotel. It's so good to see you all again," Tomás said. "How'd you like the convention? Are you going to the one here? I hear that there's going to be a big Quidditch Exhibit."

"Really?!?" Ron and Harry said in excitement. Tomás nodded and smiled.

"Well, actually we're looking for someone," Neville said.

"Yeah, my brother," Ron said. "His name is Percy and he has red hair, glasses and looks related to me."

"Yeah, and he looks like he's thinking too hard," Neville added.

"Was he that guy from the ministry?" Tomás asked.

"Yeah," the three boys said.

"The one who never shuts up?"

"Yeah!"

"Haven't seen him…"

"Oh…"

"But, I've seen a similar person who was very quiet and seemed hurt in some way. Tall, red hair, glasses…right over there," Tomás said, pointing to Percy, who was sitting on a bench only about 100 feet away, by the EPCOT ticket center. He was so hidden from view that they only noticed him once pointed out.

"Thanks!" Harry called to Tomás as they ran to Percy. Tomás was right. Something was greatly troubling Percy and he seemed very sad, as if he had lost his job at the Ministry or lost his Head Boy privileges.

"Percy? You all right?" Ron asked curiously. He sat down next to his brother. Percy did nothing. He continued to sit motionless as if he had always been alone on that bench. The bouquet of flowers lay by his side, ignored and unwanted. He was watching the ducks in the World Showcase Lagoon.

"Percy? Hello?" Ron said, waving his hand in front of Percy's face.

"Hmm…what?" Percy said, as he snapped to attention. "Oh Ron, hello. Did you have fun on that car ride?"

"Yeah! It was great! I can't believe you missed it!" Ron said. "We need our tickets so we can go on it again with no wait!"

"Oh, of course. Getting a Fastpass?" Percy said as he took the tickets out of an envelope in his pocket.

"You knew about them?" Ron asked. "Why didn't you tell us before?"

"Oh, it didn't occur to me that you didn't know," Percy said quietly. "I guess my mind was elsewhere…"

"Percy, what's wrong?" Harry finally asked. Percy began to compute this question in his head. The question went into his ear canal and reached his brain where his mind interpreted the question for him.

What's wrong with me? Percy thought. A dozen things…I've been missing a lot of work days for this trip…though that's not important…My best friend probably hates me…my girlfriend probably hates me…I found them in each others arms…my life has taken a horrible turn…what am I to do? Percy's eyes began to water slightly.

"Nothing," Percy lied. "I'm fine."

"How long have you been sitting here?" Neville asked.

"About an hour or so…"

"Percy, we thought you were going to make up with Penelope," Ron said. "Isn't that why you got the flowers?"

"Oh," Percy said. "You have them…give them to Hermione."

"No," Ron said, pushing them away. "They're Penelope's."

"No," Percy said, pushing them back. "They're Hermione's now."

"Percy, what's really wrong?" Harry interrupted.

"It's just that," Percy began. "Oh, you're too young to understand…" He got up and walked away. He turned left towards the entrance of EPCOT. Harry could hear him quietly sobbing.

"Too young to understand?" Ron said. "What can we not understand at this age?"

"We should go after him and straighten things out," Neville said. Harry began to nod in agreement.

"But if he feels we're too young to understand, we'll get nothing out of him. Just let him be," Ron said. "Let's find the convention. Remember you guys…the Quidditch Exhibit!"

"Oh yeah! Let's go with Tomás," Harry said. "Oh wait…Percy left his instant camera. Shall we give it back to him?"

"He's not going to use it," Ron said. "Here…Lemme see how this works…Neville, stand there with Harry in front of the Canal." The picture came out, showing Harry and Neville grinning while a Friendship boat floated back and forth behind them. "Here, in front of the trees." Harry took the picture this time, of Ron and Neville in front of a small wooded area. Though the trees, you could dimly see some of the United Kingdom town square. After the photo developed, they saw a grinning Ron and Neville in front of the trees in soft summer sunlight.

Potter and friends here! Where are my Death Eaters?! A voice cried in Harry, Neville, and Ron's heads.

"What was that?" Neville asked, frightened.

"You heard it too?" Ron asked, also frightened. "Harry, it's like before! Last night in the hotel! Harry!" Harry was speaking. He listened hard for the voice again.

Potter and Weasley and Longbottom! Come - the voice was suddenly cut off. The three boys turned towards the trees and saw that the leaves and bushes had been disturbed. Whatever it was, was gone.

"Hey guys!" Tomás called out. "What are you doing all the way over here?"

"Taking pictures…" Harry said. "Say, can you take us to the convention now?"

"It will be my pleasure," Tomás said. "Follow me boys!"

Who is this mysterious voice? What will become of Percy's life? Find out next time on Harry Goes to WDW.

As always, thank you all very much for your comments and support! ºoº I've been having trouble logging on to FanFiction lately, so I'm truly sorry for this late update.

THANX AGAIN! HAVE A NICE PREZ WEEKEND! SNOW HERE YAY!