A Loss so Early in Life
A/N Sorry about the delay, my computer keeps going down! Up, down, up, down, up down! Ok now I dizzy! Ooooohhhhhhh...
Disclaimer: JK Rowling is the genius that created most of these characters. I'm just playing with them. Don't sue me...you wouldn't get much.
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It was Percy and Penelope. Ron couldn't breathe. He was going to faint. But then Percy looked up at him and the two, erm, brothers' (if you can call them that) eyes met.
"Hello Ron," Percy said as if nothing had happened and Ron was just coming down to breakfast.
"How can you even look at me?" Ron asked disgusted.
"Well it's quite easy actually," Percy replied. "I just focus my eyes on you, then the light reflected off of you hits my eye and refracts. It then produces a picture on the back of my eye, which is carried to brain by the optic nerve to be..."
"You know what I mean, smart ass!"
"Language!" Ron spit at Percy's feet.
"Is that better for you?"
Percy looked down at his feet disgustedly, but he seemed to try and over-look it.
"There's only one thing that keeps me from walking away right now and leaving you to the dementers," Ron said.
"Oh, and what would that be?" Percy asked, slightly amused.
"Why?"
"Why. Now there's a question," Percy said. "Well, I suppose it all started when Mr. Crouch died. I thought that I would have been overcome with grief, he was my idle after all. But I wasn't. In fact, I was happy. When he died, I got promoted to Head of Magical Cooperation. And on top of that, everyone gave me attention. You didn't think I didn't hate being compared to Bill and Charlie, did you? It was wonderful. They were all, 'Oh Percy! You must be devestated! Can I get you anything? Anything at all?' That's when I met him. Or rather, his servant, by the name of Pettigrew. I believe you know him. Of course, he knew all about me, my wit, my ambition, being my old pet. I was just the person he was looking for. He introduced him to my soon to be master, who explained the situation to me. Barty Crouch Jr., I came to know, was actually alive, and posing as an overworked Auror now taking up the postition of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts. He needed to work a few 'bugs' out of his master plan to finally cpture and transport Harry Potter to Voldemort. I was to help him. And I did. After that, my master regained his power, but unfortunatly Potter got away. But now my master was strong again! After that, we did little, as it was his plan to lie low for a while and then attack when he had his full army. I tortured some, killed a few. But I wasn't concidered a true Death Eater until recently. You see, you had to go through a, what's the word, an initiation. One had to kill some one dear to them to be accepted. So that's what I did. Of course I asked dear Penelope here to help me, and she accepted." He guestered at the woman next to him, who was snoozing at the moment.
"And the file on the Snyders?" Ron asked.
"A 'red herring' to fool you."
Ron felt like there was nothing else to say. He left the room, not looking back, but feeling Percy's eyes follow him all the way out.
A/N What did you think? The next chapter will be the last! Please r/r!
A/N Sorry about the delay, my computer keeps going down! Up, down, up, down, up down! Ok now I dizzy! Ooooohhhhhhh...
Disclaimer: JK Rowling is the genius that created most of these characters. I'm just playing with them. Don't sue me...you wouldn't get much.
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It was Percy and Penelope. Ron couldn't breathe. He was going to faint. But then Percy looked up at him and the two, erm, brothers' (if you can call them that) eyes met.
"Hello Ron," Percy said as if nothing had happened and Ron was just coming down to breakfast.
"How can you even look at me?" Ron asked disgusted.
"Well it's quite easy actually," Percy replied. "I just focus my eyes on you, then the light reflected off of you hits my eye and refracts. It then produces a picture on the back of my eye, which is carried to brain by the optic nerve to be..."
"You know what I mean, smart ass!"
"Language!" Ron spit at Percy's feet.
"Is that better for you?"
Percy looked down at his feet disgustedly, but he seemed to try and over-look it.
"There's only one thing that keeps me from walking away right now and leaving you to the dementers," Ron said.
"Oh, and what would that be?" Percy asked, slightly amused.
"Why?"
"Why. Now there's a question," Percy said. "Well, I suppose it all started when Mr. Crouch died. I thought that I would have been overcome with grief, he was my idle after all. But I wasn't. In fact, I was happy. When he died, I got promoted to Head of Magical Cooperation. And on top of that, everyone gave me attention. You didn't think I didn't hate being compared to Bill and Charlie, did you? It was wonderful. They were all, 'Oh Percy! You must be devestated! Can I get you anything? Anything at all?' That's when I met him. Or rather, his servant, by the name of Pettigrew. I believe you know him. Of course, he knew all about me, my wit, my ambition, being my old pet. I was just the person he was looking for. He introduced him to my soon to be master, who explained the situation to me. Barty Crouch Jr., I came to know, was actually alive, and posing as an overworked Auror now taking up the postition of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts. He needed to work a few 'bugs' out of his master plan to finally cpture and transport Harry Potter to Voldemort. I was to help him. And I did. After that, my master regained his power, but unfortunatly Potter got away. But now my master was strong again! After that, we did little, as it was his plan to lie low for a while and then attack when he had his full army. I tortured some, killed a few. But I wasn't concidered a true Death Eater until recently. You see, you had to go through a, what's the word, an initiation. One had to kill some one dear to them to be accepted. So that's what I did. Of course I asked dear Penelope here to help me, and she accepted." He guestered at the woman next to him, who was snoozing at the moment.
"And the file on the Snyders?" Ron asked.
"A 'red herring' to fool you."
Ron felt like there was nothing else to say. He left the room, not looking back, but feeling Percy's eyes follow him all the way out.
A/N What did you think? The next chapter will be the last! Please r/r!