Title: An Angel's Guidance
Author: " Kitten" Sheerin
Pairing: Oliver/Percy
Disclaimer: HP characters are not mine. The song Big Spender is not mine. The plot however is…and so is the club
Warning: SLASH! DRAG!! IF THESE TWO THINGS BOTHER YOU PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS. THE SLASH IS MALE ON MALE SEXUAL SITUATIONS. PERCY IS IN DRAG…A LOT! THIS WARNING IS HERE FOR A REASON. IF YOU IGNORE THIS WARNING, READ ON AND DO NOT AGREE WITH THE TWO THINGS MENTIONED…I DON'T CARE!!!!! I WARNED YOU SO DON'T GIVE ME HELL BECAUSE YOU CAN'T READ A WARNING! IF YOU ARE EXTREMELY UPSET ABOUT IT, E-MAIL ME PRIVATELY AND I WILL GIVE YOU MY REASONING BEHIND ANYTHING THAT YOU ARE CONFUSED ABOUT. THANK YOU!
Dedication: To Princess, my fiancée, yes, Angel is Guy.
Percy entered the dressing room. He felt bad for running out on Oliver the previous evening but he couldn't sit there and discuss what he couldn't even put into words in his own head. Thankfully Oliver hadn't told anyone about Percy's evening escapades. Percy had no idea what he would do if his family found out.
" Priscilla, you've got one hour, love!" Shouted the usual high- pitched voice from behind the door. Percy sighed, sinking into the chair in front of the mirror. He studied his reflection. //Percy isn't desirable. Not at all.// He thought as he raked a hand through his wild cinnamon-colored hair. //Priscilla is. Oliver's lost his mind. Either that or it's some sick joke.// Percy assumed that the only way Oliver could want him was as some trick that would backfire if Percy let the other boy know how he felt.
Percy stood slowly and pulled off his heavy blue sweater. He touched the cold glass, wishing the reflection wasn't his. He was the only one who didn't have someone else in his family. //Bill has Charlie. Fred has George. Ron and Ginny have their friends, they don't need the family. I…I have…Priscilla. That's how it has been since graduation. Ever since Fred and George tricked me into going in that drag club. That's where I met Angel Leroux.//
* * *
I walk into the club and look around for my two obnoxious brothers. I hope they haven't gotten into too much trouble already. These women look quite a bit…odd. Where on earth are Fred and George? I push through the crowd, mumbling apologies.
" Hey there, hot stuff." A tall woman with sandy-blond hair steps in my path. Her voice is a little deeper than I would have expected but that seems common in this place. " Where are you going?" She questions.
" I'm sorry, ma'am. I'm looking for my brothers. They came in here a few moments ago." I force a smile of confidence but she sees right through it. She shakes her head and motions for me to follow her. Perhaps she knows where they've gotten off to then.
The woman has led me to a dressing room in the back of the club. It's a small room with a vanity table, clothes rack, cot and chair. " Come on in, kid." She guides me to a chair before going back to close the door, shutting the loud and confusing music out.
" My name's Angel Leroux, what's yours kid?" The woman sits down and lights a cigarette, offering me one. I refuse it, not being a smoker.
" Percy. Percy Weasley." I glance around again, wondering if Fred and George are nearby. " I'm sorry, do you know were my brothers are."
" Yes. They told me you would be looking for them. But they didn't tell me that you would need help." Angel laughed softly.
" Help? With what?" What could this woman help me with? Was there some ridiculous task I had to accomplish before finding my siblings? Knowing Fred and George there was.
" It's gonna take a lot to make you a Queen hun."
* * *
Percy wiped away a tear. It still hurt to think about Angel. Angel was a drag queen. He had been for years. He died only a month ago. Percy had looked up to him. It was Angel, after all...that helped create Priscilla. Angel had given Percy the strength to let Priscilla be known. Not to keep the alternate personality all bottled up inside. Something Percy had done for years.
Percy sighed in exhaustion. He knew he would not be able to go on. He was too tired, too worn out and too upset to do anything but go home and attempt to write a letter of apology to Oliver. //Maybe Oliver's right. Maybe I don't have to hide behind Priscilla. But how do I stop?//
END PART THREE
Author: " Kitten" Sheerin
Pairing: Oliver/Percy
Disclaimer: HP characters are not mine. The song Big Spender is not mine. The plot however is…and so is the club
Warning: SLASH! DRAG!! IF THESE TWO THINGS BOTHER YOU PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS. THE SLASH IS MALE ON MALE SEXUAL SITUATIONS. PERCY IS IN DRAG…A LOT! THIS WARNING IS HERE FOR A REASON. IF YOU IGNORE THIS WARNING, READ ON AND DO NOT AGREE WITH THE TWO THINGS MENTIONED…I DON'T CARE!!!!! I WARNED YOU SO DON'T GIVE ME HELL BECAUSE YOU CAN'T READ A WARNING! IF YOU ARE EXTREMELY UPSET ABOUT IT, E-MAIL ME PRIVATELY AND I WILL GIVE YOU MY REASONING BEHIND ANYTHING THAT YOU ARE CONFUSED ABOUT. THANK YOU!
Dedication: To Princess, my fiancée, yes, Angel is Guy.
Percy entered the dressing room. He felt bad for running out on Oliver the previous evening but he couldn't sit there and discuss what he couldn't even put into words in his own head. Thankfully Oliver hadn't told anyone about Percy's evening escapades. Percy had no idea what he would do if his family found out.
" Priscilla, you've got one hour, love!" Shouted the usual high- pitched voice from behind the door. Percy sighed, sinking into the chair in front of the mirror. He studied his reflection. //Percy isn't desirable. Not at all.// He thought as he raked a hand through his wild cinnamon-colored hair. //Priscilla is. Oliver's lost his mind. Either that or it's some sick joke.// Percy assumed that the only way Oliver could want him was as some trick that would backfire if Percy let the other boy know how he felt.
Percy stood slowly and pulled off his heavy blue sweater. He touched the cold glass, wishing the reflection wasn't his. He was the only one who didn't have someone else in his family. //Bill has Charlie. Fred has George. Ron and Ginny have their friends, they don't need the family. I…I have…Priscilla. That's how it has been since graduation. Ever since Fred and George tricked me into going in that drag club. That's where I met Angel Leroux.//
* * *
I walk into the club and look around for my two obnoxious brothers. I hope they haven't gotten into too much trouble already. These women look quite a bit…odd. Where on earth are Fred and George? I push through the crowd, mumbling apologies.
" Hey there, hot stuff." A tall woman with sandy-blond hair steps in my path. Her voice is a little deeper than I would have expected but that seems common in this place. " Where are you going?" She questions.
" I'm sorry, ma'am. I'm looking for my brothers. They came in here a few moments ago." I force a smile of confidence but she sees right through it. She shakes her head and motions for me to follow her. Perhaps she knows where they've gotten off to then.
The woman has led me to a dressing room in the back of the club. It's a small room with a vanity table, clothes rack, cot and chair. " Come on in, kid." She guides me to a chair before going back to close the door, shutting the loud and confusing music out.
" My name's Angel Leroux, what's yours kid?" The woman sits down and lights a cigarette, offering me one. I refuse it, not being a smoker.
" Percy. Percy Weasley." I glance around again, wondering if Fred and George are nearby. " I'm sorry, do you know were my brothers are."
" Yes. They told me you would be looking for them. But they didn't tell me that you would need help." Angel laughed softly.
" Help? With what?" What could this woman help me with? Was there some ridiculous task I had to accomplish before finding my siblings? Knowing Fred and George there was.
" It's gonna take a lot to make you a Queen hun."
* * *
Percy wiped away a tear. It still hurt to think about Angel. Angel was a drag queen. He had been for years. He died only a month ago. Percy had looked up to him. It was Angel, after all...that helped create Priscilla. Angel had given Percy the strength to let Priscilla be known. Not to keep the alternate personality all bottled up inside. Something Percy had done for years.
Percy sighed in exhaustion. He knew he would not be able to go on. He was too tired, too worn out and too upset to do anything but go home and attempt to write a letter of apology to Oliver. //Maybe Oliver's right. Maybe I don't have to hide behind Priscilla. But how do I stop?//
END PART THREE