A/N:  Thank you to all my reviewers!  I, being an indecisive person, changed my mind again!  I decided to change my ficlet in to a fic!  LOL, they grow up so fast… enjoy!

Disclaimer:  Not my characters, I'm just borrowing them.  I promise to return them as I found them… oops… never mind, too late for that…

Chapter 2- My Life As I Knew It


I could tell how everyone was looking at me. They'd look away when I looked in their direction, but I could tell they were watching. Probably just waiting for me to break down and bawl. They can keep waiting forever, but in actuality, I hadn't cried at all. Shock overtook me at first, replaced itself with denial, and now depression, but never sadness to that level. I've never completely broken down and cried, screaming "why me?". I wished they would all stop staring at me.

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I don't know how I made it through transfiguration class. Harry hardly even tired to turn his mushroom into a stool, and even Hermione couldn't accomplish the transfiguration! Each and every time I would glance towards Neville, he'd either shake with such turbulence that he appears to be convulsing, or he would shriek and turn his mushrooms into living umbrellas or something of the sort.
Maybe it was just me, but I thought the transfiguration was easy. Not important at all, seeing as how it was something we would never need to use, but it was easy none the less. ::i'm not freaking out, why are you?::
After class was finally over, I snuck upstairs to my dorm room. It was kind of sad, I would always walk with Harry and Hermione before, but now I just can't. It's bad enough that we can't have a normal conversation anymore, but I saw them cuddling up in dormatory, I knew that they were together, I didn't understand why they wouldn't tell me. ::lying to me is not going to make me feel better!::
Sprawled out on my bed, I simply stared up at the ceiling. Thinking, or really, trying not to think, about my life. Somehow, my eyes fluttered closed and i drifted off into an uneasy nightmare.

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I woke up late that morning, it was nearly 11:30 in the morning. Clothes were hap-hazardly tossed onto the floor of my room, so I picked some up and tossed them on.
As I went downstairs, I looked up at the clock to see where everyone was. It read:

DAD- WORK
MOM-HOME
BILL- TRAVELING
CHARLIE- LOST (at which I snickered)

When I reached the spot where Percy's name should have been, it wasn't there. It wasn't simply not pointing at anything, it had just vanished. i figured I'd tell dad the clock was broken when he got home and he'd fix it. Anyway, I decided Percy was probably at work. ::I don't see why he doens't just live at his office.:: I thought, rolling my eyes. I wondered if the others were home, but the hands read:

FRED: FRIEND'S HOUSE
GEORGE: FRIEND'S HOUSE
RON: HOME (well, of course!)
GINNY: HOME

::Ok, so that rules out playing quidditch today:: I thought, and I began to wish i could ride my broomstick, but of course, that was out of the question, considering that there were muggles around. Yawning, I decided to have some breakfast before planning my day.

"Hi mum," I said lazily as I stepped into the kitchen. "What's for breakfast?"

She clucked her tongue at me, "Ronald Weasley, it's almost noon; you missed breakfast! We'll have lunch in a little while, or you could just fix yourself something."

Just then, Ginny came into the kitchen, still in her pajamas, rubbing her puffy eyes and yawning. "G' morning." She muttered.

"Mornin' Gin... you missed breakfast." i informed her.

"Hello, honey. Ron missed breakfast too... i'll make lunch in a little while. I'm still doing the dishes!" Mum exclaimed, then she flicked her wand at the dishes, and they started wash themselves. "Have either of you seen Percy this morning? I think he's still in bed."

It was very uncharacteristic of Percy to sleep in so late, and I didn't think he really did, "mum, are you sure he's not at work?" I pointed up at the clock, "his hand fell of the clock."

"I didn't hear him leave... Would you mind checking for me, dear?"

So I headed up the stairs towards his room, not really expecting him to be there. As I neared his door, I could hear his owl, Hermes, screeching and screaming, and then I was sure Percy was out, or Hermes would wake him up, but I decided to make sure. I figured he might be changing his clothes or whatever.
When I reached his closed door, I knocked three times, and waited. No reply came, and the door didn't open, so I reached for the handle and pushed the door open. Except something was blocking the door, and I couldn't open it. I pushed it and the object moved back far enough for me to get into the room.
Suddenly, an unfamiliar stench hit my nose, and I stepped back in surprise and discust. My eyes were still closed, waiting to adjust to the light that poured in through Percy's window. Then after a minute, I opened them up and stepped back into the room.
Percy's body lay at my feet. I thought for the briefest of seconds that he was asleep, but as I looked down, I could see his mutilated wrists, not only slashed, but chopped at. His legs were sprawled out in a pool of his own blood, and his face was smothered into the floor, smashed in as if he had fallen onto it. His eyes were still open, unfocused, and his face was smeared with the crimson makeup of death.
I gazed into his unresponsive eyes with a stab of pain so sharp that it will never leave me. After what seemed like hours, the initial shock subsided, and I began to scream almost unconciously.
"PERCYYY!!!!"

My eyes flew open and I bolted up on my bed, and my quick, shallow breaths slowed back to normal. As my eyes came back into focus, I saw shock as well as fear in the watering emerald eyes of Harry Potter.