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Radcliffe. Ok, yeah. Sorry. That was my dream last night. Never mind.
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Percy stepped into the room without a word. Ginny let out a shuddering gasp, and fainted. Right when they needed her. Hermione didn't say a word, but instead she stood up and strode to Harry's side. Ron growled. Oliver stepped forward, blocking them all from view.
"Percy. We don't want trouble." he said in a low whisper.
"I don't want trouble, either. Just step aside and let me do my business," he said calmly. There was a blank look on his face. None of them could contemplate what he was thinking.
"No. I can't do that," Oliver said. He stepped forward, grabbing for his wand. But Percy was quicker than that.
"EXPELLIARMUS!" he bellowed, grabbing for the wand that ricochet in the air. Placing it in his front pocket, he turned back to a now disarmed Oliver. "Now, if you would be so kind as to keep your NOSE out of my business!!"
"I can't do that either. Leave, Percy, and there will be no trouble," his voice was steadily growing murderous.
"Percy. How could you? How could you do this to us.? When we needed you the most?" Ginny asked from the floor, silent tears streaming down from her face. Her arms were in front of her, attempting to support her.
"The Dark Lord needed me more..." said Percy.
"I thought family would mean more to you," Ron snarled.
"Ron, not now. It won't help the situation any," Harry whispered, clutching the back of Ron's shirt to restrain him.
"It does mean something to me. But the Dark Lord said that will go away with time. You think it is easy for me, thinking about your welfare every day when I am to be helping my Master?? It's not easy for me!! Turning to the Dark Lord was the hardest thing I have ever done in my entire life. I love you all so much, but this is the life I live now," he looked at his brother and sister desperately, searching for an answer of some sort.
"You. still love us?" Ginny asked quietly.
"Of course, but it's just a matter of time."
"NO! Percy, I won't let you do this! Think of your family! Don't throw away your life just for power. I always knew you were a bit thick, but never this much," Oliver said angrily. "Shut up, Oliver," Percy growled.
"Mum is sick. You know that. She could die any day now, and you don't seem to care. What if she died tomorrow? You would have to live with the thought of that forever. Percy, do this for Mum. Stop, and come back to our side!" Ron said urgently.
Percy looked from Ginny, to Ron, to Harry, to Hermione, and to Oliver. Then he fled.
Every one of them breathed a sigh of relief.
All was quiet, and then Ron laughed. Everyone stared in disbelief.
"Sorry- I just thought- Percy never was a good- runner," he laughed. He looked at their faces and stop, and then coughed. "Sorry, highly inappropriate."
"Harry, I there is something I need to do. I'm going to have to leave for a while, but I'll be back. Take care of yourself," Oliver gave him a warm smile, and then departed.
"You know, I think that bludger might have knocked some sense into Oliver," Harry said quietly. They all nodded in agreement. ~*~
"Where is the boy?" Voldemort asked calmly.
"I- I couldn't find him, Master," Percy said, bowing before his Lord.
"You lie. I can smell it. You reek of lies. Tell the truth," he hissed.
"I- I really couldn't- there were too many people around," he said in a pleading manner.
"They talked you out of it. Your family. had an impact on your decisions. Tsk, tsk, tsk. You have yet to learn, young one," and with that, Voldemort placed a scabby, clammy hand on Percy's chest. There was a sudden burning where his hand was, and he let out a yelp, but stifled it. "Better. As a Death- eater, you know no pain. You don't have very long to go after all," and he removed his burning hand.
"Thank you, Master. You are too forgiving."
"I have been told. But I need you to find me the boy. If you fail again, I will be forced to. Well, I think you understand," and he cackled, making the Rogue Weasley's blood run cold. ~*~
"Yes, Oliver? How can I assist you?" Dumbeldore asked, stepping aside and allowing Oliver to enter the small room.
"I need to ask a favor of you," he said, brushing his hair out of his face.
"Yes?"
"I want you to make me Harry's secret keeper."
"I see. You are aware of the danger you will be putting yourself in, I wager?" Dumbeldore said, folding his hands in front of him.
"Yes, I rest assure that I am willing to take that risk to protect Harry. Anything it takes." Oliver pleaded.
"It is a highly complicated procedure that only a very qualified, experienced witch or wizard can perform," the old wizard pointed out.
"And that is why I need your help. You are the best wizard of our time, and I only trust my life and Harry's in your hands," said Oliver, meeting Dumbeldore's eyes at last.
"Ah, I am afraid I am most certainly not the best. There are many things that I still cannot do. But, I would be more than happy to make you Harry's secret keeper. Have you informed Harry about your decision?"
"Erm- No, actually. I have yet to do that." Oliver said nervously.
"Than I think we should go tell him," Dumbeldore smiled.
"We?" Oliver asked curiously.
"Yes, Oliver. We. I think I should accompany you on this expedition. I must ask, you do know how to apparate and disapparate, correct?"
"Yes." And with that, they disapparated. ~*~
"So. What should we do?" Ron asked, staring at his hands.
"What you are doing seems to be fun," sighed Ginny, gazing at her hands as well.
"You know. I'm more scared now than I was fourth year. It's odd." Harry said, running a hand through his untamed hair.
"It's common. People can be more frightened by someone or something that they know better than someone or something they may not have met." Hermione said in a hoarse whisper.
"Do you always have to be so wise?" Ron asked irritably. "Yes," she said in a nonchalant manner.
There was two quiet pops, and Oliver appeared. But this time, he was accompanied by Professor Dumbelore.
"Hello Harry. How are you doing?" Dumbeldore asked, the trademark twinkle lighting his eyes.
"Other than the fact that I'm wanted dead or alive? Peachy." Harry replied. They all giggled slightly.
"Well, Oliver came to me. Desparate, no less.. How would you reply to Oliver being your secret keeper?"
Harry stopped. He thought instantly of Peter Pettigrew, and how he had been his parent's secret keeper. What if Oliver was really on Voldemort's side. and was trying to give him to Voldemort any day? What if Harry met the same fate as his parents? It was odd how Oliver just showed up, after three years, no word from him. The battle raged, but finally Harry agreed.
"Yes. Yes, I would like that. But where will we go? I mean, if Percy already knows where I live, shouldn't we go somewhere he WON'T think to look?" Harry asked.
"Very good point, Harry. Maybe Oliver's house would be good?" Dumbeldore said, turning to look at Oliver.
"Well. I don't- exactly have a house- per say. but I could rent a muggle apartment," he said, thinking hard.
"Somewhere close. Please don't make us move far," Harry said desperately.
"Or, you could move in with Sirius. I don't think I am wrong in saying that he would be more than happy to oblige," Dumbeldore said with insinuation.
"You know where he is?" Harry asked, stricken by the fact that Sirius had told Dumbeldore where he was, but not him.
"I have an inkling. but first I must inform Mr. Black that you are going to arrive... in the meantime, Harry and Oliver, I must ask you to stay here. I am going to put a binding charm upon the house. Don't worry, Harry. your aunt and uncle will be able to leave. Good day," and with that, he (once again) disapparated.
A/n: Ok. how am I doin' so far? Review please, suggestions are VERY welcome. *gasps* what is Oliver up to?? Is he good or bad?! You'll just have to stay tuned. *runs off cackling madly*
Percy stepped into the room without a word. Ginny let out a shuddering gasp, and fainted. Right when they needed her. Hermione didn't say a word, but instead she stood up and strode to Harry's side. Ron growled. Oliver stepped forward, blocking them all from view.
"Percy. We don't want trouble." he said in a low whisper.
"I don't want trouble, either. Just step aside and let me do my business," he said calmly. There was a blank look on his face. None of them could contemplate what he was thinking.
"No. I can't do that," Oliver said. He stepped forward, grabbing for his wand. But Percy was quicker than that.
"EXPELLIARMUS!" he bellowed, grabbing for the wand that ricochet in the air. Placing it in his front pocket, he turned back to a now disarmed Oliver. "Now, if you would be so kind as to keep your NOSE out of my business!!"
"I can't do that either. Leave, Percy, and there will be no trouble," his voice was steadily growing murderous.
"Percy. How could you? How could you do this to us.? When we needed you the most?" Ginny asked from the floor, silent tears streaming down from her face. Her arms were in front of her, attempting to support her.
"The Dark Lord needed me more..." said Percy.
"I thought family would mean more to you," Ron snarled.
"Ron, not now. It won't help the situation any," Harry whispered, clutching the back of Ron's shirt to restrain him.
"It does mean something to me. But the Dark Lord said that will go away with time. You think it is easy for me, thinking about your welfare every day when I am to be helping my Master?? It's not easy for me!! Turning to the Dark Lord was the hardest thing I have ever done in my entire life. I love you all so much, but this is the life I live now," he looked at his brother and sister desperately, searching for an answer of some sort.
"You. still love us?" Ginny asked quietly.
"Of course, but it's just a matter of time."
"NO! Percy, I won't let you do this! Think of your family! Don't throw away your life just for power. I always knew you were a bit thick, but never this much," Oliver said angrily. "Shut up, Oliver," Percy growled.
"Mum is sick. You know that. She could die any day now, and you don't seem to care. What if she died tomorrow? You would have to live with the thought of that forever. Percy, do this for Mum. Stop, and come back to our side!" Ron said urgently.
Percy looked from Ginny, to Ron, to Harry, to Hermione, and to Oliver. Then he fled.
Every one of them breathed a sigh of relief.
All was quiet, and then Ron laughed. Everyone stared in disbelief.
"Sorry- I just thought- Percy never was a good- runner," he laughed. He looked at their faces and stop, and then coughed. "Sorry, highly inappropriate."
"Harry, I there is something I need to do. I'm going to have to leave for a while, but I'll be back. Take care of yourself," Oliver gave him a warm smile, and then departed.
"You know, I think that bludger might have knocked some sense into Oliver," Harry said quietly. They all nodded in agreement. ~*~
"Where is the boy?" Voldemort asked calmly.
"I- I couldn't find him, Master," Percy said, bowing before his Lord.
"You lie. I can smell it. You reek of lies. Tell the truth," he hissed.
"I- I really couldn't- there were too many people around," he said in a pleading manner.
"They talked you out of it. Your family. had an impact on your decisions. Tsk, tsk, tsk. You have yet to learn, young one," and with that, Voldemort placed a scabby, clammy hand on Percy's chest. There was a sudden burning where his hand was, and he let out a yelp, but stifled it. "Better. As a Death- eater, you know no pain. You don't have very long to go after all," and he removed his burning hand.
"Thank you, Master. You are too forgiving."
"I have been told. But I need you to find me the boy. If you fail again, I will be forced to. Well, I think you understand," and he cackled, making the Rogue Weasley's blood run cold. ~*~
"Yes, Oliver? How can I assist you?" Dumbeldore asked, stepping aside and allowing Oliver to enter the small room.
"I need to ask a favor of you," he said, brushing his hair out of his face.
"Yes?"
"I want you to make me Harry's secret keeper."
"I see. You are aware of the danger you will be putting yourself in, I wager?" Dumbeldore said, folding his hands in front of him.
"Yes, I rest assure that I am willing to take that risk to protect Harry. Anything it takes." Oliver pleaded.
"It is a highly complicated procedure that only a very qualified, experienced witch or wizard can perform," the old wizard pointed out.
"And that is why I need your help. You are the best wizard of our time, and I only trust my life and Harry's in your hands," said Oliver, meeting Dumbeldore's eyes at last.
"Ah, I am afraid I am most certainly not the best. There are many things that I still cannot do. But, I would be more than happy to make you Harry's secret keeper. Have you informed Harry about your decision?"
"Erm- No, actually. I have yet to do that." Oliver said nervously.
"Than I think we should go tell him," Dumbeldore smiled.
"We?" Oliver asked curiously.
"Yes, Oliver. We. I think I should accompany you on this expedition. I must ask, you do know how to apparate and disapparate, correct?"
"Yes." And with that, they disapparated. ~*~
"So. What should we do?" Ron asked, staring at his hands.
"What you are doing seems to be fun," sighed Ginny, gazing at her hands as well.
"You know. I'm more scared now than I was fourth year. It's odd." Harry said, running a hand through his untamed hair.
"It's common. People can be more frightened by someone or something that they know better than someone or something they may not have met." Hermione said in a hoarse whisper.
"Do you always have to be so wise?" Ron asked irritably. "Yes," she said in a nonchalant manner.
There was two quiet pops, and Oliver appeared. But this time, he was accompanied by Professor Dumbelore.
"Hello Harry. How are you doing?" Dumbeldore asked, the trademark twinkle lighting his eyes.
"Other than the fact that I'm wanted dead or alive? Peachy." Harry replied. They all giggled slightly.
"Well, Oliver came to me. Desparate, no less.. How would you reply to Oliver being your secret keeper?"
Harry stopped. He thought instantly of Peter Pettigrew, and how he had been his parent's secret keeper. What if Oliver was really on Voldemort's side. and was trying to give him to Voldemort any day? What if Harry met the same fate as his parents? It was odd how Oliver just showed up, after three years, no word from him. The battle raged, but finally Harry agreed.
"Yes. Yes, I would like that. But where will we go? I mean, if Percy already knows where I live, shouldn't we go somewhere he WON'T think to look?" Harry asked.
"Very good point, Harry. Maybe Oliver's house would be good?" Dumbeldore said, turning to look at Oliver.
"Well. I don't- exactly have a house- per say. but I could rent a muggle apartment," he said, thinking hard.
"Somewhere close. Please don't make us move far," Harry said desperately.
"Or, you could move in with Sirius. I don't think I am wrong in saying that he would be more than happy to oblige," Dumbeldore said with insinuation.
"You know where he is?" Harry asked, stricken by the fact that Sirius had told Dumbeldore where he was, but not him.
"I have an inkling. but first I must inform Mr. Black that you are going to arrive... in the meantime, Harry and Oliver, I must ask you to stay here. I am going to put a binding charm upon the house. Don't worry, Harry. your aunt and uncle will be able to leave. Good day," and with that, he (once again) disapparated.
A/n: Ok. how am I doin' so far? Review please, suggestions are VERY welcome. *gasps* what is Oliver up to?? Is he good or bad?! You'll just have to stay tuned. *runs off cackling madly*