Chapter 16
**Present**
Percy put the paper down. He still had to talk to the wind. He had known the moment that he was a mage, and talking to the winds would just confirm that Mik was dead. He no longer had to confront that confirmation. It was staring him in the face with this obituary. His time had come.
Molly entered the kitchen, not surprised to see Percy there. He always was an early riser.
"Hello, dear. Have a nice night?"
"Yes, Mum."
"That's nice." Oliver plodded into the kitchen, eyes half closed with sleep. He kissed the top of Percy's head.
"Mornin' love," he murmured before falling into the chair next to him.
"Morning, Olly."
"Good Morning, Oliver, dear." Oliver froze, his eyes widening. Suddenly he was wide awake.
"Uh.mornin' Mrs. Weasley." Molly laughed.
"Oh, Oliver, don't you think you should be calling me Mum, now? After all, you're practically my own son now."
"Yes, Mum." Percy beamed at him, Molly sighed.
"What is it, Mum?"
"I;m just so happy for you, two." She turned to Oliver. "Hurt my baby and I'll make you miserable." Oliver gulped. Molly Weasley is a formidable source.
"Yes ma'am, Mum, ma'am."
"Mum!"
"Eat your toast, Percy, you're too thin."
"Grr.yes Mum." There was an explosion from upstairs and moments later the Twins came thundering down the stairs.
"Good Morning Mother!"
"Wonderful day isn't it?"
"Absolutely smashing!" Molly made a face that was part amusement, part suspicion, and part exasperation. The twins sat at the table and she served them their breakfasts, bacon eggs and potatoes. They dug in with barely a "thanks mom." Percy watched them eat for a moment, eyebrows raised, totally disgusted by the quantity of food they were consuming at such an alerming rate. Percy was a light eater to begin with and such a large amount of food this early in the morning was sickening. He looked down at the peach slices, cottage cheese, and toast that was his breakfast. Much more sensible. Oliver yawned into his teacup.
"Tired, Olly?" Fred (George?) said around a mouthful of eggs and potatoes.
"What were you doing last night.till three am?" The other twin asked. Percy froze, but Oliver replied smoothly.
"It's none of your business, but I assure you, it's not what you're thinking."
"How do you know what we're thinking?"
"I've known you for seven years, I know how your minds work."
"Oh." Molly placed a plate of food in front of Oliver.
"There, now that I'm sure you're not gonna fall asleep in it."
"Thanks, Mum." Molly smiled.
"Oi! Olly! You stealing our Mum?"
"Yes."
"Oh.ok then." Molly rolled her eyes. She would never understand the twins.
***
Percy and Oliver went out again that day, back to that cliff. Oliver brought a book to read while Percy communed with nature. It was the Lord of the Rings, Percy's favorite book. He figured he'd give it a try. He was on the fifth chapter and liking it a lot already.
Percy sat cross legged on the grass and Oliver laid down next to him on his stomach. Percy closed his eyes. The wind blew.
Welcome back, fire-hair. Percy jumped.
'Do you have to sneak up in me like that?'
The winds do not sneak.
'uh huh, right.'
You are the next of the Weather Magi. You are the sole ambassador that bridges the world of magic with the world of weather. Only you may ask favors and only you may receive our blessing. Do you accept this responsibility?
'I do.'
Only you can wield the power of the heavens. Only you can bring down the power of the storms and bring down lightning. Your tears are rain and your confusion is tornadoes. Your sorrow is snow and your hatred is heat. Do you accept this burden?
'I do.'
Only you may hear our wisdom for you alone can hear. You alone can ask our counsel, for you alone can speak and we are wise. Do you accept this privilage?
'I do.'
Then be glad and welcomed, Fire-Hair, Weather Wielder of the Maji. The winds are at your service.
'oh, thank you.' The winds laughed.
So polite. Tell us, Fire-Hair, who is your anchor.
'My lover. My soulmate. Oliver wood.'
Ah, the flyer. We have known him often. He stops your tears. Percy smiled.
'Yes, he does.'
Wake him, Fire-Hair. We wish to speak to him. He may hear us just this once. Percy looked over at Olly who had, indeed fallen asleep on his book. Percy thumped Oliver's shoulder.
"Olly! Wake up! The winds have to talk to you!"
"Eh? What.oh." Oliver woke up and Percy grabbed his hands.
"Listen!"
Hello, Flyer, companion of Fire-Hair.
"Sweet Merlin, that's loud!" Oliver exclaimed.
"Shh! Think!"
'Uh.hello winds.'
Are you Fire-Hair's anchor?
'Fire.oh, um, Yeah. Yes I am.'
You are the grounder. You keep the Weather Wielder on his own plane. Only you can keep the Mage alive. Do you accept this responsibility?"
'uh, yeah. I mean, I do.'
You are the only one responsible for the Weather Wielder's well being. You alone can keep him happy. You alone can keep him satisfied. Do you accept this burden?
'I do.'
You alone will receive the love of the Weather Wielder. You will be his companion for as long as he lives. Do you accept this privilege?"
'I do.'
Then be glad and welcomed Flyer, companion and anchor to Fire-Hair. May you have a long and prosperous life.
'thank you.'
You may now return to your nap.
'uh.thanks.' Oliver thought, blushing. Percy smiled and kissed him. Oliver went back to his book. Percy talked to the wind.
Three Weeks Later
"A little to the left, now to the right.no back a bit."
"Percy, we love you dearly, but make up your bleedin' mind! This is bloody heavy!" Percy rolled his eyes.
"Well, Bill, you did decide to do this the muggle way. You could have used Magic."
"Fuck you Percy."
"No, Bill, That's Oliver's job."
"Right you are Charlie."
"Oh, stuff it, the both of you. You are worse than the twins sometimes, you know that?" Percy said, his face bright red. Bill and Charlie were laughing when Oliver entered the room. He put his box down and kissed Percy.
"Did I miss something?"
"Only my brothers being prats."
"Ah."
Percy and Oliver had employed the help of Percy's Older brothers, Bill and Charlie to help them move into their own apartment. They were there for the upcoming World Quidditch Cup at the end of the summer. As it stood, only the twins and maybe Ron didn't know about Percy and Oliver. They were deliberately keeping the twins in the dark, and Ron was just never around. He was out walking or talking to Hermione all the time.
Percy had started at the ministry a week before and already hated it. Cauldron Bottom Thickness. Come on, really. Who gives a damn? And that dragon dung from the twins? He wasn't going to let that get to him. Being known as Wetherby didn't help him like the job any more.
Oliver was accepted as Reserve Keeper for Puddlemore United and would start training the week after the cup. In a few hours they were completely moved in and Bill and Charlie had left to let the two get settled.
Percy grabbed Oliver and kissed him.
"Welcome home Oliver Wood."
"Welcome home Percy Weasley."
Oliver reached down quickly and picked up the lanky red-head. He let out a Percyesque shriek.
"Ahhh! Oliver! What are you doing!"
"Carrying you over the threshold."
"Oh.I love you Olly."
"I love you too, Percy."
Oliver carried Percy into their bedroom and showed Percy how much he loved him.
*** Outside the building a few minutes later***
A cat prowled around the garbage cans, finding the remains of dinners. A mouse scurried away, a bit of bred in its mouth. All was quiet.
"Oh.oh.OH! YES! Olly! YES! YES! OLLYYY!"
The cat froze in terror before darting away by the loud "PERCYYYY!" That followed.
The alley was quiet again.
TBC.
**Present**
Percy put the paper down. He still had to talk to the wind. He had known the moment that he was a mage, and talking to the winds would just confirm that Mik was dead. He no longer had to confront that confirmation. It was staring him in the face with this obituary. His time had come.
Molly entered the kitchen, not surprised to see Percy there. He always was an early riser.
"Hello, dear. Have a nice night?"
"Yes, Mum."
"That's nice." Oliver plodded into the kitchen, eyes half closed with sleep. He kissed the top of Percy's head.
"Mornin' love," he murmured before falling into the chair next to him.
"Morning, Olly."
"Good Morning, Oliver, dear." Oliver froze, his eyes widening. Suddenly he was wide awake.
"Uh.mornin' Mrs. Weasley." Molly laughed.
"Oh, Oliver, don't you think you should be calling me Mum, now? After all, you're practically my own son now."
"Yes, Mum." Percy beamed at him, Molly sighed.
"What is it, Mum?"
"I;m just so happy for you, two." She turned to Oliver. "Hurt my baby and I'll make you miserable." Oliver gulped. Molly Weasley is a formidable source.
"Yes ma'am, Mum, ma'am."
"Mum!"
"Eat your toast, Percy, you're too thin."
"Grr.yes Mum." There was an explosion from upstairs and moments later the Twins came thundering down the stairs.
"Good Morning Mother!"
"Wonderful day isn't it?"
"Absolutely smashing!" Molly made a face that was part amusement, part suspicion, and part exasperation. The twins sat at the table and she served them their breakfasts, bacon eggs and potatoes. They dug in with barely a "thanks mom." Percy watched them eat for a moment, eyebrows raised, totally disgusted by the quantity of food they were consuming at such an alerming rate. Percy was a light eater to begin with and such a large amount of food this early in the morning was sickening. He looked down at the peach slices, cottage cheese, and toast that was his breakfast. Much more sensible. Oliver yawned into his teacup.
"Tired, Olly?" Fred (George?) said around a mouthful of eggs and potatoes.
"What were you doing last night.till three am?" The other twin asked. Percy froze, but Oliver replied smoothly.
"It's none of your business, but I assure you, it's not what you're thinking."
"How do you know what we're thinking?"
"I've known you for seven years, I know how your minds work."
"Oh." Molly placed a plate of food in front of Oliver.
"There, now that I'm sure you're not gonna fall asleep in it."
"Thanks, Mum." Molly smiled.
"Oi! Olly! You stealing our Mum?"
"Yes."
"Oh.ok then." Molly rolled her eyes. She would never understand the twins.
***
Percy and Oliver went out again that day, back to that cliff. Oliver brought a book to read while Percy communed with nature. It was the Lord of the Rings, Percy's favorite book. He figured he'd give it a try. He was on the fifth chapter and liking it a lot already.
Percy sat cross legged on the grass and Oliver laid down next to him on his stomach. Percy closed his eyes. The wind blew.
Welcome back, fire-hair. Percy jumped.
'Do you have to sneak up in me like that?'
The winds do not sneak.
'uh huh, right.'
You are the next of the Weather Magi. You are the sole ambassador that bridges the world of magic with the world of weather. Only you may ask favors and only you may receive our blessing. Do you accept this responsibility?
'I do.'
Only you can wield the power of the heavens. Only you can bring down the power of the storms and bring down lightning. Your tears are rain and your confusion is tornadoes. Your sorrow is snow and your hatred is heat. Do you accept this burden?
'I do.'
Only you may hear our wisdom for you alone can hear. You alone can ask our counsel, for you alone can speak and we are wise. Do you accept this privilage?
'I do.'
Then be glad and welcomed, Fire-Hair, Weather Wielder of the Maji. The winds are at your service.
'oh, thank you.' The winds laughed.
So polite. Tell us, Fire-Hair, who is your anchor.
'My lover. My soulmate. Oliver wood.'
Ah, the flyer. We have known him often. He stops your tears. Percy smiled.
'Yes, he does.'
Wake him, Fire-Hair. We wish to speak to him. He may hear us just this once. Percy looked over at Olly who had, indeed fallen asleep on his book. Percy thumped Oliver's shoulder.
"Olly! Wake up! The winds have to talk to you!"
"Eh? What.oh." Oliver woke up and Percy grabbed his hands.
"Listen!"
Hello, Flyer, companion of Fire-Hair.
"Sweet Merlin, that's loud!" Oliver exclaimed.
"Shh! Think!"
'Uh.hello winds.'
Are you Fire-Hair's anchor?
'Fire.oh, um, Yeah. Yes I am.'
You are the grounder. You keep the Weather Wielder on his own plane. Only you can keep the Mage alive. Do you accept this responsibility?"
'uh, yeah. I mean, I do.'
You are the only one responsible for the Weather Wielder's well being. You alone can keep him happy. You alone can keep him satisfied. Do you accept this burden?
'I do.'
You alone will receive the love of the Weather Wielder. You will be his companion for as long as he lives. Do you accept this privilege?"
'I do.'
Then be glad and welcomed Flyer, companion and anchor to Fire-Hair. May you have a long and prosperous life.
'thank you.'
You may now return to your nap.
'uh.thanks.' Oliver thought, blushing. Percy smiled and kissed him. Oliver went back to his book. Percy talked to the wind.
Three Weeks Later
"A little to the left, now to the right.no back a bit."
"Percy, we love you dearly, but make up your bleedin' mind! This is bloody heavy!" Percy rolled his eyes.
"Well, Bill, you did decide to do this the muggle way. You could have used Magic."
"Fuck you Percy."
"No, Bill, That's Oliver's job."
"Right you are Charlie."
"Oh, stuff it, the both of you. You are worse than the twins sometimes, you know that?" Percy said, his face bright red. Bill and Charlie were laughing when Oliver entered the room. He put his box down and kissed Percy.
"Did I miss something?"
"Only my brothers being prats."
"Ah."
Percy and Oliver had employed the help of Percy's Older brothers, Bill and Charlie to help them move into their own apartment. They were there for the upcoming World Quidditch Cup at the end of the summer. As it stood, only the twins and maybe Ron didn't know about Percy and Oliver. They were deliberately keeping the twins in the dark, and Ron was just never around. He was out walking or talking to Hermione all the time.
Percy had started at the ministry a week before and already hated it. Cauldron Bottom Thickness. Come on, really. Who gives a damn? And that dragon dung from the twins? He wasn't going to let that get to him. Being known as Wetherby didn't help him like the job any more.
Oliver was accepted as Reserve Keeper for Puddlemore United and would start training the week after the cup. In a few hours they were completely moved in and Bill and Charlie had left to let the two get settled.
Percy grabbed Oliver and kissed him.
"Welcome home Oliver Wood."
"Welcome home Percy Weasley."
Oliver reached down quickly and picked up the lanky red-head. He let out a Percyesque shriek.
"Ahhh! Oliver! What are you doing!"
"Carrying you over the threshold."
"Oh.I love you Olly."
"I love you too, Percy."
Oliver carried Percy into their bedroom and showed Percy how much he loved him.
*** Outside the building a few minutes later***
A cat prowled around the garbage cans, finding the remains of dinners. A mouse scurried away, a bit of bred in its mouth. All was quiet.
"Oh.oh.OH! YES! Olly! YES! YES! OLLYYY!"
The cat froze in terror before darting away by the loud "PERCYYYY!" That followed.
The alley was quiet again.
TBC.