Change is not always a good thing




Disclaimer: I own nothing more that my plot bunnies. They are evil, and are currently trying to take over the world so I can't really say I own them, they kind of own me I guess. Well, that is an Eeep isn't it?


Authors notes: Oh god, this story is something that I have been working on for around 6 months now, and there is no end in sight. So I have finally decided to post it. It will take a while to type up so bear with me in this tedious process. Thanks to all the reviewers so far for my other fic "Return to truth". You guys are the best, I could never do this without your encouragement. I hope you enjoy this as much as you have enjoyed my other stuff. Oh yeah, there will be a prequel coming for this fic to explain all the evens that are mentioned throughout the story. So have fun! (**Frankenstein impression** reviews....need reviews...**drags feet and moves in general direction of Chapters**)


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Percy Weasley strode through Diagon Alley with confidence. After a year he was finally back in England. A year ago he had suddenly quit the ministry and left England for Japan, without a word to anyone. He had changed his name, his appearance and his attitude. He finally acted the way he felt and let the person that he had kept hidden inside for so long shine though. He was a warrior and an artist.


His red hair, which had been short from the time he was small until the time he had left, was now shoulder length, and framed his face in a very becoming manner. Contacts had replaced his old glasses which had become a burden in his line of work. Although he was still slender, he no longer looked sickly. Muscles had risen on his now lean form and made him look twice as limber and twice as healthy. His clothing was no longer stuffy robes and ugly dress clothes. He now wore clothing that suited him. At that very moment he was clad in an evergreen turtleneck with black, form fitting, jeans, and an open leather duster. In the past year had lived virtually magic-free, and he had lived more as a muggle solider rather than a full-grown wizard. So he choose clothes that would be suit where he would be going. But now his unused wand hung by his side in his belt.


Silently he moved toward the Leaky Cauldron, where he knew his parents and siblings would be staying before school started for the kids. He managed to gain quite a few stares, and a lot of peoples attention as he moved along the busy shopping district. He was confidant and strong, and the air around him shimmered with unseen power. His eyes wandered and he saw that very little had changed, then again, very little ever changed unless it had to in the wizarding world. Finally, he reached the ancient looking restaurant and hotel.


Taking a deep breath he opened the door and entered the nearly empty establishment. Nothing at all had changed inside, all of the tables had the various signs of wear and tear that they had before, even some of the customers were the same. He knew exactly where his parents would be, and he also had no clue what their reactions to him walking back into their lives after leaving so abruptly would be.


Walking towards the back he suddenly saw a flash of red hair rush past, which mad him suck in his breath rapidly. In a moment he knew that it was his younger sister. The red head had turned back to see where the sudden noise had come from , and then stopped dead in her tracks when she saw what was in front of her face.

"'lo Gin"

He whispered in a voice that was thick with emotion. She stood silent for a moment before running at him full speed screaming.

"PERCY!!!"

From inside the back room he now heard nothing but silence.