Chapter 2- The staring contest begins.



Percy caught Ginny as she threw herself at him, and then held her tightly to his chest. A stamped of people crammed their way into the small corridor and saw the 20-year-old man on the floor hugging his sobbing sister.


"Shhh, Virginia"

He hushed soothingly into her ear while cradling her in his broad arms. He heard his mother give a stifled cry from somewhere down the hall, before she rushed toward her son and only daughter. Percy looked up at their mother and then pulled himself and Ginny to their feet.


"Hi mum"


He whispered in a meek voice


"Sorry it took me so long to get back"


She suddenly pulled the apologetic man into her arms, along with his younger sister.


Virginia, Ginny, was the youngest of the family and out of them all she had been the one to best understand Percy and the way he worked. He was the only one out of them all who was allowed to call her by her full name, and she loved her brother, who was the middle child and was overly protective of him at times. When he was away, she nearly went insane with worry, which was both a source of amusement for her older brothers, and something that made them worry about the welfare of the missing boy as well.


When he finally let them both go, and smiled at the stunned group blushing with a sudden bout of shyness. They started at his new look with wide eyes. His softly flowing hair, clear blue eyes, a definite change in clothing style, his new muscles, and his new height. Delicate hands moved deftly to wipe the tears away from his little sisters face. He had slender hands which were pale and delicate looking. Spots of paint were dried under his nails in a rainbow of different colours. His hand had made him an easy target of the older soldiers torment at camp. Looking down he smiled sweetly at his sister.


Turning away he faced his father who looked very startled and very red. Running a hand through his hair he winced as he hit the wide scar at the back of his neck. It was the reason he had come home.


Back in Japan he was a warrior, and a part time artist. The council of watchers had decided that he needed a break from the constant battle drill they were now being put through as a form of preparation for the upcoming war with Voldemort. He had admitted he needed it as well after a fair amount of coercing from his friends among the unit he was stationed in. He had been in that same unit for over three years and had quickly learned how to make friends with the gruff men in the group. He was also the baby of the unit. The youngest member by at least 10 years, and the only reason for this was how quickly he had adapted to the different weapons that they were trained with.


As a painter he was renown for his skills at landscapes, and even with all of the training he went though his hands never became calloused or rough in any way, shape or form. The actually did the exact opposite, they tended to become twice as soft, and his fingers seem to elongate after a long day of training. His paintings would sell quickly, and each time he would make several hundred pounds. It was quite a feat for him. In his pack he always kept a sketch book, several sketching pencils, an eraser and a pencil sharpener. But no one figured out who he was because he never sold his work under his own name, he always used the name Adrian, for his favorite great-uncle, Wood.


"Hullo Dad"


He whispered in a timid voice. He was nervous for the first time in over six months. Hours of battle simulations could not have prepared him for facing the family that he had left behind him. Nothing could have prepared him in the least for what his father was about to do.



Authors notes: Sorry to everyone I've confused. I should have explained what happed at the end of the first chapter better. Percy walk though the front part of the hotel/restaurant and the goes down a hall way towards the back of the pub, as I shall call it, where his sister sees his. Thank you so much to all of my reviewers so far. I really appreciate the fact that you actually take the time to write up a review for the crap that I write. You don't know how much it means to me.