Thanks for the reviews.
I have about eight chapters planned out, but as I actually started writing the story, I changed the point of view and a few of the events. When I finally write what actually happened, I'll tell about how the storyline was originally supposed to go. I haven't written the ending yet.
I will try to have another chapter out before the end of the month.
Average Disclaimer: Bow down to the Goddess! Anyhow, usual stuff.
Chapter 3 Dreams, Wood, and a Family Affair
John Doe slowly pushed his eyes open from a dream that he slowly remembered. His hospital gown clung to his skin in an almost sweaty embrace; the standard issue hospital cover had been kicked to the edge of his bed. John fumbled with his left hand for his glasses lying on the movable table. He slipped them on, letting his eyes adjust to the hospital brightness.
'A couple minutes before six am,' he read from the clock above the nurses' station.
He started to roll fully onto his back- he had slid a little sideways during his sleep with his right arm resting against his body-and winced a little at the movement.
Finding it a little hard to breathe, whether from lasting impression of the dream or from his injury, he wasn't sure. John struggled to remember any element of his dream, and letting his face wrinkle from thought. Staring at the ceiling, he thought back to his dream
At first the dream was comforting, but that soon changed. John dreamt that he was spooned into a certain male, Oliver Wood. John could remember the feel of a pair of arms holding him tight. He remembered the feel of running his hand down Oliver Wood's nicely sculpted chest. He could still feel Oliver Wood resting his chin on his shoulder. "Percy," Oliver Wood purred into his ear.
Next he dreamt that he was standing trial for some crime. People all around him were faceless outlines, they whispered, they laughed, and they struck out at him with invisible arms.
"I didn't know anything was wrong!" His own voice shouted and they only whispered incoherently around him.
"He should have known," a voice whispered, slapping him in his face.
"He just knows how to follow orders," another biting voice whispered.
"Perfect Percy, Perfect Percy, Perfect Percy," the people all taunted him, covered him, and then he had woken up.
"Good morning Mr. Weasley," a nurse broke his reverie.
John turned his head slightly and looked at her. "I don't know if I am ready to accept that title," he calmly said.
"Sorry, but it's who you are and nothing can change that." The nurse smiled what should have been an award-winning smile, "I over heard a little of what that guy said. We should glamorize you for meeting your family."
John gave a slight nod, "I'm a little insecure that's all."
"It's understandable," she said.
"Can I walk to the bathroom, please?"
"Mr. Weasley, I think it's good that you get back onto your feet, then we can get you some breakfast and I'll bring the rest of your things to you."
"Thanks, Nurse."
"Nurse Rose," she smiled as she moved his bed into sitting position.
John smiled back politely, "Thanks Nurse Rose."
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7:42 AM
The box that held Percy Weasley's stuff was similar to a small egg crate. John eyed the box that Nurse Rose had put on his lowered table.
*This box holds who Percy Weasley is; the connection to a guy I only dream about*. He was almost afraid to touch it, to know the guy that apparently is gay and has one hot partner.
*Why am I so worried about looking inside? I've dreamt that I was with Oliver Wood, it was nice, it was comfortable, it was sexy, but the second part is what scares me. Maybe I'm a criminal. Dreams take a part of real memory and mix it with something from my mind. My own insecurity with finding out who Percy Weasley is and something that I remember.* John brought his good hand up and ran it through what hair was above his bandage.
Nurse Rose had given him something akin to a bath, changed his bandages and he had a bite of a breakfast that was placed on his table and was taken away soon afterward. Now he is in a sitting position and staring at the box that contained all he had on him.
*They taunted me, I felt so horrible from it. What should I have known?*
John inhaled deeply and pulled the table closer to himself. He tensely tipped it to the side and dumped the contents out. He let out the breath he didn't know he was holding. First his clothes spilled out, blue jeans and a cream colored sweater, with an undershirt and the most unusual pair of boxers that he had ever seen. The boxer shorts were alive! John picked them up with his good hand; there were books open with quills writing on them. The books floated around and the quills chased afterward, writing in the books, creating a humorous chase. John had to laugh; he was beyond stunned over these simples boxer shorts that he had been wearing. He looked around him to see if anybody else had noticed his most unusual under- attire. John quickly stuffed them between his sweater and pants.
John dumped the box a little more over and out dumped this piece of wood. It rolled across the table, tilted when it bumped into his clothes, and now is perpendicular to John.
*Looks like a pointer, but maybe too short, maybe I'm a teacher.* John let out a laugh, here was a long thin wood and Percy's partner is Oliver Wood.
*My partner is Oliver Wood,* he corrected himself. Long and thin, going from a thick end to a thin point, maybe eight inches long, the wood's a red color. Finally deciding to pick it up, he unknowingly gripped it in a certain way. John could feel that he was right-handed, but still something familiar about holding it in his left hand made him take a swing with it.
Nothing happened! John slightly shook his head, was he expecting something to happen? He wasn't sure.
"Percy, we are ready to move you over to Outpatient. Later this evening Dr. Randolph will do a final check over you, and tomorrow morning you could be discharged." Nurse Rose came back. John had stuck his wood under the cover when she had started speaking.
He nodded in acknowledgement, secretly hoping to see Oliver Wood again. "I wonder what my family will be like," he said as a transporter stood next to Nurse Rose and she unhooked him from the machine. Lastly she slipped the box with his clothes in it in a space under his bed.
"I'm sure you won't be disappointed," Nurse Rose encouraged as they wheeled him out of the Recovery Room and on his way to the Outpatient room.
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9:36 AM
"Mr. Weasley, will you please stop wandering off. The nurse at the desk said Outpatient is on the second floor, right here." John heard Oliver Wood before he saw him. His voice echoing through the currently open doors. John felt his heart race at seeing Oliver Wood again and then seeing his family.
Oliver Wood entered the ward. A sappy smile came over John's lips. He looked as hot as he did yesterday, only he wore a black leather jacket over a white shirt and the same jeans. The rest of his family filed into the room. Older woman, red hair, burly coat and tweed skirt, was close behind Oliver Wood. She pulled an older man into the room by the hand, "Too much muggle stuff for him," she muttered. He had a defined nose, a receding red hairline, and wore a red coat that clashed with his hair, a brown toned button down shirt and tweed pants. He looked around with the biggest smile on his face. Behind him, a pair of twins, red haired and pale skinned, pulled and joked with each other, carrying a large covered package between them. The twins looked exactly alike, even in their clothes.
"Come along, Ron, Ginny," the older women said and two teenage children followed the twins. Ron was freckled similar to John, and Ron's hair was just a little shorter, he was in khakis and a button down flannel top open to reveal a white shirt. Ginny, the only girl, appeared to be the youngest, unless he has another younger sibling still at home. She wore her red hair down to her shoulders and a simple long jean skirt with a thin white blouse.
"John," Oliver cried out, spying his bed halfway along the wall.
John still wore his smile. When Oliver came over and stood next to the head of the bed, John tensely reached up and brushed Oliver's hand in a familiar fashion.
Oliver looked a little shocked, "Do you remember?"
"I dream" was all John said.
"Percy Weasley, here you are," the older woman said, taking a look at John. He still wore a bandage around his head and his arm in a fresh sling. The bandages on his face had beeen removed and mostly healed. "What did you get yourself into?" She bent over him and placed a small kiss on his forehead.
"Now, Molly, even if he remembered, you know he couldn't tell you," the older man said standing next to the women.
John lifted his eyebrows, and let the surprise run over his face.
"You shouldn't have said that, " Oliver commented.
The twins stood and leaned over the foot of his bed, "He still looks like our older brother," one commented, and the other continues, "even if he doesn't remember anything."
Ron and Ginny stood next to their parents.
"Hey Percy," Ron said, "we were worried over you since you were missing and all that's going on."
"What's going on?" John inquired.
"Nothing," Oliver quickly covered, looking over at Ron.
John looked at his family carefully, they most assuring were his family, and they had the same red hair. "So, who are you all?" He carefully asked.
"Molly Weasley, your mum," the older women answered, at a loss for more words.
"Arthur Weasley, call me dad, everybody else here does," he smiled, and touched his shoulder.
"Fred and George," the twins answered together, putting their arms over each other's shoulders. "We've brought you something. We always wanted to give you this, and now we can." They lifted a present between them and placed it on the bed. "Would you like to open it or can we?"
John laughed and Mrs. Weasley looked highly apprehensive. "You can open it," John said.
Tearing the package open, the twin Weasley's revealed that there was a toilet seat. They had given their brother a toilet seat.
"We've always wanted to give one to a person who is in the hospital," one twin said.
"Tried to give one to Harry during his first year," the other twin said.
"Who better to actually get it then our brother?" the first twin said.
"I remember that," Ron spoke.
"Fred, George what are we going to do with you?" Mrs. Weasley said.
John had to laugh, these people are his family, and he has a lover. *Maybe being Percy Weasley isn't so bad.* He looked at the rest of the group to find that they were also smiling, probably familiar with the antics of the twins.
"I'm Ginny," the girl finally spoke, "I'm the youngest Weasley."
"So, am I the oldest of the five children?" John asked.
Mr. Weasley was the one who shook his head in answer. "You have two older brothers, Charlie and Bill."
The group went silent for the moment. Even Fred and George had gone silent.
Oliver and Mr. Weasley shared a long look. It spoke volumes between his father and partner. Mrs. Weasley put a hand on her husband's shoulder. The rest of the children all looked at Oliver, rather then the person on the hospital bed. Oliver gave a nod and stepped back to be at the head behind John.
"Sorry dear, we can't stay long, we'll either be back later or see you tomorrow morning," Mrs. Weasley spoke.
"There's a chance I'm going to be discharged in the morning after my doctor clears me," John said, starting to thumb the wood hidden his sheet, brushed up against his thigh. "There are so many things that I want to ask, so many things I want to say."
"We will answer your questions tomorrow, when you are home," Mr. Weasley answered. He reached out and patted Percy's arm and walked to behind the twins.
"I'll make a nice meal for you, it's seems so long since you were home." Mrs. Weasley leaned over and gave another peck to his bandaged forehead. She joined her husband.
"Bye Percy," Ron said and nodded to his older brother, before turning and walking away.
Ginny leaned over and gave him a hug around his neck. "You'll love us; we're a great family." And she walked away.
"What she said," one twin said. "Later, Percy," the other one said.
"I'll really have to figure out how to tell the two of you apart," John said.
"Mother still doesn't know the difference," one said. "I'm George," "and I'm Fred."
John laughed, "That helped."
His entire family gave a simultaneous wave and left. John gave a wave with his good hand.
"I need to talk to you;" Oliver stepped back into the view of John.
"I know that you and Percy had something together," John smiled, and reached up again and trying to take a hold of Oliver's calloused fingers.
Oliver let his hand be brushed by John's before pulling it to behind his back.
Being both shocked and surprised by Oliver's reaction, he lost his smile.
"John, your family doesn't know that you are gay, they think that we are great friends. In fact, we live together." Oliver sighed.
"Okay," John simply said.
"But that's not what I stayed to tell you, John, Percy." He leaned over the bed and over John that their faces were mere inches away from each other.
John's heart raced as he stared into Oliver's eyes through his own glasses.
"Percy Weasley--John-- you are a wizard," he seductively whispered and leaned in and gave Percy a very nice kiss, suitable for public.
Iris Wood 11th of February, 12:49 AM Updated 5th of April
Next chapter: Percy talks to the Doctor and questions himself.
Please Review, it makes my day seeing a new review in my mailbox.
I have about eight chapters planned out, but as I actually started writing the story, I changed the point of view and a few of the events. When I finally write what actually happened, I'll tell about how the storyline was originally supposed to go. I haven't written the ending yet.
I will try to have another chapter out before the end of the month.
Average Disclaimer: Bow down to the Goddess! Anyhow, usual stuff.
Chapter 3 Dreams, Wood, and a Family Affair
John Doe slowly pushed his eyes open from a dream that he slowly remembered. His hospital gown clung to his skin in an almost sweaty embrace; the standard issue hospital cover had been kicked to the edge of his bed. John fumbled with his left hand for his glasses lying on the movable table. He slipped them on, letting his eyes adjust to the hospital brightness.
'A couple minutes before six am,' he read from the clock above the nurses' station.
He started to roll fully onto his back- he had slid a little sideways during his sleep with his right arm resting against his body-and winced a little at the movement.
Finding it a little hard to breathe, whether from lasting impression of the dream or from his injury, he wasn't sure. John struggled to remember any element of his dream, and letting his face wrinkle from thought. Staring at the ceiling, he thought back to his dream
At first the dream was comforting, but that soon changed. John dreamt that he was spooned into a certain male, Oliver Wood. John could remember the feel of a pair of arms holding him tight. He remembered the feel of running his hand down Oliver Wood's nicely sculpted chest. He could still feel Oliver Wood resting his chin on his shoulder. "Percy," Oliver Wood purred into his ear.
Next he dreamt that he was standing trial for some crime. People all around him were faceless outlines, they whispered, they laughed, and they struck out at him with invisible arms.
"I didn't know anything was wrong!" His own voice shouted and they only whispered incoherently around him.
"He should have known," a voice whispered, slapping him in his face.
"He just knows how to follow orders," another biting voice whispered.
"Perfect Percy, Perfect Percy, Perfect Percy," the people all taunted him, covered him, and then he had woken up.
"Good morning Mr. Weasley," a nurse broke his reverie.
John turned his head slightly and looked at her. "I don't know if I am ready to accept that title," he calmly said.
"Sorry, but it's who you are and nothing can change that." The nurse smiled what should have been an award-winning smile, "I over heard a little of what that guy said. We should glamorize you for meeting your family."
John gave a slight nod, "I'm a little insecure that's all."
"It's understandable," she said.
"Can I walk to the bathroom, please?"
"Mr. Weasley, I think it's good that you get back onto your feet, then we can get you some breakfast and I'll bring the rest of your things to you."
"Thanks, Nurse."
"Nurse Rose," she smiled as she moved his bed into sitting position.
John smiled back politely, "Thanks Nurse Rose."
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7:42 AM
The box that held Percy Weasley's stuff was similar to a small egg crate. John eyed the box that Nurse Rose had put on his lowered table.
*This box holds who Percy Weasley is; the connection to a guy I only dream about*. He was almost afraid to touch it, to know the guy that apparently is gay and has one hot partner.
*Why am I so worried about looking inside? I've dreamt that I was with Oliver Wood, it was nice, it was comfortable, it was sexy, but the second part is what scares me. Maybe I'm a criminal. Dreams take a part of real memory and mix it with something from my mind. My own insecurity with finding out who Percy Weasley is and something that I remember.* John brought his good hand up and ran it through what hair was above his bandage.
Nurse Rose had given him something akin to a bath, changed his bandages and he had a bite of a breakfast that was placed on his table and was taken away soon afterward. Now he is in a sitting position and staring at the box that contained all he had on him.
*They taunted me, I felt so horrible from it. What should I have known?*
John inhaled deeply and pulled the table closer to himself. He tensely tipped it to the side and dumped the contents out. He let out the breath he didn't know he was holding. First his clothes spilled out, blue jeans and a cream colored sweater, with an undershirt and the most unusual pair of boxers that he had ever seen. The boxer shorts were alive! John picked them up with his good hand; there were books open with quills writing on them. The books floated around and the quills chased afterward, writing in the books, creating a humorous chase. John had to laugh; he was beyond stunned over these simples boxer shorts that he had been wearing. He looked around him to see if anybody else had noticed his most unusual under- attire. John quickly stuffed them between his sweater and pants.
John dumped the box a little more over and out dumped this piece of wood. It rolled across the table, tilted when it bumped into his clothes, and now is perpendicular to John.
*Looks like a pointer, but maybe too short, maybe I'm a teacher.* John let out a laugh, here was a long thin wood and Percy's partner is Oliver Wood.
*My partner is Oliver Wood,* he corrected himself. Long and thin, going from a thick end to a thin point, maybe eight inches long, the wood's a red color. Finally deciding to pick it up, he unknowingly gripped it in a certain way. John could feel that he was right-handed, but still something familiar about holding it in his left hand made him take a swing with it.
Nothing happened! John slightly shook his head, was he expecting something to happen? He wasn't sure.
"Percy, we are ready to move you over to Outpatient. Later this evening Dr. Randolph will do a final check over you, and tomorrow morning you could be discharged." Nurse Rose came back. John had stuck his wood under the cover when she had started speaking.
He nodded in acknowledgement, secretly hoping to see Oliver Wood again. "I wonder what my family will be like," he said as a transporter stood next to Nurse Rose and she unhooked him from the machine. Lastly she slipped the box with his clothes in it in a space under his bed.
"I'm sure you won't be disappointed," Nurse Rose encouraged as they wheeled him out of the Recovery Room and on his way to the Outpatient room.
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9:36 AM
"Mr. Weasley, will you please stop wandering off. The nurse at the desk said Outpatient is on the second floor, right here." John heard Oliver Wood before he saw him. His voice echoing through the currently open doors. John felt his heart race at seeing Oliver Wood again and then seeing his family.
Oliver Wood entered the ward. A sappy smile came over John's lips. He looked as hot as he did yesterday, only he wore a black leather jacket over a white shirt and the same jeans. The rest of his family filed into the room. Older woman, red hair, burly coat and tweed skirt, was close behind Oliver Wood. She pulled an older man into the room by the hand, "Too much muggle stuff for him," she muttered. He had a defined nose, a receding red hairline, and wore a red coat that clashed with his hair, a brown toned button down shirt and tweed pants. He looked around with the biggest smile on his face. Behind him, a pair of twins, red haired and pale skinned, pulled and joked with each other, carrying a large covered package between them. The twins looked exactly alike, even in their clothes.
"Come along, Ron, Ginny," the older women said and two teenage children followed the twins. Ron was freckled similar to John, and Ron's hair was just a little shorter, he was in khakis and a button down flannel top open to reveal a white shirt. Ginny, the only girl, appeared to be the youngest, unless he has another younger sibling still at home. She wore her red hair down to her shoulders and a simple long jean skirt with a thin white blouse.
"John," Oliver cried out, spying his bed halfway along the wall.
John still wore his smile. When Oliver came over and stood next to the head of the bed, John tensely reached up and brushed Oliver's hand in a familiar fashion.
Oliver looked a little shocked, "Do you remember?"
"I dream" was all John said.
"Percy Weasley, here you are," the older woman said, taking a look at John. He still wore a bandage around his head and his arm in a fresh sling. The bandages on his face had beeen removed and mostly healed. "What did you get yourself into?" She bent over him and placed a small kiss on his forehead.
"Now, Molly, even if he remembered, you know he couldn't tell you," the older man said standing next to the women.
John lifted his eyebrows, and let the surprise run over his face.
"You shouldn't have said that, " Oliver commented.
The twins stood and leaned over the foot of his bed, "He still looks like our older brother," one commented, and the other continues, "even if he doesn't remember anything."
Ron and Ginny stood next to their parents.
"Hey Percy," Ron said, "we were worried over you since you were missing and all that's going on."
"What's going on?" John inquired.
"Nothing," Oliver quickly covered, looking over at Ron.
John looked at his family carefully, they most assuring were his family, and they had the same red hair. "So, who are you all?" He carefully asked.
"Molly Weasley, your mum," the older women answered, at a loss for more words.
"Arthur Weasley, call me dad, everybody else here does," he smiled, and touched his shoulder.
"Fred and George," the twins answered together, putting their arms over each other's shoulders. "We've brought you something. We always wanted to give you this, and now we can." They lifted a present between them and placed it on the bed. "Would you like to open it or can we?"
John laughed and Mrs. Weasley looked highly apprehensive. "You can open it," John said.
Tearing the package open, the twin Weasley's revealed that there was a toilet seat. They had given their brother a toilet seat.
"We've always wanted to give one to a person who is in the hospital," one twin said.
"Tried to give one to Harry during his first year," the other twin said.
"Who better to actually get it then our brother?" the first twin said.
"I remember that," Ron spoke.
"Fred, George what are we going to do with you?" Mrs. Weasley said.
John had to laugh, these people are his family, and he has a lover. *Maybe being Percy Weasley isn't so bad.* He looked at the rest of the group to find that they were also smiling, probably familiar with the antics of the twins.
"I'm Ginny," the girl finally spoke, "I'm the youngest Weasley."
"So, am I the oldest of the five children?" John asked.
Mr. Weasley was the one who shook his head in answer. "You have two older brothers, Charlie and Bill."
The group went silent for the moment. Even Fred and George had gone silent.
Oliver and Mr. Weasley shared a long look. It spoke volumes between his father and partner. Mrs. Weasley put a hand on her husband's shoulder. The rest of the children all looked at Oliver, rather then the person on the hospital bed. Oliver gave a nod and stepped back to be at the head behind John.
"Sorry dear, we can't stay long, we'll either be back later or see you tomorrow morning," Mrs. Weasley spoke.
"There's a chance I'm going to be discharged in the morning after my doctor clears me," John said, starting to thumb the wood hidden his sheet, brushed up against his thigh. "There are so many things that I want to ask, so many things I want to say."
"We will answer your questions tomorrow, when you are home," Mr. Weasley answered. He reached out and patted Percy's arm and walked to behind the twins.
"I'll make a nice meal for you, it's seems so long since you were home." Mrs. Weasley leaned over and gave another peck to his bandaged forehead. She joined her husband.
"Bye Percy," Ron said and nodded to his older brother, before turning and walking away.
Ginny leaned over and gave him a hug around his neck. "You'll love us; we're a great family." And she walked away.
"What she said," one twin said. "Later, Percy," the other one said.
"I'll really have to figure out how to tell the two of you apart," John said.
"Mother still doesn't know the difference," one said. "I'm George," "and I'm Fred."
John laughed, "That helped."
His entire family gave a simultaneous wave and left. John gave a wave with his good hand.
"I need to talk to you;" Oliver stepped back into the view of John.
"I know that you and Percy had something together," John smiled, and reached up again and trying to take a hold of Oliver's calloused fingers.
Oliver let his hand be brushed by John's before pulling it to behind his back.
Being both shocked and surprised by Oliver's reaction, he lost his smile.
"John, your family doesn't know that you are gay, they think that we are great friends. In fact, we live together." Oliver sighed.
"Okay," John simply said.
"But that's not what I stayed to tell you, John, Percy." He leaned over the bed and over John that their faces were mere inches away from each other.
John's heart raced as he stared into Oliver's eyes through his own glasses.
"Percy Weasley--John-- you are a wizard," he seductively whispered and leaned in and gave Percy a very nice kiss, suitable for public.
Iris Wood 11th of February, 12:49 AM Updated 5th of April
Next chapter: Percy talks to the Doctor and questions himself.
Please Review, it makes my day seeing a new review in my mailbox.
