Its taking me forever to write this. My apologies to those who are truly interested in it, I promise that it will have a good ending; maybe some things that no one foresaw. Finally another chapter, its been sitting on my computer since early June, and I finally finished it.

I hope things are moving too fast for some people. I wanted the relationship to be prominent. It will play an integral role in the fic.

Refresher: Only the docs and nurses are mine, our boys belong to JKR. All bow down to the goddess.

Any errors are mine. Please forgive me for any mistakes, for they are mine.

Recollection of a Weasley has officially become an AU. I just wished bodily harm on Percy during OotP. He was such a prick. Seriously, why would Fudge appoint Percy to his personal secretary? It just makes me dislike Fudge more and more.

Also, one last author's note. I'm moving the year up to 1998.

Rating: R

Pairing: O/P, and please be surprised. Slash, if you don't like, don't read.

Thanks all for reviewing, it means a lot to me.

With out furthur ado, the next chapter...

Chapter 5 Discovery of a Weasley

10:05 AM

It was finally here, the time of his discharge. Visiting hours had started and Percy was sure that his family would be by soon to pick him up and take him home. Home, the idea terrified him. So many questions plagued Percy-- after thinking and hardly getting a moment of sleep the past night--he was wide awake. He had been given a bath and eaten breakfast before seven this morning. Now he had butterflies in his stomach.

The Weasleys seemed to welcome him with open arms, accepting, even his twin brothers. Mum, dad, Fred, George, Ron and the girl, Ginny. All a part of his family. Family. He had no idea of what to expect the moment he left the hospital. Percy was positive that the rest of his family were wizards also, or at least knew that Percy was. That look between Oliver and his father pointed to that conclusion.

Having already put on his clothes, from before his accident, he awaited the arrival of his family. His clothes had been cleaned before he put them on, and Percy was surprised that no one had commented on his clothes--mainly the boxers. The wood had been by his side or in his hand nearly every second since he'd gotten it back.

Sitting in an upright position, his wood was currently tucked into the sling of his right arm. He watched the nurses pass by, busy dealing with the other patients. All seemed content or basically content with themselves.

"Morning, Percy," he heard Oliver before he saw him. There he is, coming around the corner, blue jeans, navy polo. Smiling up at the young man, he reached out to him. Oliver reached out his own hand to shake, but instead found himself being pulled down to Percy's level. Leaning up to place a kiss on Oliver's lips, he whispered, "Morning, Oliver."

Gently freeing himself, Oliver leaned back, "Percy, until you are sure that this is what you want, or until you remember, I think we should take a step back."

All color drain out of Percy's face, "Oliver, don't take this away from me." He pleaded with his eyes. "You are the only thing that feels right about this body, that feels familiar." Percy dropped his gaze to his own splint.

"You are about to return to a world that you have no memory of." Oliver stepped back next to the bed. "I imagine that you are frightened. Frightened that you won't live up to people's expectations, frightened that you'll never regain your memory," he lowered his voice, "frightened of being a wizard."

Percy actually smiled, "Oliver must know Percy pretty well, because that's exactly how I'm feeling." He tilted his head, loosing his smile. "But I am also worried that Percy Weasley may be dead forever, and all that is left it me."

"Don't worry, whatever happens, whatever you discover about yourself, know that you have me by your side and a family that cares for you."

"Oliver, can you kiss me please," Percy innocently asked, a smile sneaking across his lips.

"And just like Percy, you know exactly what buttons to push to make me kiss you." Oliver leaned in and kissed him again.

"And Oliver, please stop comparing me to Percy. I may be him, but I have to rediscover who Percy Weasley is." Percy reached around with his good hand and lightly touched Oliver's face.

"Should we call you something else then?" Oliver leaned back to stand. "I'm sure the twins could think up some creative things to call you," he joked.

"There are so many things I want to ask you. To rediscover my life, to rediscover you, to rediscover my family. Oliver, I'm so worried."

Reaching down, Oliver took a hold of his good hand, "Percy, didn't we just go through this? Whatever happens, don't be afraid. You are not alone."

Percy cast his eyes down and back up to meet Oliver's. "Thanks Oliver, I know."

"I'd better retrieve your father and make sure that he didn't get lost." Oliver gave his hand a squeeze and then walked away.

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10:21 AM

"There's my boy," Mr. Weasley called out to Percy. Mr. Weasley still looked like a child in a candy store, and had now found the jackpot. His checkered vest clashed with the slacks and his red hair. Holding his arms wide, like he was about to accept the prize from the Midway, he enveloped Percy in a huge hug,

Wincing from the applied pressure on his broken wrist, Percy was quite flustered at his arrival. Then came the loss of air.

"Mr. Weasley, I think you are hurting him and choking him," Oliver said, seeing the reddened Percy.

Letting go, he said "Sorry about that Percy; I'm just so glad that you are coming home away from these Muggles. Home, to where you haven't been to for so long."

Percy raised a curious eyebrow to both his father and um, partner.

"We share a flat over at Diagon Alley," Oliver quickly filled the awkward silence. Giving a look to Mr. Weasley, Oliver then smiled down at Percy. "We split the rent," Oliver said for Mr. Weasley's sake.

"If that's where I live, then why am I going back to my family's house?" Percy questioned.

"The family thought that getting you reacquainted with your old room and routine might bring back something." Mr. Weasley put a hand onto Percy's good shoulder.

"What about Oliver?" Percy was quick to ask, almost concerned. He would be put in an unfamiliar place away from the one familiar thing. It would not happen that way if Percy had any say. His eyes made contact with Oliver's who smiled knowingly behind Arthur's back.

"Don't worry, I won't leave you." Oliver nearly whispered.

"We wouldn't dream of splitting the two of you up," whether or not Mr. Weasley knew the double meaning from his words, he did not give it acknowledgement. "It would be like splitting up Fred and George, a good idea at the time, but bad in the long run." He turned to Oliver, "Oliver would just have to stay with us." The look he gave Oliver did not leave room for argument. As if Oliver would argue.

"I wouldn't think of there being any other possibility." Oliver gave a dead serious answer.

"Good morning, Percy," Nurse Rose walked up to the foot of the bed, bringing Mr. Weasley's attention there. "And you must be Mr. Weasley," she reached out to shake his hand.

Oliver took this distraction and reached over and placed a small kiss on Percy's hair. Percy returned with a smile and quick look into his eyes. Oliver smiled and quickly returned to his place.

"Mr. Wood, it's so nice to finally meet the man who identified our John Doe." Reaching out to shake his hand, she smiled.

"Thanks nurse..." Oliver had turned on the charm.

"Rose," Percy answered before she could.

"And we are so thankful that he was taken such good care of," Mr. Weasley said.

"I was so worried not to find him home in the morning," Oliver sighed. "We are still unclear of the details of what happened."

Nurse Rose looked at Percy, who stared back. "Percy knows all that we know. Can I tell them, Percy?"

He gave a slight nod.

"John Doe was admitted at 1:35 am two days ago. He appeared to be a victim of a hit and run accident." She noticed two puzzled faces.

"What do you mean, hit and run?" Mr. Weasley asked, stepping even closer to the bed where his son sat in an upright position.

"We suspect that a car hit him and drove off." She said this as gently as possible, though the two in front her seemed outraged at the thought. Before they could say anything, she continued. "John Doe was unconscious, and appeared to be in a coma. He had suffered minimal damage though: minor cuts and bruises. It was the coma that we worried about. Did he suffer brain damage?" Pause. "He had a minor concussion. We X-rayed his head and found that his brain had made impact with the side of his skull. Only when he awoke would we know what damage had been done. Sixteen hours later he finally did awake and we found that he had control of every function but of his memory. Thankfully Mr. Wood came in and identified the John Doe." Her voice trailed off.

They all looked at Percy, who quite literally itching to now get out of this place.

"Father, I am ready to go home now," Percy finally broke the silence, searching the face of his father.

Mr. Weasley turned back to Nurse Rose. "What do we need to do to take him home?"

"Follow me, Mr. Weasley," she looked at Percy. "We'll be back shortly, and then you can go home."

"Oliver are you coming?" Mr. Weasley asked the brunette.

"Thanks, Mr. Weasley, but I'd rather stay right here with Percy for the moment." Oliver said, pulling up a chair.

The elder Weasley followed the nurse across the room to the Nurse's Station.

Percy used his left hand to retrieve his wand from his splint. "Oliver, what's this? I found it in my clothes when they returned my stuff to me." He held it flat in his palm.

"It's your wand: eight inches, elm, heartstring of a dragon inside." Reaching out, he used his hand to curl Percy's fingers closed around the wand and wrapped his own fingers around the hand. "Percy Weasley, you use it to do magic."

"I really am a wizard." Percy looked down his glasses at his wand gripped by his own hand, gripped by Oliver's. "Do I know any spells?"

Oliver gave a cute smile, "A full trained wizard you are. Seven years of schooling we went through to get our licenses to practice magic."

Mouth a little agape, Percy gave the wand a little swish, though their still incased in Oliver's hands. "Amazing."

Percy dropped his incased hand to his thigh, enjoying that little touch of extra contact. "Why do you make me feel like this Oliver?"

"Feel like what?" Oliver innocently asked.

"Like I want to wrap myself in the comfort of you and never move?" Percy whispered, jerking his hand down to pull the other man forward.

Oliver found himself face to face with a Percy he was well familiar with. "Because I would kill for you and die for you." He whispered.

"You must love this Percy Weasley." Percy whispered back, staring into his eyes.

"So then by logic, I must love you, since you are Percy Weasley." He leaned in and kissed him fully.

Both had become fully engrossed in the kiss that they did not hear him walk back up along with the nurse pushing a wheelchair.

When they had finally separated, they heard a small cough. The two looked up to see a father that was a little red in the face and a blushing nurse.

Iris Wood 13th of July 1:51 am

The bond between these two is strong. What will happen now that they have been outed? Tune in next time to see if Mr. Weasley goes ballistic.

Next Chapter: Family Affair part II. The reaction, a healer from St. Mungo's, and a sputtering Ron.

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