Ok, I've decided to put a disclaimer, just in case:
I don't own Percy (*cries*) or anything else in the Wizarding World (*cries again*). All people and items mentioned in the books are all property of J.K. Rowling, except Mr. Eavert and company.
Ok, there are a lot more little moppy depressing scenes. Only two lines of crappy humor with Lockhart, because I'm bad at it. Sorry, I have a pathetic sense of humor.
Palomino: Thanks for the review! Now, if I only knew who in the world V.C. Andrews was…
Chapter Four
Molly Weasley, tears running down her face, sobbed at the foot of Percy's bed. "Oh little Percy pumpkin! I didn't know! I didn't know! You could have told me my little Prefect, we would have helped you! Did you think we didn't care? Oh, baby!" She touched Percy's hair affectionately, her tears making the bet extremely wet." She sniffed and rubbed her eyes. "Oh Percy—Why?! Why?! Why did you kill her Percy?! You killed her! You killed little Ginny!" Mrs. Weasley sounded dazed, sad, hurt and angry, and not sure what to express to her son. Mrs. Weasley collapsed next to the bed, hunched down, her sobs blocking the sound of Lockhart trying to get Ron to ask for his autograph.
"Hey, Perce," Fred said, sounding emotionless, "I'm sorry I called you a Pinhead."
"And a stuck up snob," George added, face hard and unreadable.
Ron just sat on the bed and stared forward.
Percy didn't know what to say. What if he was crazy? What if he was stuck here the rest of his life? He would rather die then be forced to stay in this place. He sat there, just staring at the wall, for over half an hour. They all just sat there. The silence was worse then anything. Finally, he began to talk at an incredible pace, not understanding exactly what he was saying, "I'm sorry I wrote that letter, and I'm sorry I was a real prick, and-and," He stopped and stared, "I'm sorry I—" his face was remarkably dry, and he didn't know why. "I'm sorry I killed her! I'm sorry that I killed her! He told me too, Mr. Eavert, he told me too! I swear he did, I saw him, I saw him talking to You-Know-Who in the flames, I sw-swear!"
His mother just looked at him and gave a stuttering sigh.
Percy grabbed her shoulders and looked into her eyes, trying to look trustworthy and serious. "I swear it! I swear it, on, on…" he couldn't think of anything, "I swear it on…on my job!"
George gave a weak little laugh.
Molly just shook her head and went into another flurry of sobs.
Ron looked at the floor, "I don't want to be a Prefect!" He shouted, "I don't want to turn out like Percy, all stuck up—a—and evil and insane!" Ron looked at Percy, eyes full of tears, "She might as well have died in the Chamber of Secrets! That would have been better then her own brother murdering her! I hate you, Percy, I hate you!" Ron got up and stormed to the door, demanding to leave.
Percy wanted to die.
Chapter Five
"Now Percy, tell me about your early childhood. How was it?" Dr. Harrison looked at him kindly.
"Oh, it was alright, I guess." Percy said shortly, sitting up straight in his chair and being snappish out of habit.
"Did you have a lot of friends? Were your siblings nice too you?" This man was being extremely nosey and Percy wanted him to shut up.
"Everyone was passable." Percy glared at them man. Why did he have to be so interested in Percy and his private life?
"Just passable? Were their any tensions?"
"Maybe a few." Percy was feeling uncomfortable.
"Tell me about them."
"No…Nobody would play with me!" Percy felt a tear trickle down his face, and he brushed it away with annoyance. He felt ridicules. This had nothing to do with anything. "Bill always played with Charlie, and they said I was too young to play with them! Fred and George always played with each other, and Ron and…Ginny…were really close." Percy stared at the floor.
"How did that make you feel?"
"Angry, everyone seemed to ignore me except Mum and Dad, so I learned to play with toys and make things up myself." Percy shuffled his feet.
"What did you make up?" The man shifted crossed his legs the other way and looked at Percy expectantly, then wrote something on a pad of paper.
"I made up that I was a great wizard, and everyone admired me, and I was very powerful. I made up that I had defeated You-Know-Who, because my parents were always talking about him, and they always sounded so worried. I didn't really know anything about him, but I knew he was bad." Percy sighed, feeling really pathetic.
"Don't worry Percy, that's very common." The man scribbled more things down. "So, tell me about when you were older."
Percy really didn't want to talk to this man any more. He was beginning to dislike physiologists a lot, considering he could be out there, at work, having fun. Of course, that was really Mr. Eaver's fault, but he couldn't help being annoyed.
"Take your time, Percy." The man bit his pen. Percy hated it when people bit their pens.
Percy continued to watch the man chew his pen. Unable to keep in an annoyed remark, he said haughtily, "You shouldn't chew your pen, sir; you could get ink in your mouth. That could be bad." He shifted in his seat and crossed his legs.
The man raised his eyebrow. "Indeed. So Percy, please continue about your life." He continued to chew the pen. Percy gritted his teeth.
"Well I went to Hogwarts when I was 10, because my birthday was in June, and they had decided I was old enough. I always got top grades."
"Were you proud of your achievements?" Harrison was looking at him with a twinge of annoyance but mostly sympathy.
"Er, well, maybe a little bit. Ok, yes, I was." Percy looked defensive and he knew it.
"That is normal, how did everyone react?" The pen was now mutilated at one end and Percy was getting really agitated. The mans' office was also a mess, full of candy wrappers and scrambled papers. How could he find anything?
"Percy pushed away an Every Flavor Bean box with his foot and pressed the tips of his fingers together. "Well, my mom was very happy, but everyone else wasn't that thrilled, because I was just doing as well as Bill and Charlie."
"How did that make you feel?"
"Annoyed, because no one really seemed to care. I tried really hard to make everyone impressed, but everyone pretty much acted like they expected it, and they weren't even that interested at all." Percy looked at the floor. "I wanted them to think I was perfect, even better then Bill and Charlie, because then they would pay attention! Then they would care!" Percy sat up in his chair and looked directly in to Harrison's eyes, "But they didn't!" Tears started rolling down his cheeks, "Fred and George just laughed at me whenever I would try to be perfect, and I would cry alone at night because I wanted to be special! I wanted not to be "That third Weasley kid" but "Percy," I wanted people to look at me because I was Percy, an individual person, not "Bill's brother!" But as I got more and more perfect on the outside, Fred and George just teased me more, and I learned to act like it didn't matter, like I didn't care! But I did. I did and I never let them know!" Percy got up and began to pace around the room. "They called me bigheaded boy, and Perfect Percy, and, and other things, and they were even worse when I became a Prefect and a Head Boy! I know they loved me, and I loved them, but I hated how they treated me! And I know I acted stuck up and rude, but I didn't want them to see how they had hurt me!" Percy stopped talking but continued to pace.
"Thank you Percy, that's all for now. You can go and play cards; I think that's the activity for the night." Dr. Harrison nodded at Percy, and Percy left, embarrassed.
Of course more is coming in a Chapter 6 and 7, coming soon!