Summary: Percy's thoughts after Fudge's announcement of "Lord-Thingy"s
return in the Daily Prophet. Disclaimer: Character is not mine, belongs to
that brilliant lady, J.K. Rowling.
Wrote this last July, gotsome spiffy nice reviews, made some changes,
reposted, k?
So they were right. Dumbledore is never wrong. I should have
known. I had spent over seven years of my life around the greatest wizard
that ever lived, and I still doubted him.
Oh, yes. Percy Weasley was brilliant!
I shunted my family aside. Mum even sent me a Christmas sweater.
Idiotically, I sent it back. With no note. My family hates me. And I can
not blame them. I pulled a Fudge on them! I was blinded by power. Why?
Because for once, I, Percy had some influence. Influence bigger than
prefect, bigger than head boy, bigger than anything beyond my books. I was
someone, and I loved it. Even more than the things I once cherished.
I lost Penelope.
The only girl who looked past my glasses and to the person I was inside.
The wonderful, beautiful girl who didn't think I was a nerd. Well, she
certainly thought differently now. But none of that seemed to matter then.
I had power. I watched when Dumbledore nearly got sent to Azkaban. I
ignored my father whenever I saw him. And even when I didn't.
I told my brother to betray his best friend.
A boy I'd known and liked for four years. How cruel fate is! I had a
girlfriend, an excellent job, a large loving family.and I threw it away
like last week's trifle. Oh, I know they will forgive me. Even my brothers.
Slowly, grudgingly, but eventually. I need their forgiveness, but I'm so
ashamed. I'm like a little boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar
before supper. But a thousand times worse. It's a shame that burns inside
me, like white fire licking my insides and making me cry out in pain. I
can't sleep, I don't care to eat, and nothing matters anymore. I don't know
who I am or where I'm going.
I'm so lost.
return in the Daily Prophet. Disclaimer: Character is not mine, belongs to
that brilliant lady, J.K. Rowling.
Wrote this last July, gotsome spiffy nice reviews, made some changes,
reposted, k?
So they were right. Dumbledore is never wrong. I should have
known. I had spent over seven years of my life around the greatest wizard
that ever lived, and I still doubted him.
Oh, yes. Percy Weasley was brilliant!
I shunted my family aside. Mum even sent me a Christmas sweater.
Idiotically, I sent it back. With no note. My family hates me. And I can
not blame them. I pulled a Fudge on them! I was blinded by power. Why?
Because for once, I, Percy had some influence. Influence bigger than
prefect, bigger than head boy, bigger than anything beyond my books. I was
someone, and I loved it. Even more than the things I once cherished.
I lost Penelope.
The only girl who looked past my glasses and to the person I was inside.
The wonderful, beautiful girl who didn't think I was a nerd. Well, she
certainly thought differently now. But none of that seemed to matter then.
I had power. I watched when Dumbledore nearly got sent to Azkaban. I
ignored my father whenever I saw him. And even when I didn't.
I told my brother to betray his best friend.
A boy I'd known and liked for four years. How cruel fate is! I had a
girlfriend, an excellent job, a large loving family.and I threw it away
like last week's trifle. Oh, I know they will forgive me. Even my brothers.
Slowly, grudgingly, but eventually. I need their forgiveness, but I'm so
ashamed. I'm like a little boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar
before supper. But a thousand times worse. It's a shame that burns inside
me, like white fire licking my insides and making me cry out in pain. I
can't sleep, I don't care to eat, and nothing matters anymore. I don't know
who I am or where I'm going.
I'm so lost.