Harry Potter & Carbon Copies of You

By The Short Fat Fag

Chapter Nine: To Catch the Last Death Eater

Three weeks later found Harry, in his bounty hunter guise of Thunder, tracking his prey down to a small fishing village on the coast of Wales. The town was a Muggle settlement, no known wizards or witches lived anywhere near it, which Harry found to be the perfect places for Death Eaters in hiding to be.

Mere hours after he had accepted the bounty, he was on the trail of Percy Weasley. Harry had gone through all the information that the Ministry had on him from the time Percy had started working there until he had been sacked by Cornelius Fudge just before he was removed from office at the end of Harry's sixth year. Most of this Harry already knew, but after Percy had been sacked, he disappeared and his family had no idea what happened to him. Molly Weasley had searched for her son for weeks before the war took over most of her time.

It had not been a happy time for anyone in the wizarding community.

However, what the file did say was that after he had been sacked by the Ministry, Percy began to have dealings with suspected Death Eaters. Percy had claimed that they were old friends from his days at Hogwarts and indeed they were all about the same age of Percy. Harry had even recognized a couple of the names, most noticeably Marcus Flint.

Yes, Marcus Flint, Harry remembered him well. He had a promising career in Quidditch until he joined the Death Eaters. Harry had caught up with him four years ago, while he was working as the flying instructor and Quidditch coach at the Durmstrang Institute. He had taken over the position when the previous instructor had gone missing suddenly and they were in need of a new one. It had been one hell of a fight capturing him, but Harry had done it and received the bounty for him.

That was in the past and right at this moment Harry was watching a cottage on the edge of town where he had tracked Percy too three days earlier and he was convinced that this was where the wayward Weasley had been living for the past few years. The one thing that puzzled Harry the most about all of this was the fact the house, had such a small magical signature attached to it. Most dwellings where witches and wizards live tend to absorb ambient magic from their residents and take it into the very wood and plaster that made up the home. This one had very little of that and yet it appeared that Percy had been there for many years. This intrigued Harry.

Harry didn't have long to ponder this particular riddle as he saw Percy riding a bicycle down the street towards his home. Soon the tall man had stopped and had put his bicycle in the shed and had gone into his home carrying a few books with him.

Harry knew it was time to move in, and with a crack he apparated into the sitting room of Percy's cottage, where he surprised the tall red headed man. Upon seeing the dark hooded man appear in his home, Percy yelled in surprise and back up against the wall in fear.

"Please, sir, don't hurt me."

This surprised Harry, Percy usually wasn't this cowardly. In his huskiest and most menacing voice Harry asks, "Where is your wand wizard?"

"I don't have a wand sir," Percy replied and began to slide down the wall to the floor with his arms over his head.

"LIAR!" bellowed Harry. "I know that you are a wizard and I want to know where your wand is."

"It's in a box on the mantle," Percy cried in terror. "Please don't hurt me."

With a wave of his hand, the box was summoned to Harry and he opened it to find Percy's wand. It looked old and weathered as if it had been hundreds of years old.

"You should take better care of your wand, Death Eater."

"I'm not a Death Eater," said Percy defiantly, suddenly finding his courage. "If you're here to kill me then do it, but I am no Death Eater."

"Really?" asked Harry. "Why should I believe you?"

"Because I was their victim."

Intrigued, Harry put his hand into this pocket and pulled out a small vial of clear liquid and tossed it to the red headed man. "Drink this."

Percy stared at the vial in his hand and asked, "What is it?"

"Poison."

Percy gulped and looked scared.

"Its truth serum Weasley," Harry said in sneering voice that he was used for years to scare his prey. "Now drink it."

Percy took the stopper out of the vial and downed the potion and waited.

"What is your name?"

In a monotone voice he replied, "Percy Ignatius Weasley."

"Are you the son of Arthur and Molly Weasley?"

"Yes."

Harry looked at him for a moment and then he asked, "Are you a Death Eater?"

"No."

"Are you a wizard?"

"Not anymore."

"How did that happen?" asked Harry.

Sighing and in the same monotone voice, Percy began to explain. "After I left the service of the Ministry of Magic I had been approached by several people I once knew when I was a student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. They had heard about my departure from the Ministry and offered me an opportunity."

"What kind of opportunity did they offer you?"

"They were trying to recruit me into becoming a Death Eater."

"Did you want to join?"

"I thought about it, but ended up declining them."

"What happened then?" Harry asked again.

As a single tear fell down his face Percy continued, "They abducted me and tortured me for several days. They used the cruciatus curse on me and the imperious curse as well. When I had reached my usefulness, they were about to kill me when He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named himself saved my life. He had come up with a plan to take away all of Harry Potter's magic and make him into a squib and he needed a test subject."

Feeling momentarily sad that Percy had to suffer because of him, Harry continued his questioning. "What did they do to you then?"

"They stripped me naked and strapped me into a chair where they proceeded to forced different potions into our mouths."

"Our? Were there others there also?"

"Yes, I was not the only test subject. There were twelve of us all together. Twelve of us stripped naked and strapped into those torture chairs," Percy said sadly.

"Then what happened?"

"They watched and monitored us for day or so and then they put us into a large cell where we found our wands. We thought that we had found a miracle and would be free, but we were in for the cruelest of all jokes. When we tried to cast spells, we found that we were unable to do so anymore. We had become squibs."

"Do you have any magic left in you?" asked Harry hopefully.

"Very little and I can't control it very well."

"Damn," whispered Harry and waited for the effects of the potion to wear off.

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A few hours later, after the truth potion had worn off and Harry had apparated both himself and Percy away from Wales, Percy awoke from his potion induced sleep and found himself in very familiar surroundings. Surroundings that he never thought he would see again.

"He's awake," yelled a little girl with strawberry blonde hair.

"Who are you?" Percy asked the girl groggily.

"Henny Weasley," she replied. "Who are you?"

"Percy Weasley."

"We must be related," Henny said and then she ran away.

Just as Percy was sitting up on the couch in the sitting room of the Burrow, he looked up and saw his mother and siblings standing in the doorway between that room and the kitchen. He wasn't sure what to make of it.

"Percy Ignatius Weasley," bellowed Mrs. Weasley, "Have you completely lost your mind? Harry told us that you've been seriously hurt and you never thought to come home and ask for help? What were you thinking?"

"It was better this way. Better that you remembered me as I was and not what I had become."

"A great prat?" asked one of the twins.

"Or perhaps a selfish git?" asked the other one.

"Or would you rather let us think that you were a Death Eater, son?" Mr. Weasley asked his son with sadness in his eyes.

"I was never a Death Eater, NEVER!" exclaimed Percy.

Taking her place at the front of the group Mrs. Weasley says, "Then perhaps you can explain to me why the Ministry wants to take you into custody?"

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"Harry?"

Turning from his seated position on the back stairs of the Burrow, Harry peered over his shoulder and saw Charlie Weasley stepping out of the house towards him.

"Hey Charlie, why aren't you in there interrogating Percy?"

"Mum hasn't finished her turn yet," Charlie said with a smile as he sat down beside the bounty hunter.

Harry smiled to and looked into Charlie's eyes. Charlie had amazing eyes. Why hadn't Harry ever noticed them before?

"Well, I expect she may take her turn for a long time then," Harry said with smirk.

"Probably," agreed Charlie. "But that should give us time."

"Time for what?"

"This," Charlie said as he leaned over and let his tongue brush gently over Harry's lips, which parted for him to enter.

"Wow," Harry whispered when Charlie pulled away. "You know I have a lover don't you?"

"Two from the sounds of things," Charlie said smirking.

"Three actually."

"Three?" the Dragon tamer asked incredulously. "How many men do you need in your bed Harry?"

"Well, two blondes and the brunette keep me rather busy."

"No red heads? That doesn't seem right to me mate."

Smiling behind his black heard, Harry says, "Are you applying for a position Mr. Weasley?"

"What are the rewards?"

"Want to find out first hand?"

"Desperately."

Then hand in hand Harry and Charlie rise from the back steps of the burrow and make their way over to Mr. Weasley's tool shed where they check out each other's qualifications. As they entered the shed, they turned to each other and began to kiss passionately, as Harry began to strip the muscular wizard of his robes.

An hour and a half later, Harry learned that Charlie had excellent references.

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Later that evening, as Harry and Charlie reentered the Burrow through the back they find the others already eating supper.

"Where have you two been?" the Weasley matron asks.

"I was showing Harry Dad's tool shed," Charlie replied with a smile.

"Well, your food is getting cold; you better sit down and eat."

Charlie sits down and digs in, but Harry remains standing. "I'm sorry, but I still need to take Percy in to the Ministry."

Mrs. Weasley started to argue, but Harry cut her off, "Percy still needs to get his name cleared and perhaps they even have a cure for the potions they gave him when he was held captive."

Mr. Weasley came up behind his wife and laid his hand on her shoulder for comfort and she nodded her head in understanding.

"Don't worry," Harry began, "I'll stay with him until he is cleared."

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