Disclaimer: Boohoo- you know the cause of my pain. Bloody J.K Rowling.

Warning: Character death

I awoke the next day and glanced at the clock, it was 10.30 and not surprisingly everyone was still in bed. I yawned, stretched and snuggled back into the warmth at my back, gently stroking the arm wrapped around me. We were going to Percy's today and although I was apprehensive about it I wasn't nearly as worried anymore.

George stirred behind me and I turned to smile at him as his eyes fluttered sleepily. He smiled back before inhaling deeply "What time is it?"

"Ten thirty" I answered wrapping my arms around him.

"Mm I don't want to get up"

"We don't have to yet."

"I promised Percy I'd be round early to check on him, he had a bad time of it last night" I nodded and climbed unresistingly out of bed.

"Doesn't mean there isn't time shower though," He said winking at me.

I followed him rather hurriedly into the bathroom.

I polished off my last muffin with raspberry jam as mum bustled around us fussily. Know one else as yet had surfaced and even mum winced every time there was a particularly loud noise.

I smirked as she put a pot down rather too loudly, her hand flying to her head and her breath whistling through her teeth.

"Wild night mum?"

"Shut it Fred and eat your breakfast."

"Already have mum," I sang cheerfully.

"Enough with the cheek young man now where is your brother and has he eaten?"

"He's upstairs mum and no he hasn't," I said moving to place my plate in the sink with the rest of the crockery currently washing itself up.

"No worries mum I'm not hungry" George said wandering into the kitchen still combing his hair.

"George Weasley WHAT have I told you about neglecting meals? I don't know honestly getting them to eat properly is such a trial you'd think they'd…" She muttered on to herself as she flicked her wand at some bread and the still open pot of Raspberry jam causing them, some butter and a knife to start making a sandwich.

George rolled his eyes at me and stooped to put his boots on.

"There you are dear, now make sure he eats it Fred and oh better make you a flask of tea as well"

"Mum honestly we're going to eat today!" George said impatiently dragging on a coat while I pulled on mine.

"I'm just making sure you do dear now have a good time where ever your going and I'll see you later."

She kissed us both and we headed out the door and down the drive. We reached the end we turned right and walked down the road a ways. Stopping at a fork George turned to me and held me in his arms.

"Now you're sure you want to do this?" He asked me, worry evident in his eyes.

"Yes I'm sure, he's my brother too after all I shouldn't let a silly emotion such as jealousy get in the way of that."

He smiled at me before apparating us with a crack to what I presumed was Percy's flat.

Percy's flat was small and ugly with musty yellow carpets, whitewashed walls and the stench of illness. Percy himself sat just as George had described him, in an armchair with a tray of countless jars and potions beside him and an old worn blanket draped across his knees.

"How are you Perce?" George said moving over and planting a kiss on Percy's forehead.

My fists clenched at the familiarity and I missed Percy's quiet answer. When George pulled back I saw Percy looking at me curiously with a smile on his face.

"So I see he finally relented and excepted my invitation." He said before coughing violently into a hanky, holding up a hand to ward George off.

He reminded me so much of an old man on his deathbed and I almost laughed because I had always thought of Percy as an old man, but I didn't because not once had I imagined him on his death bed.

"Go and make us a cuppa George please? I've been gagging for one all day!"

George did so and Percy motioned for me to sit down. "So I take it George told you of our ancestors and the legacy?"

"Yes he did," I answered quietly.

"I take it the hostility I am sensing now is because he told you of my feelings towards him?"

"Indeed"

"Hmm" He reclined back in his chair and looked at me in an assessing manner.

"I am not long for this world," He said matter of factly. "And this is due I believe to the fact that George does not return my feelings towards him, because of you" He stopped for a moment and coughed once more into his hanky.

"You see I am a mistake! Every fifth generation of Weasley's so far has had an exact number of children and at least one incestuous couple. You and George were obviously meant to be together so deeply in love as you are and so there is no chance that George would ever choose me. He has chosen you and so any chance at love has been taken from me and I am to be removed because I'm not needed."

He coughed some more and simply looked at me.

I felt suddenly extreme pity and sadness for my brother who was destined to die because George chose me. Of course I could not, would not have it any other way but still… it was very sad.

"I am sorry," I said genuinely meaning it.

"Oh no need to be sorry, George chose you and quite frankly I don't blame him. I understand that right from the start it was always you. It was only when he'd admitted to himself that he loved you that I started to go downhill." He leaned forward towards me suddenly grasping my hand with weak and pale fingers.

"Promise me!" He rasped his voice growing strained. "Promise me you'll look after him! Promise me he'll be loved!"

I stared at him shocked, "Of- of course he will be! I love him with my entire being, I will never let anything happen to him if I can help it!"

He stared deep into my eyes and then seemingly satisfied he muttered something- an incantation I think, that I couldn't quite catch and pressed something cold and metal into my hand and said a final word.

Magic coursed through the room and exploded in myriad of colour but rather than harm me as I expected it flowed through my veins and seemed to settle like a glowing ribbon about my heart. Where it ended I couldn't discern but I knew there was an end. Percy smiled at me tiredly and then fell back into his chair. His eyes gently closed and I realised he'd gone awfully pale.

George ran into the room looking extremely worried and confused as to the cause of the explosion I noticed he was clutching his chest and I moved instantly to see what was wrong but he brushed me off and ran to Percy's side.

I already knew in my heart that Percy was gone and I felt the grief well up in my chest. But the grief… was nothing compared to George's despair as he threw himself beside the chair and shook Percy trying to get a response, tears dripping down his face.

I clenched my fists unconsciously desperately wanting to comfort him but knowing to keep my distance. The cold metal bit into my fist and I opened my hand curiously.

I found a ring.

Hehe laterz!