"This place is as dreary as a morgue."

"What did you expect Perce the dead cling to this place like a lifeline."

"That was surprisingly deep Fred." Charlie said turning slightly to face his brother.

"Well I am capable of being serious Charlie." Fred replied ignoring the snorts from Bill and Percy.

"It's because the others have gone back to school." George said quietly moving farther into the kitchen of number 12 Grimuld Place.

Percy sighed following his younger brother in and sitting down across from him. School had started again at Hogwarts and since Percy no longer was at deaths door they had been forced to return to the dreary old place. Of course since Percy had barely known Sirius it didn't have the same meaning to him as the others.

"I'll miss the younger kids." George sighed to himself.

"Don't you mean you'll miss one particular younger kid little brother?" Bill teased his eyes full of mischief.

"Oh don't tease him Bill he can't help it if he's head over heels for our little brothers best friend." Charlie grinned.

"Who Harry?" Fred asked feigning confusion.

"Shut up you lot!" George cried the Weasley full body blush taking affect.

"You know George if you don't act fast somebody else will snatch her up." Charlie teased ignoring his brothers discomfort.

"Perce a ruling here please." George said appealing to his only remaining brother who had not taken a hand in teasing him.

"Charlie, Bill, Fred leave George alone if he doesn't want to talk about his obsession oops I mean crush then he doesn't have to."

"Thanks Percy." George said grudgingly knowing there had been a joke at his expense in there somewhere.

The five brothers went quite for a time just thinking. Or in George's case mooning over the lose of Hermione. Sometimes Fred was convinced being older was overrated as the silence finally got to much for him.

"Well Percy the job opening at our shops still there if your interested."

"Thanks but no thanks Fred, I've already talked with Dumbeldore about it and he has agreed to let me join the Order as a field agent." Percy muttered looking down at his folded hands so he didn't see the dawning looks of horror, concern, and anger on their faces.

"What?"

"Percy you have got to be joking." Bill said incredulously.

"But I'm not joking Bill." He said tilting his head defiantly.

"Perce you can't be a field agent you just almost were killed for the bloody Order we don't need it to happen for real next time."

"Are you so sure I'll be killed Charlie?" Percy hissed a dangerous undertone to his voice that his brother either didn't notice or chose to ignore.

"You don't have the skill to fight against grown dark wizards and witches Percy!"

"I'm not a child I can take care of myself!"

"And you've done smashingly well at proving that so far!" Charlie spat venomously at his brother shaking with rage.

"Bloody hell Charlie." Fred whispered even he realized that might be going a little to far.

"You and Bill are field agents Charlie! Why shouldn't I be?" Percy cried standing up from his chair.

"You are not us Percy. No matter how hard you try you'll never be us." Charlie returned starting to get a hold of his emotions again.

Bill stood still watching as Percy deflated right in front of them at Charlie's careless words. The hurt in his eyes showed through as it looked like he was trying to hold back tears. Percy hated to cry in front of his family.

"That's what this is really about isn't it Percy?" Bill asked softly moving to angle the chair next to Percy so he could sit down, "Your still trying to prove yourself to everyone."

"I don't know what your talking about Bill."

"Are you sure of that Perce?"

Percy frowned torn between one answer to his brothers personal question or the other answer. One answer would simplify things a great deal. If he just said yes then they could move on he didn't need his brothers approval anyway. But on the other hand if he gave in to his conscience and said no then Bill would want him to examine his feelings. Percy hated to examine his feelings.

"No I'm not sure." Percy sighed refusing to meet any of his brothers eyes.

"Is this really what you want Percy?"

"No."

"What do you want?"

"I don't know Bill, I just don't know."

"Good."

"Pardon?" Percy asked looking up in surprise at his brother.

"Your young Percy you have your whole life ahead of you to decide what you want." Bill smiled brushing a lock of curly red hair out of his brothers face tenderly.

"But you and Charlie-"

"No, no me and Bill. Your just you Perce that's all you need to be." Charlie smiled coming over to stand behind Percy and squeeze his shoulder reassuringly.

"How do I just be me Charlie?" Percy asked his brother and for a minute for his two older brothers he looked like the little kid who used to beg them for rides on their broomsticks, or sneak into their beds after he had a nightmare.

"Who is me for that matter?" Percy sighed.

The twins who had remained quite and off to the sides the entire fight spoke up determinedly.

"You are Percival Ignatius Weasley." Fred answered grabbing his brothers hand in his, "You are an artist and a musician, a lover and a friend."

"But most of all your our brother Percy." George smiled taking Percy's other hand in his, "And we wouldn't have you any other way."

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