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"Hello Professor, I'm here to turn myself in."

As soon as the words were out of Percy's mouth he immediately began to feel cold. There was a strange ache in his chest as his stomach writhed in nervousness. He couldn't believe he was doing this, even if the Dark Lord didn't have him killed he was looking at spending the rest of his life in Azkaban.

Then he thought about Penny, he mentally shook himself, he deserved it. Penny was going to live the rest of her life knowing that her ex-boyfriend killed her parents – she was going to live the rest of her life without her family, and he, Percy Weasley, was responsible for it. He winced and tried to think about anything else, he didn't want to think about what he had done… he didn't even want to remember it. He deserved worse than Azkaban.

Dumbledore looked at him sadly for a moment before going to his fireplace. He threw in a pinch of floo powder before leaning in and speaking softly into the green flames. Percy looked around the office, it was just as he remembered, full of warm reds and golds. It was such a dramatic break from the coldness of the Lestrange mansion that, despite himself, Percy began to relax, it felt like he was home.

The feeling didn't last long, apprehension stole back over him as he realized that Dumbledore must've been calling the Aurors. A wave of fear hit him, suddenly all he wanted was to just stay in this warm office, Azkaban would be even colder then the Lestrange mansion.

Dumbledore came back from the fireplace. "Please take a seat, Percy." He conjured up a chair for him, it wasn't anything like the squishy armchairs that Percy remembered from Harry Potter's trial, this chair was wooden and looked hard. He sat in it anyway and studied his knees. If he concentrated hard enough on not thinking maybe he could forget everything. Dumbledore sat across from him, but didn't say a word. Percy found he was unable to look at his former headmaster so he stared down at his knees instead.

Within a few minutes the door flew open. Percy jumped out of his chair and spun to face the door. He was startled, but he kept his head enough to not pull out his wand. That was a good way to get hexed into next week by the Aurors.

However, it wasn't the Aurors who rushed through the door, but a very harried looking McGonagall. Her hair was flying out of her bun, she was wearing her bathrobe and slippers.

"I came as quickly as I could." She said, slightly out of breath. Her eyes turned into ice chips when she saw Percy, but she didn't say anything.

"Professor McGonagall." Dumbledore greeted her warmly, "If you would please escort Miss Clearwater to the medical ward, she is in need of treatment."

McGonagall nodded stiffly. She was deliberately not looking at Percy. He cringed; Professor McGonagall had been his favorite teacher while he was at Hogwarts. Not that he could blame her for being cold, as far as he knew he was the only wizard from her house to become a Death Eater. Probably the only thing keeping her from transfiguring him into a flobberworm was Dumbledore, knowing he would take care of Percy himself.

Without asking any questions, McGonagall levitated Penny and guided her out of the room.

A heavy silence fell over the study. Percy looked down at the floor, to the ceiling, anywhere but at Dumbledore who just continued to sit behind his desk, staring appraisingly at him. Finally Percy couldn't stand the silence anymore. Hesitantly he moved in front of the desk and sat back down in the chair.

"Did you call the Aurors?" He asked hoarsly.

"No."

That surprised him. "Why not?"

Dumbledore continued staring at him for a moment, before speaking. "Tell me what has happened."

Percy was flustered for a moment, he didn't quite know when to begin. Haltingly he began to speak. He told Dumbledore about joining the Death Eaters, everything he could remember about what they were doing and where they were, he spoke of the harshness of the training, the initiation, and finally about murdering Penny's father. His voice broke; by this time tears were welling in his eyes and threatening to spill.

Finally he was finished. Feeling like he was awaiting judgment Percy stared back down at his knees. He tried not to think about Azkaban and Dementers but slowly they crept into his thoughts anyway. He shuddered. Suddenly he wanted very badly to go home. To the Burrow. The tears began to fall as he thought about his mother, if he thought hard enough he could feel her arms around him and hear her soft voice telling him that everything was going to be alright…

Mentally he castigated himself. He didn't deserve to go home. He deserved exactly what he was going to get, Azkaban. The tears stopped, leaving him feeling colder than he had before. He didn't deserve to be sitting here in this warm room he didn't want to be sitting in this room! Why hadn't Dumbledore called the Aurors yet? Suddenly he was irritated.

"Would you please call the Aurors, Professor," he made sure to emphasize the "professor" his cheeks burned as he remembered that he last time he had been in this office he called him simply "Dumbledore." He tried to keep his tone polite, "I would like to turn myself in."

He looked up and saw Dumbledore staring at him, evaluating him, again. He forced himself to stare into those grave blue eyes.

"I might have another way." Dumbledore said finally.

"Pardon me?" Percy felt jarred, what other way was there?

A strange look passed over Dumbledore's face, it was a sorrowful, regretful look. "I might have a way for you to do some good. A way for you to make up for what you have done."

A rock settled somewhere around Percy's stomach. "What do you mean?"

Dumbledore only hesitated a moment, "I have a spy deep within Voldemort's ranks, however, he betrayed Voldemort before, so he isn't trusted. It has been difficult for him to aquire the information that we need…"

Something clicked in Percy's head, "Professor Snape?" he gasped, "I wondered what he was doing there."

A ghost of a smile flitted over Dumbledore's face, "You're very observant, Percy. You'll need that."

"You want me to spy on the Dark Lord." He cringed at calling him the Dark Lord in front of Dumbledore, but his mind had suddenly began to reel. He could do some good… he could possibly even save lives. Maybe he wouldn't have to go back to Azkaban. Maybe he could make up for what he did, maybe he could… no… not go home… he would never let himself go home…. But he could go somewhere new, start a new life…

Then his stomach sank he thought about going to the Lestrange Mansion or facing Voldemort again. In a strangely detached way he wondered how long he would live before they found out what he was doing. It didn't seem like it would be very long. Somehow, Azkaban began to seem like a peaceful alternative.

You would like that! he scolded himself, A chance to go to Azkaban and suffer, how selfish! You have a chance to help people that you've hurt and all you can think about is yourself! In an instant he made up his mind.

"I'll do it."

Dumbledore sighed, "I wish there was any other way, I truly do…"

"It's okay. I want to do it. I want to help…" Percy's voice trailed off.

"You must avoid suspicion at all costs, you're not an Occlumens by any chance are you?" Dumbledore looked worried for a second.

"No." Percy had always been fascinated by the subject, but had never had time to learn. "I know some of the basics, but that is about it."

"You'll have to sneak away and come back here for lessons then. Voldemort is a very good Legilimens, as it sounds like you've already found out. You'll need to know how to protect yourself."

Percy nodded, feeling very tired again. A question occurred to him, but he hesitated before he asked. "How are my parents?" He looked at Dumbledore intently, "Do they know… about me?"

"Yes." Dumbledore answered softly, "They are both quite distraught, as are your brothers and sister. Although now that they are all home from Hogwarts for the summer they seem to be better."

"The Order is hunting me, aren't they?" Percy asked, "Are my parents helping them?"

"Yes, the Order is hunting you." Dumbledore looked at him steadily, "Your parents, after becoming aware of your allegiance to the Dark Lord insisted that they help find you. They seem to think that if they could talk to you they could bring you back…"

"They probably could have." Percy said sadly, "But now it's too late isn't it? It's either this or Azkaban."

Dumbledore nodded almost imperceptibly, "I would have no power to keep you from Azkaban, Percy. But if you help, you can make up for what you've done…"

Percy nodded and ran his hands through his hair. If only he hadn't been so stupid in the first place….

"I will, however, inform the Order of your status, you don't have to worry about them looking for you. Your parents…"

"No." Percy stated tonelessly.

Dumbledore regarded him with a thoughtful look, one that Percy kept expecting to turn into blame at any moment. "You don't want them told?"

Percy leaned forward, his eyes flashing intensely. "They can't know. I can't face them until I've made up for what I've done." He settled back in his chair and closed his eyes. When he opened them again he seemed to have aged years. "Until then it's better if everyone believes I'm still loyal to the Dark Lord."

"Are you sure? If the rest of the Order do not know they will not stop hunting you."

"Isn't that better anyway? As long as the Order doesn't stop then he won't suspect me."

Dumbledore nodded faintly, "It will make things harder for you…"

"I deserve it." Percy closed his eyes with another shudder. Unbidden Penny's father came to mind, his eyes glazing over as he fell to the floor… Penny chained up in the Dark Lord's dungeon shrieking in pain, "If it makes it so that I am more useful to you then so be it."

Dumbledore regarded him for a long moment before nodding. He stood and offered his hand to Percy, "It is agreed." He said sadly.

Feeling vaguely like he was agreeing to his own doom Percy stood and grasped the old man's hand. "It is agreed."

A/N: There you have it! What this story has been leading up to all along! And you though I wasn't going to give Percy any feelings. (scoffs). I feel like I'm using an obvious plot device, but blame my muse. This is all she gave me! Again sorry for the delay in updating (falls to knees and begs for forgiveness) I keep having these exam- like thingys and this homework stuff that is always getting in the way….

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