A/N: This chapter is dedicated to Rutu and Jennsyn. You both have given me the longest reviews I have ever had, and you both made me smile, laugh, and generally feel happy. So this is for you guys.

Disclaimer: JK Rowling created Harry Potter and his entire world… he and the world belong to her. Not to me. I don't know if I'd want it, actually. I'm feeling the pressure of keeping this story up to snuff for my few loyal readers… imagine if I had millions of readers! Oh the pressure…. but then again…. I still wish it were all mine.

Percy and Broder didn't relax until they were through the door of Broder's flat. Gasping for breath, Percy sank into a deep brown sofa, while Broder shut and bolted the door. Once it was secure he joined Percy, perching on the edge of the sofa.

"Welcome to my humble home." He said sardonically, gesturing around the dirty room.

Percy sighed and leaned back into the cushions. "Are you kidding? I just spent the last – what was it… a week? – sleeping on the ground then being chained to a bloody wall. It's brilliant." He grinned at Broder who returned the smile before getting up and walking around the apartment.

He peered in every cupboard and cabinet, "Well, it's official, there's almost no food here." He said, "And we're probably going to be here awhile…"

"Shouldn't we tell the Dark Lord about being captured?" Percy asked.

Broder shut the cabinet with a snap, "No." He said firmly turning around to face Percy with an intense expression, "We can't do anything to make him angrier than he already is. Besides, it wouldn't do any good. We didn't find out anything about their headquarters… or any new members of the Order that he doesn't already know of, and personally I was too busy getting out of there to notice anything on the way out…"

"Me too." Percy agreed hastily, thanking the quick memory charm he'd placed on Broder, just enough to make him forget what part of the city the Headquarters had been found in. "I'd just as soon not tell him either. I've had about as much of the Cruciatus Curse as I care for…"

Broder nodded emphatically, giving a little shudder. "I'm running down to the store. I have a little money and we're going to need food. There's a muggle store just around the corner, I won't be gone long."

"All right." Percy said. "I'll probably take a shower or something while you're away.

Once the door shut behind Broder, he considered what to do. He sent a quick message to Dumbledore, letting him know where he was and that he got out without too many problems, then set about exploring the rest of the flat. It was small, but seemed huge after living in single rooms and a small cottage. There was one bedroom, a bathroom, a tiny kitchen, and a small living area.

Percy rummaged around in the linen closet, finally emerging with a towel that seemed clean enough. Smiling a little in anticipation, he made his way into the bathroom and turned on the hot water. He didn't have a wand at the moment, so he was happy that Broder lived in a muggle-flat. He pulled open the little stopper and stepped into the shower, pulling the doors shut behind him.

The hot water soothed his muscles, still sore from the Dark Lord's torture. He worked on keeping his mind totally blank, carefully averting his eyes from the Dark Mark still marring his arm. There would be time enough to work out what he was going to do next, and to process the residual emotion from encountering his parents. For now he just wanted to relax. There was a little shampoo in a container on the floor, he used it and felt weeks of dirt and grime loosen and fall free of his hair, which he noticed was longer than he'd ever worn it before. Next he used the shampoo, he couldn't locate any soap, to wash the rest of the filth from his body. Once he was clean he just stood in the spray and enjoyed the feeling of the hot water.

Finally he stepped out of the shower and toweled off. He thought he heard a door slam, quickly he grabbed his robes and dressed before darting out of the bathroom, unconsciously adopting a fighting stance.

It was only Broder, coming in with a couple of sacks full of groceries.

"Good, it's only you." Percy said, breathing a sigh of relief. Broder gave him a knowing smile before beginning to unload the groceries from the bags. Percy went over to help him and between the two of them they got the groceries put away in only a few minutes.

"Are you hungry?" Broder asked. His mouth his own stomach rumbled, accompanied by a growl from Percy's own. "Guess that answers my question."

Percy nodded. "Why don't you go shower while I make us something." He suggested.

"Trying to tell me something?" Broder grumbled.

"Yeah, and coming from someone whose had to smell you for the last couple of days…" Percy let the sentence trail off, grinning.

Broder good-naturedly gave him the two-fingered salute on the way to the bathroom. Percy watched him go, his good humour fading. He was feeling more and more guilty for deceiving Broder. Part of him tried to rationalize it by pointing to all the things he'd seen Broder do while they were together, but the rest of him thought he was actually a good man, misguided, but good despite it all.

He sighed. There wasn't anything he could do. He couldn't very well give away his own loyalties without know for sure that Broder shared them. Shaking the thoughts from his head he grabbed some eggs from the refrigerator and some bread from the pantry and set about making dinner. He couldn't make anything fancy, but he did make fairly good scrambled eggs and toast. By the time Broder emerged from the bathroom a plate of warm eggs and toast were waiting for him. Eagerly he and Percy both dug in.

He'd underestimated how hungry both of them were; he had to get up several times to make more toast. They'd only made light conversation during supper, there was an unspoken agreement not to discuss anything until they were finished, but finally Broder leaned back in his chair and regarded him with a thoughtful expression.

"You have quite a family." He finally said.

"Yeah." Percy replied shortly. He really didn't want to talk about it. "Bunch of fools, the lot of them." He said as forcefully as he could, "So how long to you think we'll have to stay here?"

Broder continued looking at him with some concern in his eyes, but replied, "Probably a couple of days at least." Suddenly he gave a particularly violent yawn, which Percy couldn't help but mirror.

Percy's arms and limbs were beginning to feel heavy, he suddenly realized he had no idea when the last time was that he slept. He looked at Broder and saw he looked as tired as he felt. "Do you want the bed or sofa?" He asked.

Broder looked as if he were considering, "I think I'm going to be a terrible host and take the bed." He finally said.

"Right." Percy agreed, yawning again. Without another word he walked into the living space and fell onto the sofa. He heard Broder go into the bedroom and shut the door just before he finally fell asleep.

The next few days were some of the happiest Percy had since he'd become a Death Eater. He and Broder fell into a nice pattern of domesticity. The first morning Percy found out, the hard way, that Broder couldn't cook, so after that he made all the meals and Broder cleaned up.

Percy took out a subscription to the Daily Prophet under an assumed name. He began to get caught up with what was going on in the Wizarding world. Everyday there were reports of people missing or killed by Death Eaters, each time he read one of those reports he felt a pang of guilt that he was living comfortably in this flat instead of stopping these things from happening. Broder never said a single word about the attacks, but whenever Percy caught him reading one of the articles his mouth would thin and he would get the same haunted, resigned look in his eyes that he'd had that night at the fire.

Percy was reading other news as well, he found out, with no small amount of satisfaction, that Fudge had been sacked and Amelia Bones was now the new Minister of Magic. A couple of the articles mentioned Percy as well, mostly speculating that it had been the revelation of so many Death Eaters on Fudge's staff and in Fudge's political circle that led to his disgrace, in particular the accusations against his own Junior Undersecretary. He also found out from these articles that he was due to go straight to Azkaban if he were caught, the Ministry apparently had enough evidence to not even bother with the formalities of a trial.

"That's just like them." Broder declared when he found out. "I'm sure they wouldn't give me one either."

Percy silently agreed, but he uncomfortably imagined having to witness at Broder's trial. He quickly changed the subject after that.

Broder was determined that they should have wands. He and Percy both agreed that their wands that were taken by the Order were gone for good. Finally one afternoon Broder disappeared and didn't return until evening.

"Where have you been?" Percy looked up from the book he was reading as Broder walked in the door.

"Acquiring us some wands." Broder replied, throwing a long slender one to Percy. "I hope I got one that will work okay for you… I don't think I ever knew what you had in yours…"

"Holly and Dragon's Heartstring." Percy replied after deftly catching the wand. Experimentally he waved it around and was please when gold and green sparks shot of out of the wand. "It was handed down from my father though… what is this?"

"Oak and Dragon's Heartstring. Looks like I picked a good one."

"Yeah." Percy tucked the wand away in a pocket, feeling immeasurably more secure now that he was armed. "Where did you get these?"

"France." Broder replied. "I can apparate without a wand and I had an account at the Wizarding Bank there under another name. So I bought us some wands at a local wandshop."

"Thanks." Percy said, "Remind me to pay you back when I get some money."

"No worries." Broder said unconcernedly, "The money was just a bit left over from my family's wealthier days."

The next few days flew by. Percy sent regular messages to Dumbledore, but felt a growing sense of urgency. As the days passed there was more and more news of attacks and deaths, Percy felt like he should be doing something… anything!

It had been exactly a week since they'd escaped from the Order of the Phoenix. Percy awoke earlier than usual, he found himself getting back into his old habit of rising with the sun lately, and silently made his way to the kitchen. He'd just begun making breakfast for himself when a tawny barn owl flew through the open window and deposited the Daily Prophet on the table. Percy paid the owl and sat down to read the paper. He gasped as he saw the front headline, "Death Eater Attack Last Night! Several Killed!"

Blood drained from his face as he continued reading. Death Eaters had attempted an attack on a family in Ireland. The woman was a pureblooded witch who'd married a muggle. The Order of the Phoenix, which the newspaper described as a "shadowy organization of witches and wizards who are rumoured to fight against You-Know-Who and all his followers." had somehow heard of the attack and managed to prevent the family from being harmed, however it appeared that many of it's members were hurt in the fight, and some might even have been killed.

"Oh Merlin!" He whispered, his heart started to pound. What if his family had been injured in the fight? He shuddered. He couldn't bear the thought of any of them being hurt… or worse.

"What's going on?" Broder asked suddenly, causing Percy to jump.

Wordlessly Percy handed over the newspaper.

"Bloody hell…" Broder said reading the article. "Twenty of us were captured or killed. Timothy Gale? There goes our last source within the Ministry…" His brow furrowed as he continued reading. "Not a good day to be on either side." He finally said setting down the paper. "I wonder if any Order members were killed…."

"It didn't say." Percy said, hoping his voice sounded normal.

He failed.

Broder looked at him in some concern, "Your family…?"

"I don't know." He almost whispered. Then he mentally shook himself, "It doesn't really matter, they chose their side in this, as I've chosen mine."

Broder nodded but didn't seem convinced.

"I'm going for a walk." Percy said suddenly, "I'm going to go crazy sitting around this apartment. Care to join me?" he asked, hoping Broder would say no.

"No, I don't think so." Broder said. "I'll stay here and get some cleaning done."

"All right then." Percy shoved back from the table and tried not to run from the flat. Once he was outside the door he started walking quickly, trying not to be too conspicuous to the people walking to and from their cars. He needed someplace private… finally he discovered a small bunch of tress that seemed secluded enough.

His heart was fluttering, but his hand was steady enough as he drew out his wand and sent Dumbledore a message. There wasn't enough room to properly pace so he contented himself with walking a few steps back and forth between the trees while he waited for Dumbledore's reply. Finally he felt the feather in his pocket; he pulled it out and whispered "Cinerous." A letter dropped onto the ground, he grabbed it and tore it open. He took just a second to read the contents of the letter before disappeared in a ring of fire.

Percy waited until the air stopped crackling around him before he opened his eyes. When he did he found that he was standing in Dumbledore's office. Dumbledore was standing in front of his desk, looking at him gravely.

"My family…how are they?" Percy asked urgently.

Dumbledore raised one hand, "They are fine, Mr. Weasley. Your brother Bill suffered some minor injuries, but he is well and recovering."

Percy let out a great breath of air in relief and sank into a nearby chair. "I was so worried. I read in the paper…"

"Yes. I can certainly understand your concern." Dumbledore said, smiling a little, "That's why I thought it best that you come here so that you can hear it from me personally."

Percy nodded. He buried his head in his hands for a second, reminding himself over and over that they were okay. When he raised his head he found Dumbledore looking at him in concern, "Are you alright, Percy?" He asked.

"Yeah," Percy said rising from the chair, "I'm fine. I'm just going a little crazy holing up in that flat and not being able to do anything."

Dumbledore nodded in understanding, the twinkle going out completely in his eyes.

"I should be getting back. Broder will wonder where I am." Percy said, after an uncomfortable silence.

"Yes, of course." Dumbledore nodded, "Please continue to be careful Percy, I don't need to remind you want a terrible position you are in."

"Don't worry. I will be." Percy said as fire erupted around him.

He reappeared in the clearing. When Percy opened his eyes he suddenly felt lightheaded. Sitting there, on a log like it was an everyday occurrence, was Broder.

"What are you doing here?" Percy gasped.

"Waiting for you." Broder replied, twirling his wand around in his fingers. "You're a spy." He said calmly.

The world seemed to spin for a second, "What are you talking about? Of course I'm not." Percy said breathlessly. He winced, he knew that wasn't convincing.

"Yes, you are." Broder pulled out a piece of paper and read, " 'Mr. Weasley, I'm alone in my office now. Signed Dumbledore.'" He threw the paper at Percy as he pointed his wand at him. Suddenly he looked furious, "How long? How long have you been betraying the Dark Lord."

Percy sighed he knew it was hopeless now, "Almost from the beginning. I went to Dumbledore's side while we were still at the Mansion."

"You gave Dumbledore the location of the mansion?"

"Yes."

"And the werewolves… you warned them?"

"I did."

"You bastard!" Broder's grip on his wand tightened, "The Dark Lord told me there was something you were hiding, but I never imagined this! I thought we got away from the Order too easily! I suppose that was your doing as well?"

Percy nodded, keeping his eyes on Broder's wand at all time. "I couldn't do it Broder." He said desperately, "I couldn't kill innocent people, no matter what the cause! Surely you understand that." He hesitated, then plunged in, "You could join us! I know you think that what you are doing is right for the werewolves, but you're wrong! Dumbledore has been working for werewolf rights for a long time now! Working for him is not working for the ministry…"

"Dumbledore is a fool." Broder spat, "He'll never get things accomplished. He's too afraid to exercise what power he has! No." he went on more calmly, "I've made my choice."

"And I've made mine." Percy said his stomach filling with dread.

Broder hesitated only a moment before crying, "Stupify!" Percy tumbled to the ground as his world went black.

When the darkness finally receded, Percy was lying on a cold hard floor. He seemed to be in some kind of cell. Quickly he rummaged through his robes, but his new wand was nowhere to be found. Suddenly the door banged open. Broder walked in with a rather large group following.

"I'm sorry, Percy." Broder said with true regret in his voice. "You chose to betray the Dark Lord and tried to get me to do the same… you left me with no choice."

Percy stared, horrified, as Belletrix stepped forward. She was grinning, he shuddered at the glee in her eyes, "Do you know what we do to traitors, Percy?"

A/N: Well, as promised, the 12th Chapter a little later in the day than I'd anticipated but it is still on Wednesday! The schedule still stands. The Epilouge will be posted at noon on Friday if I have to stay up all night the night before to get it written! (chants) it will be done on time…it will be done on time… failure is not an option… it will be done on time….

Jennsyn: It's okay… I love long reviews. They really make my day! Oh, and thanks for your review for chapter 2! As for the ending… I'm not saying a word. You'll have to wait until Wednesday.

Rutu: (accepts the essence of murtlap gratefully) I'm glad you're going to keep reading this. I'm going to be sad when this story is finished… of course by the time this is finished there will probably be only about a half a day until the next book comes out, so…. It's all good.

GMUXMenSoaps: Yes, the Epilogue will be posted Friday at noon. Plently of time for everyone to read (and review!) before HBP comes out.

Livewithout: (blushes) Thanks. Still not saying a word about the ending…