A/n: Here's a new chapter—a real chapter. I hope you find this up to your standards, and even though I know it's not nearly long enough, and for that I apologize.
Liv
Percy and Hermione walked hand in hand to the nearest floo connection, at the Leaky Caldron. Hermione kept glancing down at their clasped hands, and felt slightly uncomfortable at first, but as they walked she grew more comfortable with the feeling of warmth Percy's hand seemed to radiate. Percy was seemingly oblivious to the fact that they were still holding hands and the look on his face told why.
"Percy, it'll be ok. Your mum misses you. So does your dad. I admit, it'll take your brothers and sister a little longer, but they'll warm up. Don't be nervous." Hermione patted his shoulder with her free, right hand and Percy tried to smile, but only managed to make a sick face.
They walked the rest of the way in silence, Hermione still glancing done at their hands and Percy lost in his thoughts about what he would say to his Parents. Before either had realized it, they had reached the pub and were making their way to the fireplace at the back.
Percy grabbed some of the fine powder that would allow him to step into the flames, and tossed it in. "The Burr. . .," Hermione grabbed his shoulder and shook her head.
"They won't be there. It's not safe, especially since the family has become so important to Harry. I mean, you can imagine the danger that puts them in, Voldermort is targeting everyone Harry cares for. They'll be . . ." Hermione stuttered as she tried to say Grimmauld Place. She couldn't figure out why she couldn't say the name, and then she remembered that, as the Secret Keeper, only Dumbledore could tell someone, "We'll have to go to Hogwarts."
Percy nodded and turned back to the flames. They had returned from the emerald green to the warm reds and oranges of natural, and dangerous, fire. Percy threw another handful of powder into the flames and yelled, "Dumbledore's Office, Hogwarts!" As he stepped into the flames, he began turning and disappeared. Hermione followed suit a few seconds later.
A couple of seconds later, Hermione popped out of a new fireplace, and straightened up. As she dusted the soot off her clothing, she saw shocked faces of many Order members, among them Arthur, Molly, Bill, Charlie, Fred and George Weasley.
"Percy? Percy is that you?" Molly Weasley had risen out of her seat and was walking slowly towards Percy. "Oh my, my, your back?"
Percy couldn't seem to find his voice, he could only nod as Mrs. Weasley advanced some more. He glanced to his left, to the fireplace, looking for Hermione. Their gazes met and Hermione hurried to his side, knowing someone needed to explain.
As he realized Hermione was in the room, Dumbledore rose, "Miss Granger, what are you doing here, tumbling out of my fireplace, with Mr. Weasley? I thought you were in your rooms."
"I'm sorry, sir. I'll explain everything. Could we talk in private? Me, you, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and, and, Percy of course."
"Yes, yes, of course, just let us finish up this meeting. If you would take Mr. Weasley here, somewhere where he won't be interrogated. And then I'll send Dobby to fetch you when the meeting is over."
"Yes sir." Hermione grabbed Percy's hand again and led him from Dumbledore's office.
Ok, there's chapter 3. Please review.
Liv