Well, this is the last chapter, epilogue, finale, whatever you like to call it! Enjoy!
Percy's eyes screwed tightly shut, his hands clutched at his sides until his knuckles turned white, and with what was left of his tiny voice, he whispered softly to himself.
"I'm sorry Oliver."
A thunderous bang suddenly screamed through the room and Percy whimpered in pure terror as shouts and roars surrounded him.
His head whirled as he heard spells flying past him at incredible speeds. He opened his eyes to view the commotion around him but he did not manage to see anything before he felt a force like a rock smash against his stomach.
He felt sick and suddenly light headed.
He kept his eyes closed and he curled up in the chair, weeping in extreme pain. His stomach hurt like nothing imaginable and he could feel himself slipping slowly from consciousness, the shouts and cries filling his head like a cursed lullaby.
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"Oliver! Oliver!"
Oliver's eyes flew open as the shouts of his mother reached him. He rolled over heavily yet quickly and found the bedroom door wide open, his mother standing there, wide eyed and breathless.
"They found him!"
A seconds silence followed this revelation.
All pain escaped Oliver's body and he leapt to his feet and followed his mother at top speed down the stairs.
They couldn't have found him. It was too good to be true.
Everyone was in the living room, gathered around the largest sofa. Molly was crying and all of the Weasleys were holding hands.
Oliver couldn't see their expressions.
Oliver slowly advanced towards the crowd and both Ron and Bill moved to the side to let him through.
Oliver had thought that he would never see this again.
There, in front of him, was his husband.
Percy's eyes were softly closed as his chest rose and fell lightly as he dreamed in a sweet slumber.
Oliver collapsed onto his knees beside his husband. His heart was bursting inside his chest with elation at seeing his him back at home where he belonged, away from the terrors that wished to harm him.
Everyone seemed to vanish from the room as Oliver gazed at the love of his life. He brought his hand up to stroke the silky skin of the red head's face. His eyes traced every inch of his beautiful features and his hand traced its way down to his husband's stomach. It rested there. A saddened frown traced onto Oliver's lips and his other hand took his husband's.
Had they done it?
"Oliver?"
The brown haired boy was brought from his solitary thoughts by the voice of one of the ministry officials.
"Did they do it? What happened?" Oliver asked urgently, turning but not letting go of Percy's hand.
"Well we managed to find them in a small flat in London. The kidnappers are in our top security prison in the ministry."
"Who was it?" Oliver asked, anger rising in his voice. The official was silent for a moment as he contemplated the best way to inform Oliver of the important information.
"Do you remember the nurse who treated you when you were at St Mungos?"
Oliver's free hand clenched into a fist and fire blazed in his eyes.
"Well, it was her and her two daughters." The official finished, feeling very disappointed in the woman who called herself a healer.
Oliver's heart was brimming with rage at the actions of that pitiful woman. He wanted to see her suffer for putting his husband through hell.
He wanted to hurt her.
"Oliver?"
The name was quietly uttered by a tiny, weak voice beside him.
Oliver whipped his head around and saw his husband's eyes fluttering open. Those beautiful eyes that he had missed so much.
"Percy!"
The entire room turned its attention towards the red head lying on the deep, soft sofa.
All fury flew from Oliver's mind as he beheld the man before him. Molly threw herself onto her son and wept uncontrollably as she held her precious boy close.
"Oh my word! Percy are you alright? Percy speak to me what did they do to you?" Molly stammered as she pulled away from her son and started checking him frantically.
"Mum, I'm okay, honestly." He whispered and he winced when Molly ran her hand over his lower stomach.
"What is it Percy? What did they do to you?" Molly shouted as she started to cry again.
"Mum, can I see Oliver?" Percy whispered again, staring his mother directly in the eyes, pleading silently. Molly nodded in understanding and moved away, quite unwillingly, from her son.
Oliver, who had been pushed out of the way by Mrs Weasley, was now able to see his husband.
He looked tired. His hair was dishevelled and his eyes were strangely hollow. His skin was pale and his freckles seemed less predominant than usual. He looked ill and Oliver was crying inwardly that he could have let this happen to the man he loved.
"Oliver." Percy whimpered, holding out his arms towards the brown haired boy. Oliver fell back to the ground and encased his husband in the most needy embrace that he could give.
Oliver closed his eyes as an unbelievable sense of relief washed over his aching body. He ran his fingers up Percy's neck and into his hair and Oliver felt his husband slightly tighten his weak grip around his shoulders.
"Oh Percy. I'm so sorry." Oliver breathed.
"Why?" Percy mumbled into Oliver's neck.
Oliver couldn't quite believe what he was hearing.
"I let you get taken away from me. I should never have let that happen." Oliver explained as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
Percy weakly placed his hands on Oliver's arms and softly urged him to move away slightly. Percy locked gazes with Oliver and spoke softly, so only his husband could hear.
"You could never have stopped it happening. The fact that you were so worried just makes me realise how lucky I am to have you protecting me."
Oliver smiled sadly and slowly pressed his lips gently against Percy's. Those lips felt like heaven to Oliver and he was desperate to keep himself there forever. Percy wrapped his arms around Oliver's back and held himself close to his love. After a long, blissful moment, Percy slowly pulled away and lay back onto the sofa from his slight sitting position.
All of the Weasleys flocked around Percy and started to fuss over his well-being. He was hugged by each of the other red-heads and the most touching scene was delivered by Ron.
The youngest Weasley paused before welcoming home his brother. Percy stared at him, confusion swirling in his eyes. Ron's eyes were almost misty, steely and threatening.
"Percy. If anyone ever hurts you again, I will make sure to personally curse them until even a dementor would not be able to sense them."
Ron had then proceeded to almost crush his welled up brother.
"Hey Ron, I want a little breath left in m husband if you don't mind!" Oliver laughed, bringing the first glimpse of fun back into the household. Percy smiled briefly as Ron let him go but he soon became saddened once more. Oliver turned to one of the officials.
"What happened to him?" He asked quietly, yet with a tone that was demanding and powerful.
"Well-"
"They did it."
Percy was sitting up, his legs crossed and his hands clasped in his lap.
Oliver turned back to his husband and stared with disbelief.
"What?"
Percy began to cry.
"They did it Oliver. I felt it."
Percy was whimpering as he cried and his head hung low as the tears flowed down his ivory white cheeks. Oliver rushed to his side and pulled Percy close against him. Oliver could not believe the words that fell from his husband's lips.
Percy was shaking as he leant against Oliver, and Oliver rocked him gently as Percy's hands found their way to Oliver's top. The brown haired boy rested his head reassuringly on top of Percy's.
"Sir?"
One of the ministry workers stepped forward quickly towards the two, who were both by now silently crying. Molly was clinging to her husband and for the rest of the room, the words really hadn't sunk in.
"This isn't the best time." Oliver snapped, glaring in the direction of the middle aged man.
"But Mr Wood," He started, "Your baby isn't dead."
The room fell silent.
"Wh- What?" Percy stammered, moving away from Oliver to face the man. "But I felt it."
Percy was thoroughly confused and he rubbed his stomach lightly.
"Why are you lying to me? I felt the spell hit! They killed my baby!" Percy shouted, starting to shake and become so worked up, his breathing became ragged. Oliver came to his aid and supported his husband by wrapping his arms around his shoulders.
"Sir please listen, it was not their spell that hit you, it was ours."
Percy still seemed traumatised so Oliver, who was very confused, held his husband even tighter.
"We had to stop them performing that spell so we cast a shield spell against you."
Percy sat heavily back onto the sofa as he listened to the wizard.
"It may have felt that hard because there were five of us who said the enchantment at the same time."
Oliver turned to gaze hopefully at the wizards and witches around him.
"So, you mean-"
"Your baby is completely unharmed."
The wizard smiled kindly at the young couple and jumped slightly as both Molly Weasley and Sarah Wood burst into tears simultaneously with corresponding howls.
Slowly, Percy's expression turned from one of sheer confusion and worry, to one of un-paralleled joy. His eyes filled with tears and an unbelievable smile flushed across his face.
Oliver was speechless.
Percy threw himself once again into Oliver's arms and wept against his chest.
Oliver brought Percy away from him and stared gleefully into the now sparkling eyes of his husband. His boyish smile gleamed as he saw the happiness shining in Percy's face. He loved the red head and he was never going to let him go.
"Oliver." Percy whispered, leaning his forehead against Oliver's.
No. Oliver would never let him go.
"It's a boy."
The End.
I could never have killed Percy's baby, you should know by now that I'm just a sucker for a happy ending! Is their enough public support for a sequel? I would just like to say thank you so much for all of you who have reviewed, there are too many to mention you all right here but I will write you all e mails personally to thank you. It would really help me if you could find it in your hearts to write me just one more review to let me know how the story summed up as a whole. If you are an anonymous reviewer please leave your e mail so I can write my thank yous. Please let me know! Thank you so so so much again and I hope that I will be back writing as soon as possible but for the moment, I am going to read all of my reviewers stories and give you all a taste of your own medicine! Hehe! Have a sweet of your choice out of my giant sweet jar! Bye bye! xxx
