Ianna sat down on the bed and started to read. Halfway through the book she fell asleep, her head resting on a pillow Percy had gotten for being Head Boy at Hogwarts.
Chapter 5: Fireplaces and Floo
Sometime early morning, must have been around 6 AM, Arthur Weasley burst into Percy's room. He breathed a sigh of relief when he found Ianna lying peacefully on Percy's bed. When he had stopped by Ginny's room on the way to work and found Ianna not there, he had gone on a rampage, opening all the doors to all the rooms looking for her. Ianna stirred slightly in her sleep and Arthur smiled. The girl was safe, now to see about the mother. He walked downstairs, grabbed a piece of toast and apparated away.
45 minutes later Percy woke up. He looked towards the bed and saw that Ianna was still there. "Ianna," he called. The girl merely stirred. "Ianna! It's time to get up." He said a little louder. Ianna rolled onto her back and opened her eyes. Upon seeing nothing familiar, she bolted upright. She took a deep breath and calmed down as her brain woke up enough to remind her where she was. Her eyes focused on Percy's face.
"Good morning." She said her accent a slight husky due to lack of use while sleeping. She cleared her throat then tried again. "Good morning, how did you sleep?" She noticed he was still in the chair. "I'm sorry I took your bed." Percy shrugged.
"I wouldn't have used it anyway." He said with a smile. He stood up and stretched while running his hands through his hair. "I think it's time for breakfast. Will you accompany me downstairs?" He opened the door and gestured out into the hall. Ianna laughed and stood up. She "gracefully floated" over to the door and curtsied.
"I'd be delighted, milord," she laughed and bounded out into the hall. They made their way to the kitchen, joined on the way by Ginny and Ron. Molly Weasley had made a feast of a breakfast. It didn't seem to bother anyone that they were getting up at such an early hour. In fact, it seemed almost like a tradition. She yawned as she ate. The rest of the day was spent lounging outside. She almost learned how to play Quidditch (her mother had been adamantly against violent broomstick games). At about 7 PM, Mr. Weasley came home. They all ate a lovely dinner and retired to do evening wind-down activities. Ianna wound up in the family room, reading the book she hadn't finished the night before. She had just turned the page when a hissing sound came from the fire. She looked up and saw her father standing before her. She gasped and stood up, her hand going to her pocket for her wand. Belatedly she realized she didn't have her wand with her. It was still in the suitcase in Ginny's room. She backed around the couch and stood near the door. Her father fixed his eyes on her….no, the evil thing inside him fixed its eyes on her. It grinned and slowly began to advance. She screamed and tried to open the door. She could hear it getting closer.
So many things seemed to happen at once. The door burst open and Percy, Molly, and Arthur all came flying in. Three men came hurdling through the fireplace. Her father fainted when one of the fireplace men pointed his wand at her father. One of the three men looked up at them and gasped.
"Percy? Arthur?" the man stuttered. He turned pale then quickly recovered. "I'm s-sorry about this disturbance. We'll be out of here in a minute. We'll make sure you're blocked by floo next time." The man nodded at the other two and they hefted her father and flooed away. Ianna collapsed to the ground and cried. Molly and Arthur looked at each other. Percy bent down and put a hand on Ianna's shoulder.
"C'mon let's get you to bed." He said they walked out, leaving his parents to their worried mumblings. They walked up the stairs until they reached Ginny's room. Ianna mumbled a good night and walked into Ginny's room. Ginny had fallen asleep with the light on. Percy turned it off as he walked back downstairs.
"What was Burns doing with the criminally insane unit?" Percy asked as he walked in. His father didn't know, and neither did he. Whatever the reason, something bizarre was brewing in the Ministry. They spent an hour or so discussing the possibilities, but in the end they were no closer to a theory then they were in the beginning. Percy suggested Dumbledore be told then walked upstairs to his bedroom. He found Ianna asleep on his bed with her hands wrapped around his second pillow. He sighed and went to the bed. He didn't have the energy to move her. He would just sleep next to her. He gently removed the pillow from her arms and propped his head on it. Percy closed his eyes, but opened them again when her arms wound up around him. He relaxed slightly and put one arm around her. He could blame it on a dream in the morning. For right now he was glad for her warmth. It helped distract him from the threat of Voldemort and his followers. She snuggled close to him, and he was reminded of the last time he had spent with Penelope.
She had broken up with him the week before. Now two weeks before graduation, she had come to him crying. She told him that she didn't like not talking to him and if they could just end seventh year as friends, she would be happy. He had agreed. They spent the night in one of the forgotten rooms of Hogwarts, curled up on a sofa. They talked and caught up and reminisced about old times. She had fallen asleep against him in much the same fashion as Ianna was now. His eyes teared as he thought of his Hogwarts days, but he closed his eyes and forced himself to sleep. Tomorrow, he would go to the office and question Burns. That is, if his mother allowed him too. Sometimes it was hard having an overprotective mother. It was, he thought, better perchance then having a crazy father, though.
A/N: I've been having dreams about this story, but can't ever remember them when I wake up. This was the gist of my latest fevered dream. It made more sense when I filled in details then it did in my sick-dream. *Sick as in feverish and coughing, not the other definition. ;)