Chapter 2
CHARLIE POV
A/N: Hey you people (those that actually read this) should send me reviews... I like reading them. Plus i'm getting a little self- conscious about this story.
For Charlie Weasley to be staying in his younger brother's flat until Bill's wedding seemed rather odd. If it wasn't for his mother's asking, he would've much preferred the Twins place. Seeing, as how they have more in common with each other.
However that is where he found himself in July. The wedding not being until August. After hearing about the whole 'Percy' thing he himself was prepared not to ever speak to the 3rd Weasley son.
So when he met Percy in the flat, pretending to be ecstatic to see him, it felt as though the other redhead was either bored or not even bothering to care. The lazy gesture to the guest bedroom...
To his upstanding expectations it had that creepy 'perfection' to it. The sterilized clean sheets, the highly polished headboards and nightstand. The only place that seemed like Percy. The living room had a very cold and clammy feel to it. The dark desolation of it. It didn't seem at all normal for Percy.
Not that Percy was ever really normal, but at least he tried.
Waking up in Percy's place was like having the flat as his own. By the third day or so he asked the Twins' to go over to hold meetings on the Resistance. He didn't suspect Percy would care...
He wasn't disappointed.
Fred constantly kept saying Percy was a git. After a week it became apparent that the curly red head could care less. The sound of blaring music would vibrate the walls. Sometimes a guitar or the smell of cigarette smoke would accompany it.
Charlie had gone in his room once.
Appearances can be deceiving.
Mrs. Weasley often asked Charlie to bring Percy 'round. Mr. Weasley would say nothing. The other's looks of disdain would stop Charlie from replying.
Percy was sitting at the table one night. His curls' in his face, a cruel smile playing on his rather cherry lips. It was a stark reminder to the 2nd oldest Weasley that Percy was still that beautiful cherub child. With the cruel smile, that dark child of seven who ran around until he fell and bled. The tiny tongue going out to lick the wound. The one whose eyes would burn amber when passion of any kind came about him.
With that pungent air of strong coffee. His eyes stripping the paint away on the third door.
Percival Ignatius Weasley. A Prefect, Head Boy, Minister's Delegate.
How little you know of him...
Charlie had to look for Percy when he ran from the Ministry. On a muggle street. Screaming in pain. The cold strict eyes on fire as the sweet red mouth opened and terrible sounds emerged.
He was beyond surprise when Percy stormed into the flat and into the Third Room. It seemed hours before the Twin's said anything.
"What's in there?"
Charlie realized he was invading Percy's space. But for some reason Charlie wanted to. Just to hurt wouldn't be enough not after seeing his mother stress, his father turn to ice. Yet at the same time Percy seemed strange.
Losing his job, made him become the robot zombie. Never home. Yet instead of taking Sleep Potions, alcohol could be smelt.
the first time he came in drunk the Twins, Rebus and Bill stared. Percy staggered with his muddy ripped jeans and baggy flannel shirt to the Third Room. Took out three doll like creatures of warped appearances...
Lit them on fire.
The look on his face was stone. Before the maniacal laughter. Then he left. Just walked out.
The door to that room was still open.
Unreasonable petrified fear came upon Charlie. Like it was the lair to something evil.
Bill got up and turned not the light of the room. His gnarled face reflected theirs.
A/N: i'm going to bring it back to Percy pov in the next chapter.