Chapter: whatever I forgot

A/N: I liked the suggestion of using everyone's point of view... and i'm sorry about the spelling mistake at the end and bad grammar I meant that bill seen something as he turned on the light about the room and it shocked himself and everyone else.

SOMETHING IN THE WAY

Underneath the bridge

The tarp has sprung a leak

And the animals I've trapped

Have all become my pets

And I'm living off of grass

And the dripping from the ceiling

It's ok to eat fish

'cause they don't have any feelings

Something in the way

-Nirvana

With the way they look at me when I walk into the door I feel like I've done something horribly wrong. But I haven't. They've taken over my house... err, flat. I should be the one looking pissed off.

But NOOO! take over my life (I don't have one) my flat(I sleep there) my work( I lost my job)...

Fuck this! Yet I'm defiantly not one for confrontation so I don't feel at all obliged to say anything. Maybe I'm just a coward despite what I so strongly want to believe in... Being once the Gryffindor Head Boy.

I'm nothing like that now; take away the anal aspect of my dress.

I was dull, boring and so full of myself; maybe I deserve everything that has come to bite me in the arse.

"Hey Percy?" I tear my eyes away from the place I had just been zoning out on.

It's one of the Twins. Must be the first time they've spoken to me since they've been showing up here. I've been drinking coffee at the kitchen for a while now. They must want me to leave.

"Yes?" my voice is soft. After days of not using it; hot coffee warming my throat.

"... Nothing..." he looks down as if I said something to shame him. I notice that though he's bigger than me in stature it is muscle and fitness. He and Fred could probably run a mile; while after two steps I'd be hacking' out my black tarred lungs.

"George," he looks up. I was always able to tell them apart. "If you ever go into that room again I will snap what little I can of your neck." I'm a liar, I could never really tell them apart. Only that George was the more self- conscious and conscientious one. Fred would've come out and said it.

He flushes as Weasley's are known to.

"There's coffee on. Careful though I like it strong.

George has begun to warm to me. Whilst Charlie is still faking, Fred and Bill ignore me. It's nice I find. To listen to another person's voice other than the Minister's.

Besides he seems to enjoy my shock at what he and Fred have managed to create.

Pride. Is it human kind's greatest sin? Or is it ambition whose sharp claws drives the ambitious mad?

I ultimately don't know.

In some ways I don't know what to do about myself. With the stories about everything that has happened to old friends, family and associates. In the wake of Dumbledore's' death. Harry Potters disappearances... the heads upon the stakes of Malfoy Manor. No body found for a boy whose ignorance and unbelievable arrogance served to destroy a man whose presence held the Wizarding society as a whole...

Draco Malfoy. The 14 year old boy who stared at me with piercing silver eyes.

"You're just like him you know. He would like you, enjoy the thought of having another just like him to command..."

Draco Malfoy. The 16 year old whose darkened eyes and sallow skin threw accusations at me?

"I hate you. I hope he kills you. I love you in the way that can only be platonic..."

I wish I could tell George what it felt like to hold an icicle of a human being. To feel the love and feel the hate. To know nothing, yet to know everything that is to be relevant. His grief that Christmas. Arrogance only two years before. To know nothing but his name...

It makes no sense.

"So you're coming to the wedding."

I look up to the boyish face. Smile in a soft way. I don't say a word. Since such a thing is so tiring to me.

I suppose I am a selfish person. One of the things that I cannot understand why I am what I pretend to be. With my brothers and sister so absolutely different from myself.

It's odd.

George has come over more. Fred's new girlfriend gives him the "creeps".

"Seriously. Even when we're in the same room she makes suggestions that she wants both of us to... you know..."

I found that hilarious. Fred's got himself a perverted girlfriend.

"You and Fred have never..."

"SHUT UP!"

I managed to get pancake splattered on my face. Laughing I choke on the bits up my nose. Making myself laugh harder.

I think he likes it when I laugh. I haven't been so easy to be around since we were kids. Before I left for Hogwarts...

It's strange that one year away from home could change my once very 'Weasley' personality to the hardened shell. But then you grow up fast. Bill and Charlie grew up moderately and together. The Twins... maybe never. Ron with Potter, Granger and Ginny at a slow pace.

My best friend was Penelope. I lost her to Avery. I didn't ever connect with my roommates or any others in my grade. Though when Flint would hit on me, or Wood's soft and cute crush on me. My small infatuation with Snape.

Though my entire love life was obsessed with Dumbledore. Impressing Dumbledore. Showing Dumbledore I exist. That I'd take the Minister's job he so refused. Then the Dark Lord came. I was promoted. I had everything in the palm of my hand. I would have some of Dumbledore's affection. I would have Snape wishing he had taken that chance with me...

Alas, the person in whom I loved innocently and naivety is dead, with no though of me. The one person who could've given me back my soul has gone from the world. Leaving his last bit of love and adoration to Hogwarts, Snape and Potter.

My life.

To be or not to be.

Perhaps I should choose the latter.

Bill's wedding is tomorrow, not a chance do I have of getting out of it. Not chance at starting a fight.

I haven't cut my hair. Nor combed it. I have a shadow of a beard and the world's worst mornings breathe. I make me smile. To see what the alternative would be. Plus, I look like a slob and will continue to at the wedding.

I have a disgustingly thick layer of caffeine on my tongue. It's repulsive.

Charlie comes out and gets a cup of coffee adding tones of milk. I hate that, takes away the flavor.

"So whets up?"

I yawn. I hate how my eyes water.

He nods and rubs his eyes.

I think has become more comfortable around me. He once remarked how he found it weird that I wasn't a morning person but somehow I managed to get up so damned early. I didn't feel like pointing out that I was extremely irritable and took naps during the day. Nor that the amount of time spent in my room was sleep and thinking of how to impress Dumbledore.

I feel like yawning.

But I can't.

Charlie starts laughing at me. I can't help but laugh too.

Just a little.

A/N: the next chapter will be the last of this story. I'll start another one based off this but it won't have Percy's pov