(I don't know why)
THE WEASLEY POINT OF VIEW.
Last chapter.
STAY AWAY
Monkey see, monkey do
(I don't know why)
I'd rather be dead than cool
(I don't know why)
Every line ends in rhyme
(I don't know why)
Less is more, love is blind
(I don't know why)
Stay Away
Don't give an inch, take a smile
(I don't know why)
Throw it out and keep it in
(I don't know why) have to have a poison skin
(I don't know why)
Stay Away
God is gay
-Nirvana
When Bill heard that Percy left the family, his anger was so big that he nearly stormed at Percy himself. But Fleur managed to stop him.
So Bill decided not to speak to Percy whenever he seen him.
When he heard that Charlie was staying with their younger brother he'd been sympathetic... after all Percy was an obsessive compulsive git.
When Charlie came to supper and told the boys and Ginny that Percy was nicking Sleeping Potions from work, it had shocked him. At first.
"Merlin, is there no conscience in him." not true, but he was still smarting over the fact that Mrs. Weasley still cried over her son.
When Charlie invited Bill to go to Percy's with him and the Twins he said no.
"Why not?"
"I have work." Charlie sighed and didn't bother asking again.
However after he heard about the incident at the Ministry he decided to go. With a forbidding he confided to Fleur.
"Zey's asks you before" with a wave of her hand.
Bill sighed, but went.
They talked of strategic things before Percy banged up the stairs. Slamming the door open then staggering into the bathroom. With grotesque they could hear him vomit.
When Remus began to join them. Percy would walk in either fast and go to his room. Or he'd walk slowly as if he didn't really see what was in front of him. Later on Remus would say his pupils were dilated. Bill would have to surprises his rage.
When the Third Room was seen by him. It amazed him. The art and darkness that seemed all too demonic, and despite hunting for treasures he didn't like dark depressing things.
One could say that with the same identical face came the same identical mind.
Whoever says that is as ignorant at the troll Flint.
Fred and George were like sunrise and sunset, both the same with one telling detail. One was for the sun and one was for the moon.
Fred was the sunrise. Fiery and vengeful. More mischievous than George. While George was the sunset, when Fred wasn't' there making him, he preferred to do whatever life threw at him.
When they were kids, they decided that they were infatuated with Percy. He looked like an angel from those muggle books Dad brought home. Curly hair and cherry lips.
They decided early on that they wanted to be the little cunning devils that the angel had to play with. They always had fun making up new games that made the angel sit down and cry. Sometimes they would feel bad and go up and touch the fires on the head and kiss the cherry lips...
One day the angel brushed their kisses away and told them to go to hell. This was the day the angel flew away.
The games got worse. But tears were never shed.
For Fred it made him angry. George was nostalgic. It balanced out to only a couple of 'jokes' here and there.
Yet to remember that the angel turned into Head Boy Percy worried Fred more than George, they both made sure they didn't turn into one of those.
Even the day Percy and Dad fought, they still thought Percy could turn back into the angel. Fred would move on, only sometimes thinking maybe the little devils made the angel go away. While George thought of it more and sickened him.
After two years of animosity, George declared to Fred that he still wanted a curly haired older brother. Fred didn't say a word and dated a tart. When George would come to the shop smiling and smelling of coffee (oddly enough, chocolate) Fred would glare.
In the Chinese yin and yang. Yang is the sun and the male while yin I the moon and female.
Yet it was at night that Fred, the sunrise had those dreams
Ron was never really without memories of Percy. The kisses he would get when he did something good. They tasted as good as Percy smelt. Citrus, breezy and of parchment. When he learned to dress himself with an inside out shirt, the laugh that reminded him of birds.
Smiles and a kiss on his nose. Ron adored Percy. Just like the Twins and Ginny.
That was the thing about Hermione. She was a mimic of Percy and Harry. Percy's intellect and worry; Harry's light heartedness and loyalty. Both Harry and Percy had such love that it was all Ron could feel.
But Percy was cold with his love. Harry was more open.
Ron began to feel betrayed by Percy when Percy turned cold. That one year at Hogwarts could change a five year old's older brother so much. Then Ron himself changed.
So when Ron watched the back of the curly red head he didn't feel his heart break like he thought it might. Instead he took his father's position and ignored it.
Ginny Weasley was the only girl of the family. So naturally she was given the most attention. Except by her older brother Percy. He didn't bother to smile at her or tickle her in play like everyone else. He sometimes played with the Twins and Ron when she was very little. Letting them shine him with kisses.
She didn't like kisses. They felt wet. Once when she was a baby and fell down Percy rushed over and kissed her owie. It felt like a Healing Charm.
After awhile Percy cut himself off of everyone. Not that anyone but the younger siblings noticed.
Once when Harry Potter came to visit Percy caught her hand so she wouldn't spill the bowl of peas. Again.
The year of the Triwizard Tournament after the Christmas ball she had seen Percy in an abandoned classroom with Draco Malfoy. She caught the word 'love'. She remembered the kisses of her youth and the other one he had with Penelope Clearwater.
But the picture was Percy and Harry Potter. Lips locked. Only a month ago she was Harry Potter's girlfriend she couldn't get rid of the image.
Mr. and Mrs. Weasley couldn't figure out when they went wrong. Even when their third oldest was a child he seemed to be a perfect beautiful boy.
Though a bit kinder. In retrospect.
Mrs. Weasley thought it was through neglect and that they could've stayed home with the quiet child more often...
Mr. Weasley thought it had to do with the day his son ruined his eyes.
After that the boy was irritable and rarely smiled.
Mr. Weasley personally didn't really believe that Percy was all that happy as a child. He hated his curls and always bothered his parents for glasses and a lip thinning spell. With aunts and cousins that constantly called him a pretty girl it was no wonder why Percy didn't like the way he looked.
It was the Christmas he came home in his First Year. Cutting his hair every morning.
Mr. Weasley should have seen it coming.
Called out of his office one morning. Told his wife was with their son in St. Mango's. Getting there only to see Molly crying about her baby's beautiful eyes.
The damage had been bandaged up.
Percy was a beautiful child. Not handsome like Bill or at all charming like Charlie. Beautiful in a sensual, false facade of innocence. There was ice upon his lips, even though they looked as blood does.
He was stiff with his affections. Even when he played with his brothers and sister. A perfected that morphed dreadfully.
When he left for work expecting the worst that day, Percy was showing his coldness. The fire of passion in his once beautiful eyes lit up and entranced all of them.
But Mr. Weasley.
Percy left with passion of fury burning his eyes, though the words were full of resentment. Mr.weasley would've hit him or beaten the hell out of the boy if persuaded to do so.
Even to this day he tries not to pull up that sleeve and show his son as the changeling he must be. Mrs. Weasel fights with him about Percy all the time. Believing her husband to succumb to common sense.
Dumbledore's dead now. Somehow that adds to his problem with his son.
The Wedding:
It seemed to the Wesley's that Bill's wedding was only an excuse to gather everyone for one last time, so that they may see each other before they died. Of course it was a morbid view on a very happy occasion but the Weasley's didn't worry about that.
The strings and decorations were put up by the hired men (Phlegm insisted). The seating was done. With everyone but one with formal clothing. Everyone with various forms of excitement and anxiety. Except for one.
The groom with his gnarled face still looked handsome and his red hair so Weasley. He stood chatting to his best man and Charlie.
When the music started everyone sat up. Except for one. With hitched breath they watched the half- Veela walk down the with the faeires offsetting her white robes. The blonde hair draped elegantly behind her.
All together a very beautiful ceremony...
It was the feast and everybody was having a great time. The world's problems seemed to disappear as people reminisced about the old days.
Even the young ones. Most of their talk went on about the War. Sometimes excited, or anger passion swirling the inexperienced.
One young curly haired man seemed bored by these exchanges and the glares he was privileged to. He wanted to run, yell and break things out of frustration. But he wasn't sure when he was allowed to leave. His mother kept turning around and smiling at him as if he were the sun.
Turning his back he watched with disinterest and hard liquor in his hand the band that stood playing. They were typical in their instrumental presentation...
That was the thing he liked about Nirvana. The words were always half formed thoughts and talked about the idiocy we have. The raw voice and dirty sounding guitar...
He felt like a false witness. He felt as betrayed as his family did. Because of Snape, Malfoy and beyond all comparisons by Dumbledore.
In fact the Golden- Boy is sitting right across over there. Thinner and paler, but still alive and laughing. With Percy Weasley's family. What was wrong with that?
Instead of doing anything, the surly young man got another glass of scotch.
George should've known better than even Charlie that Percy had had too much. With the relaxed shoulders and slow reaction as well as an odd cruel smile playing on his lips.
His eyes glinted and paled behind the horn- rimmed glasses. It made him seem like an enigma to all that were around him. People irritably ignored him.
"Harry, you know you haven't been at the house very often this month..." Mrs. Weasley was soft and gentle. Motherly.
"My apologies, I haven't had the time..." how soft and quiet the voice spoken was.
"Well, I know that Ginny is just dying to see more of you." chided Mrs. Weasley. The black haired boy offered a small smile.
On the other side of the room Mr. Weasley stood discussing some things with a man with an electric blue eye and cane.
"I'm telling you Arthur, its doing no good given them time to prepare..." the cane man was saying.
"Well we can't go into their homes without a search warrant in the first place..." Mr. Weasley was saying with his thinning red hair.
The bore some curly redhead got up a bit tipsy from his abandoned table. Moving nosily to the bathroom to go piss. Completely oblivious to the many people whose attention had be toward him. Harry Potter had watched the tragic look unfold on his surrogate mother's face. A closed off expression is what his own had become.
Percy was taking a long piss. He was very drunk and it showed in his slow movements and lack of coordination.
"A little drunk are we?" it's a cool voice that makes Percy attempt to stand a little straighter and dignified. He sniffs, but it comes out as more of a snort.
"Why don't you just fuck off...?"
A hand goes out to Percy's arm and throws the young man back against the wall behind him. His limp organ still in his right hand. His drunken eyes open in surprise that it's the brunette who's taken such a harsh position with him.
"Why are you such a fuckhead (A/N: favorite swearword) to your family? Why are you so willing to hurt both your mother and father...?" Harry was soft, having drink and exhaustion on himself.
Percy closed his eyes and dropped his organ. It was odd for him to lose so much composer. Not wanting to lose any, he drew himself up and looked Harry straight in the eye.
"If you ask a man what he most desires... he shows you his shortcomings. Those who long to be pure must hide from their true selves. Those who envy and hate, can never hope for happiness. Those who idolize a Prince, will never find love again." his big brown eyes become wet. "I'm afraid Potter that I idolized a Prince and he's never going to know..."
Harry stood there saying nothing. Playing a witness to the tears that have seduced anyone who has come across them.
"Are you talking about the traitor Snape." his voice is tight.
Percy looked up shocked and laughter came out. His curls contrasting with the walls behind him. Harry watched. Then with a sudden movement closed the distance between them; taking Percy's penis and putting it away and out of sight. The sound of the fly was all that could be heard from the two youths with bated breath.
Ron was dancing with Hermione when he spotted Harry sitting at the same table as Percy. Drinking as much seeing the rum and fire whiskey bottles. If he had paid any actual attention he probably would've found it odd how neither of them said a word to each other.
After the band was done for the evening he turned to go over to Harry. Only to find the empty bottles.
Well, that's weird.
It was after 8 am before Charlie got in. The Twins, Ron and himself spent the night at the Burrow they were that drunk. Still chuckling about past events, the Twins and Ron wanted to see how hung over Percy was.
"shhh... try to scare him."
Opening the door wide open and yelling out
"WAKE UP------"
One could hear four hears being swallowed.
Two tangled set of naked limbs.
One red head, another with black hair.
aN:it's a bit abstract because I hate spell check.