Chapter 5

The Robbery

"No Harry, just wait and see, all of our letters will be like that!" exclaimed Hermione over the breakfast table the next morning. Just wait and see!"

"But...Hermione, you've got to admit, it's strange...isn't it," said Ron warily, trying to avoid an argument. I mean, seriously, when was the last time our letters arrived separately? Never! It can't just be coincidence, it's something else! Something to do with maybe more than Harry, but all of Hogwarts school."

"That's exactly what I'm trying to say, all of our letters are going to be like that!" repeated Hermione, obviously extremely frustrated.

"Oh...well...what I was trying to say was-"

"Mails here," declared Percy as he walked into the room busily, trying to avoid eye contact with anyone in the room. Now hurry and take it quickly, I have to go to work immediately!"

And with that, he dropped the mail parcels on the kitchen table and apparated away, without any goodbyes.

Harry laughed at this, as he now understood this to be Percy's usual behavior. Yet Fred and George seemed more concerned.

"Children?" asked George to Fred. Percy never talks like that, unless he's nervous about something."

"I have to go to work?" asked Fred to George. He' off from work for another two weeks!"

Then a sudden look of panic swept the twins face's at the same time as they both jumped from their seats and at the same time yelled, "The Bedroom!"

Harry raced up with Hermione, Ron and Mr and Mrs. Weasley following close behind. The twins were bounding up the stairs like their lives depended on it, skipping four steps at a time.

Harry skidded to a stop as he saw the twins bedroom door blasted open by a spell, and charred black from the intensity of the blow.

There were the twins both with their mouths wide open as they walked into the room. To the far right corner, near the beds, was a brown chest, which had also been blown open. It was empty.

"Percy!" yelled Fred. Percy!"

"Forget it Fred, he's gone, and he's definitely not comming back, especially not with the recipe."

"One out of two I'm afraid George, which would defiantly abide by your usual standards," said Lupin walking into the room, with a piece of yellow parchment in his hands.

"Please wait just a moment, and I'll see if I can arrange you an appointment please," said the secretary with a fake sweet smile.

Percy cleared his throat importantly and stood up as tall as he could.

"I do not need an appointment to speak to Mr. Fudge, I am one of his personal employees," said Percy, looking the secretary in the eyes.

"One moment please," said the secretary, as he sent a magical memo into Fudges office.

Only about three seconds after, a shout emitted from the office, sounding something like, "Weatherby, get in here now!"

A smile split across Percy's face a he brushed past the secretary authoritatively and stalked off into the next room.

Fudge was pacing the room. He had obviously been waiting for Percy for a while. Perspiration out of anticipation could be seen gleaming down his bare forehead as he waited for Percy to speak. When nothing happened, he spoke.

"Well!" demanded Fudge. What happened? Did you get the recipe?"

It was actually possible that noone on the planet earth right then and there could have been more pleased with themselves than Percy Weasley right then and there, who said nothing, but pushed a small envelope with yellow parchment in it into Fudges hands.

"Did you read it beforehand?" asked Fudge suspiciously.

Percy shook his head no and motioned for Fudge to open the letter. Fudge's trembling hands were shaking uncontrollably as he attempted to open the letter. This would be one of the greatest achievements of his career, and would surely allow him to win the election with ease. Shutting down a major corporation like Weasley Wizard Wheezes would mean everything for his reputation. He knew that he wouldn't be able to open the envelope himself, so he silently handed it to Weasley.

"You do the honors," he said nervously. I want to see your expression when you see the illegal ingredient they used in this thing!"

Percy quickly opened the envelope and unfolded the parchment. His eyes could be seen scanning the page, seeming more and more crestfallen by the second.

"What...What is it Weatherby?" shouted Fudge. What's wrong!"

Percy, apparently too shaken for words, silently handed the parchment back to Fudge. It read:

Recipe for Purple Perries (by Fred and George Weasley):

One cup of flour

Two cups of sugar

One cup of nuts and raisins

Half a cup of Peaches

Half a cup of berries

Mix together and add final, most important secret ingredient:

Two and a half cups of Fudge.

A.N: This chapter took me a while, but I really liked the ending. I also spent a lot of time on the Title, because I think it is a lot deeper than how most people see it. Out of Fred and George and The Minister and Percy, who really got robbed? Lol.