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Imaj-natif, mordechaimalachai – Yes, I am going to continue this although it might be a rather short story. But you might expect at least one or two chapters more (not counting this one).

Imaj-natif – I rather like Percy and I have a lot of different ideas of why he left and why he doesn't return apart from the obvious "too ambitious", etc. That's one of them.

Now… On with the story!

We enter my flat in the center of London. I feel strange. Charlie doesn't seem angry at me.

I open a bottle of whiskey and feel two glasses: "So you want to know why? But do you have any ideas why?"

He blinks and answers with some annoyance in his voice: "I don't want to play guessing games. It's stupid".

"It's not, - I shake my head, - I just need to know whether you are ad wrong as I think you are".

"Percy, It has been two years and I still don't understand what went wrong. Why it all has happened! I wasn't there when you and Father had argued. I only heard what they thought about it. Mum, Dad, Ron, Ginny, Fred and George. I don't understand why you were so stubborn in not believing Dumbledore two years ago, but I think that I might see your point. Ministry's position was believable enough at the very beginning. But after, A year ago, Now. I don't understand. Not at all".

"You don't understand because all this has nothing to do with Dumbledore. And never had, - I whisper hoarsely, - You want to hear the truth. Fine".

And I tell him everything. All that I thought about after his visit to my office today. I feel cold and lonely as I always felt among my family members. Charlie wanted to know why. But it doesn't mean that he can understand why, this cheerful, carefree person, always optimistic and happy. I feel myself shaking, tears roll down my cheeks. I know how weak I must look. At best Charlie will feel pity for me. At worst – disgust. But I don't care any more. You wanted the truth – hear it! I feel myself shaking, tears are rolling down my cheeks. Suddenly my voice breaks and I start sobbing, shaking fiercer than before. I know that I had repeated myself more than once, that I wasn't logical most of the time. I know that being unhappy in such a family like mine is the most crazy and illogical thing in the world. But that's how I always felt.

I feel hands on my shoulders. "Percy…", - Charlie whispers hesitantly than pulls me in a hug. I cry on his shoulder not caring about what will happen next, what he will say after my pitiful sobs come to an end.

"Shhh… It's OK. I always knew that something was terribly wrong with you and all that situation, - he whispers hugging me tightly. – We'll find a way to make it right. Don't worry. We'll think of something. You must tell parents about your feelings. They must…".

I hastily draw away and shake my head: "I can't. Even telling you was too much for me. Telling them. Once more… No. I can't".

He sights: "Fine. And if I talk to them? Percy, we can't carry on like that for ever".

I close my eyes: "OK. Talk to them. To Mother. To Father. But others…Please, don't".

Charlie studies me silently for some time than says: "Right. I'll talk to them and only to them. I promise. You know, Fred and George, they really don't realise that their jokes could hurt so much".

I shake my head: "That's not an excuse. Please, talk to parents first".

He nods and gets up: "Agreed. Just don't slam the door in Mum's face if she comes to talk to you again".

I give him a weak smile: "I won't".

He smiles back and disapparates.