A/N : Again I apologise for the repetition, but as usual I can't really cut it out.
Percy took a breath before he followed Kingsley into the kitchen of his family home. The glamour ring was hiding him in plain sight. The little group the twins called the Secret Order obviously knew who he was despite it, but he'd already seen Bill and his elder brother had not recognised him.
Percy had spent months spying in the Ministry, feeding information to Kingsley. They had developed a good working relationship, but he'd never lost the sense of impending doom hanging over him. That they were only a breath away from being discovered, and the consequences of his actions would be every nightmare he'd ever had. Now it was over, the monster vanquished his role no longer putting everything he loved at risk. Yet the work was just beginning, revelations were coming, the vacuum of power they had created would have to be filled. They were now going to have to emerge from the shadows and move openly against the one remaining wizard who could bring all their plans to ruin. The wizard who was sitting the other side of the Burrow's kitchen door.
Percy stepped into the warmth of the Burrow and stared in shock. His mother was sat at the table while Minerva's elves, because who else would they belong to, ferried refreshments out of the kitchen. He took an unobtrusive spot against the wall next to Kingsley accepting with a nod of thanks the tea the elf held out. He watched his mother twitch and had to suppress his amusement that wanted to spread across his face. A quick glance at the table showed his brothers were all trying to hide their own amusement at their mother's predicament. He caught the twins' attention exchanging a brief smirk before expressions were schooled again.
Albus cleared his throat, and Percy observed the man. He was sat in his father's chair. Percy bristled in indignation on behalf of his father who had been usurped in his own home. Arthur wouldn't care, Percy knew that he would be happy to defer to Albus, but Albus, a guest in the Burrow, should have better manners. Instead, he was playing the power games Percy had come to despise him for, even now declaring that he was to be deferred to. Percy dropped his gaze before Albus noticed his reaction and decided to question it.
"Kingsley, perhaps now you are here, you would be so kind as to update us all on the situation?" Albus said an undercurrent of steel running through the words.
Kingsley, to Percy's profound gratitude, was no more enamoured of Albus than himself. Kingsley straightened off the wall and nodded once before saying. "Riddle is dead. His body has been contained and moved to a secure location. The Death Eaters who were present have been arrested and are currently being held. We'll transport them as soon as we have somewhere to put them. There's a team at the Ministry clearing some of the high-security cells. They'll be held there until the trials can be arranged which will start as soon as the Wizengamot can meet and elect a new Minister. I've had a report that Minister Thicknesse has retired with immediate effect. He is currently under monitored house arrest. Those Death Eaters that were injured or killed on the field are being rounded up. The injured are being transferred to the Ministry to the first lot of free cells where they will receive medical treatment. The dead are being held for identification. Any families that want to claim the bodies will be allowed to do so. Otherwise, disposal will fall to the Ministry. Thanks to the efforts of the healers here, our losses are significantly less than they could be."
Kingsley pulled a roll of parchment from his pocket. "I've a list of the dead that has been brought here so far. Unfortunately, Alastor Moody is on it. Unless anyone objects or comes forward, the Auror office will be claiming his body. He was one of us, we'll honour him."
Kingsley paused a moment to let the news sink in, then continued. His tone was brisk, not inviting questions or remarks as he continued his debriefing. "Going forward, we'll clear out of your house Molly and Arthur, once we have everyone off the field, and the healers say their patients are able to leave. As soon as it's possible, so within the next few hours to a day or so, everyone will be required to give a statement. The Ministry will be petitioned to offer a blanket pardon for any spells that were used tonight that might otherwise have been cause for concern. The statements will also allow us to collect and corroborate the names of the Death Eaters present, which is information that we'll need for the trials. I don't anticipate there being any problems in getting that passed by the Ministry. We'll make the pardons specific and a one time deal. We don't want people going half-cocked on self-appointed missions of revenge. Other than that, I've got nothing else to tell you all. If you can make yourselves available to the Auror's taking your statements, that would be appreciated." Kingsley looked around the room watching as everything he said sunk in.
Albus spoke first. "You seem to have things under control." The statement was heavily laden with implications.
"We were fortunate that the Department of Magical Law Enforcement recently renewed their vows of office," Kingsley replied glibly. As though the surprise meeting, where he'd called the entire department in and had them all swear the traditional wand oaths - to preserve and prevent offences against people and property with fairness, diligence, and impartiality, according equal respect to all people, had been a small matter of ten minutes.
Kingsley had been gladdened by the overall positive response to the oaths that had fallen out of favour since the last war. Those that had baulked or refused had been given until the start of their next shift to comply or be taken off active service effective immediately. There had been less than a handful who had refused in the end. The oaths had allowed Kingsley to deploy his Aurors to the best effect to handle the events of tonight, and without being totally sure he could rely on them, he knew that the clean-up wouldn't be running as smoothly as it was.
It would have been easy for captured Death Eaters to slip away helped by those Aurors who thought to take advantage. Kingsley was aware that the unobtrusive man who was stood by him was largely responsible for it all happening.
The plans laid by the Secret Order had been detailed and in-depth, the result of many a late-night, but they were paying dividends in spades. Kingsley was gratified to see the fleeting surprise that appeared on Albus' face. He watched as it was chased away by suspicion and that to be smoothed away by narrow-eyed calculation.
Albus drew his wand and flicked it. The air tightened as the privacy spells settled into place blanketing the room. "This plan you've implemented. It is not the work of a moment."
"No," Kingsley agreed.
"And yet you didn't come to me as the head of the Order? Did you inform anyone of your plan Kingsley? Did you perchance think that there might be more than one option? That the actions you have taken this evening may very well lead to further loss and suffering? That attacking in the manner you have, you have not ended this war but in fact, prolonged it?" Albus frowned at Kingsley, his expression demanding an answer.
"As it happens, Albus, all of those things were considered before this evening. Tonight was a farce. You were never going to set the wards on the Burrow for it to become a new headquarters. How many people did you tell about your plans, Albus?" Kingsley retorted.
Albus' expression changed to one of regret. "I was not aware that Voldemort would be present until he appeared, nor was I aware his Death Eaters were set to attack. The location for this evening was not my doing Kingsley. Severus was quite insistent we used the Burrow."
Kingsley gritted his teeth in the face of the blatant manipulation. Severus, for his part, said nothing and continued to sit by Minerva, his eyes hooded, sipping his tea, seemingly ignoring everyone. Minerva's back stiffened at the accusation, and the twins shot Albus disgusted looks.
Albus concentrated on Kingsley. "There was an operational advantage to tonight's plan. The Order never has, and will never operate in a manner that increases the risk of plans falling into the enemy's hands by sharing everything with all the members".
"Convenient don't you think?" Kingsley said.
Albus drew himself up, his magic responding to his rising ire. "Necessary," he retorted. "As necessary as the chain of command you have willfully ignored. Your actions, while in the best of intentions may have cost us more than you could ever imagine."
"You heard the report, it's over," Kingsley said firmly. "This was our stand, made on our terms and we won."
"You believe Riddle to be defeated so easily?" Albus asked shrewdly.
"Nobody said it was easy Albus," Kingsley said with a sigh. "But he is dead. His Death Eaters are being rounded up, and I have work to do. If you have genuine concerns then feel free to share them otherwise, as I said, I have other places to be."
"You are a member of the Order Kingsley, you report to me. You do not have the right to summon the Order and deploy our forces as you have. You recklessly endangered everyone and everything we have worked towards with no thought to the consequences."
Kingsley looked at Albus and shook his head in regret. "Albus, you came here tonight to die, how much thought to the consequences did you give?"
"Albus?" Molly interrupted, the demand for a rebuttal was written all over her face
Albus smiled at her kindly. "It was always a possibility Molly, a risk. One that I accepted as part of my role."
Severus snorted in scorn. Albus shot him an unfriendly look.
"Come, Albus," Arthur intervened. "While Kingsley gave us the impression that this was sanctioned, and I understand that while this wasn't the case. He has perhaps acted beyond his permissible authority, but if You-Know-Who is dead, the results should outweigh that, shouldn't they?"
Albus smiled politely at Arthur. "If that was the case, Arthur, you may well be correct."
"Well then, perhaps we should convene again tomorrow? Once everyone's had a bit of time to recover? That way we might have a better idea of how the Ministry has reacted. Who they have appointed as the next Minister and how we can work with them going forward. If, as you believe, the threat of You-Know-Who has not passed." Arthur suggested.
Albus nodded. "You speak sense Arthur, perhaps the idea has merit. We are all understandably overwrought by tonight's events. Very well, we will call a meeting at the headquarters tomorrow evening. That should give everybody chance to recover. I will expect a full report, Kingsley from the Auror department. I shall attend the meeting of the Wizengamot and bring what information I can from it." Albus looked around the table projecting an air of a forgiving leader. A leader that was understanding this time but would perhaps not be best pleased if crossed again.
"No," Kingsley said.
"Hmm?" Albus said turning his head to stare at Kingsley, the forgiving air wavering.
"I said no. You have no active role within the Ministry. The latest Minister for Magic rescinded your position as Chief Warlock after Fudge and Scringemour allowed you to retake it. You might have forgotten to bring it up Albus, but it does not mean that people weren't aware."
"Pious Thicknesse was a puppet for Voldemort," Albus said genially. "Now that he has resigned I can once more perform the role."
"No," Kingsley said once more shaking his head for emphasis. "The Ministry will need to elect a new Chief Warlock along with a Minister. It is up to the Wizengamot to appoint the roles."
Albus' smile slipped. "It falls to those who can, to offer their services."
"Offer, not assume, Albus. You hold no part of the current Ministry. If the Wizengamot invites you to reprise the role, then you may attend. The Aurors on duty will not allow you to pass. You might perhaps be better waiting for the invitation before causing a scene."
Albus drew himself up and at the same time leant back in his chair, his demeanour indicating this new challenge to his authority was not welcome.
"No," Kingsley said, looking down at Percy's notes as if they were far more important that Albus' posturing. "You don't have a position anymore Albus. If we are serious about removing outside influences over policy, then the Wizengamot will hold a closed session. A decision will be made and announced. The Ministry has ground to make up to restore its reputation, starting as it means to go on."
Molly glanced between Kingsley and Albus. "Surely though Kingsley, Albus has experience, he's the leader of the Order for Merlin's sake."
Kingsley looked at Molly for a long moment before apparently making his mind up about something. He drew himself up putting steel into his tired spine, straightening his robes, seemingly settling and centring himself before responding. "Albus is responsible for Hogwarts, which he has stated is to be kept separate from Ministry influence. He has been offered and refused the position of Minister for Magic numerous times. If he wanted the job, then he should have taken it. The British Ministry of Magic no longer has time for kingmakers, no matter which side they are on."
Kingsley reached into his robes and pulled out a sealed envelope. He flicked it down in front of Albus. "That is my formal resignation from the Order of the Phoenix, you'll note that it is backdated. I would have handed it over sooner, but other events took precedence. Now if you'll excuse me, I have work to do. Molly, Arthur, thank you for what you did this evening." Kingsley turned to face the eldest of the Weasley children. "Bill, if you'll make yourself available, I'd like to see you first thing Monday morning at the Ministry, that ward, I think we'll find a use for it." He turned to the twins. "Fred, George, as always, a pleasure working with you. When you've worked out the details of the mirrors, and the glamour rings with Harry and Hermione let me know, we'll take a serious look at them."
The twins nodded in agreement, and Kingsley turned lastly to Minerva and Severus. "We owe you both a great debt of gratitude. I need both your statements, along with those of Harry and Hermione. I know some of it obviously, but if we can get everything down on the official record, it will make moving forward easier. Will you be at the house or the castle?"
"The house," Minerva said. "I think that would be easier for everyone."
"Very well, keep your mirror on you." Kingsley exchanged a brief glance with Percy who nodded back, and they stepped toward the door.
"Do you mean to take the position yourself, Kingsley? Is this what you've been heading towards? Control the board and elect yourself?" Albus cut across the quiet that had descended with Kingsley's shock resignation. His tone was purposely disappointed, sorrowful as if a favoured student had suddenly done something regrettably foolish.
Kingsley turned back to Albus a polite blank expression on his face, hiding his internal fury. His voice betrayed him. "No Albus it hasn't. I'm happy in my role at the DMLE. I was glad to get involved when approached to by people who wanted to do something positive to make the change everyone wanted, but were all too busy sitting around expecting Harry Potter to deliver. If the Minister for Magic needs me to work in my role for the next thirty years cleaning up the messes made by those with good intentions, I'll be happy to Albus. If the Wizengamot wants me to hold the office of Minister I would gladly make the sacrifices necessary to do so. I hold no personal ambition, Albus, I do not need to manipulate, connive, and lie to get through my day. I joined the Order to protect innocent people, to work towards the defeat of Riddle to ensure that wizarding society could live in peace and prosperity. Riddle is gone," Kingsley nodded at the envelope lying untouched on the table. "My loyalty and responsibilities no longer lie with the Order but with the rebuilding of our society and in serving its people."
Severus made a small sound to draw Kingsley's attention. "Kingsley come to the house if you have time. There's something I believe belongs to you there, you'll need it before your meeting." Severus felt Minerva turn to look at him, his eyes didn't leave Kingsley's face and he watched as Kingsley evaluated his words and Minerva's reaction.
"I'll be over first thing in the morning. Can you spare me an hour or so? I might as well take your statement at the same time." Kingsley agreed.
"Bring your contact," Severus said indicating Percy with a subtle tilt of his head. "His input may be required."
"Severus," Albus said in a hard tone.
"Albus," Severus said lazily.
Albus scowled. "Any and all information you have should have been shared." He didn't add 'with me,' but it echoed in the room.
"No Albus, my vows were to keep Potter safe, to spy for you until the Dark Lord was defeated. Both of those conditions have been met. I believe our business is concluded. As I was never an actual member of the Order of the Phoenix, I don't feel that I need to formally resign." Severus replied his tone subtly mocking.
Albus' face became thunderous, and the swell of his magic rising caused the china on the table to vibrate before it cut off abruptly as he got it under control.
"Posturing Albus?" Severus needled laconically. "While in the room with the people who brought down the man you couldn't? You must be feeling confident." Severus stood. Minerva looked up at him a question in her eyes. He rolled his eyes at her and held out his hand. "Madam?"
Minerva took the hand and rose to her feet and turned to Albus, her face set in the stern lines of a disapproving teacher, her tone controlled and cold. "The war is over, Albus. You squandered the opportunity presented at the end of the last war to unite the next generation, and for my part, I let you. It is not a mistake I intend to repeat. If you require my resignation from the Order in writing, you will have it. If the actions of Kingsley disturb you so, feel free to take it from the date upon Kingsley's letter, or better yet the date of Miss Granger's letter."
Before anyone could say anything else, the kitchen door was flung wide open, and a brunette woman entered followed by John. Her gaze flicked around the room then settled on one person.
"Percy!" she shrieked in relief. Audrey flung herself across the room at a near run squeezing around people to reach her goal. Percy looked up at his name, worry and concern crossing his face. Audrey threw herself the last few steps, and he caught her, gathering her to him. She held his face between her hands and looked at him earnestly. "Are you OK? You're not hurt?"
"I'm fine. But what are you doing here? You are supposed to be at the house." Percy replied slipping the ring from his finger and removing his disguise, so she could see him properly.
"I was," Audrey said. "But I was starting to climb the walls and Pins is a lovely chap, but he kept trying to feed me, and I felt terrible for not eating it since he cooked, but I couldn't. He was kind enough to sit and have a chat with me. Did you know he's served for three generations? He doesn't know how old he is, but if you think that extended lifespans are normal he's got to be really old! Anyway, I asked him to check on what was going on here, and once everyone started gathering, I figured that it was all but over so I asked him to bring me."
Percy enfolded her in a hug and rested his head against hers. "You should have stayed at the house, it's safer," he said but with no censure.
"And wait until someone remembered me and let me know you were alright? You could have called on the mirror," Audrey replied drily.
"Sorry," he answered. "It's only just over." He drew her a bit closer tucking her head into his shoulder. She snuggled into his embrace for a moment before pulling away slightly to look up at him.
"Umm, is everyone OK?" her eyes flickered about the assembled people. "Oh, have I just intruded?" she asked noting the looks they were getting. She sent a smile and a small wave at Fred and George who returned them.
"Percy?" Molly's voice cut across the quiet that had formed after Audrey's entrance which had broken the tension between Albus and Minerva.
Percy closed his eyes briefly clutching Audrey a bit tighter to him, Fred and George winced in sympathy.
"Audrey, love," George said holding out his hand from his seat. "If you can stand to let Percy go, we'll give you a tour if you like?"
"I think I'd rather stay with Percy," she said with a small smile.
George shrugged good-naturedly. "Well can't blame a chap for trying."
"Percy who is this?" Molly stood from her chair by Arthur's side and moved around the table to stand in front of Percy, eyeing the woman he held in his arms with suspicion.
Percy straightened holding back a sigh. "Mum this is Audrey, Audrey this is my Mum."
Audrey glanced first up at Percy before turning to face Molly. "Mrs Weasley," she said in acknowledgement, her voice politely cool.
"Molly, do call me Molly, dear," Molly said warmly. "We didn't know Percy had found himself, someone."
"No," Audrey said in the same cool tone of voice. "I imagine that not speaking to your son would be a hindrance to that."
Molly stiffened, and her smile became brittle. "Families do have disagreements, but Percy is back now, and we're very happy to welcome you as well."
Audrey said nothing but sent a small smile back. She looked up at Percy. "Do you need to stay? We could go back to the house."
Kingsley broke in. "Audrey, is it?"
Audrey nodded.
"Kingsley Shacklebolt, I work at the Ministry with Percy," Kingsley said as he stepped up beside the couple and held out his hand to her.
Audrey shook it. "Nice to meet you Mr Shacklebolt."
"Kingsley, please. I'll need Percy's help sorting a few issues out, paperwork and such. If you would be so kind as to let me borrow him?"
"With the Ministry? Now?" Audrey looked at him askance then up at Percy.
"Yes," Kingsley said flashing a look at Percy. "Excuse me Audrey, but are you fully advised of the situation?"
"No, not entirely. Percy hasn't been able to tell me everything for obvious reasons, but I understand most of it." Audrey said cautiously.
Kingsley smiled warmly at her. "A few things need tying up immediately, and Percy is the best placed. I'll have him returned as soon as possible," Kingsley said reassuringly.
Audrey looked between Percy and Kingsley.
Fred spoke up from his seat. "We'll take you back to the house or our flat if you like. Maybe not yours or Percy's just for now."
Percy pushed her gently towards Fred and George. "Go with them I won't be long. Shall we get started then, Kingsley?"
"I don't understand," Molly broke in, her tone showing her rising indignation at being left out of the conversation.
Kingsley turned to Molly and raised a querying brow. "What is there to misunderstand?"
"You've been working with Percy? You put my son in danger and didn't tell me?" she demanded.
"No," Kingsley said calmly. "Percy volunteered on the condition that the Order was in no way involved. If he chose not to tell you about his involvement, that was a family matter and certainly nothing I could get involved in."
"Kingsley, Molly has every right to be concerned for her children's well-being," Albus said genially. "You have apparently been working with more information than anyone else, and I would be interested in going over it with you, there is still much to be discussed."
Kingsley smiled a tight smile that didn't convey anything other than annoyance. "As I have just resigned from the Order Albus, I am afraid there will be things I cannot discuss with you. But as soon as I am available, I'll owl you." He turned away moving towards the door Percy following. Just as they were about to step out, Audrey was suddenly surrounded by a glowing golden sphere, drawing the attention of everyone in the room.
The shield hovered in place, and Audrey carefully reached a hand out to it. Before she could touch it, it vanished. "What was that?" she asked looking at John who had remained unobtrusively by the door, unwilling to leave the young woman in a room full of magical people.
"You're wearing your jewellery?" John asked.
"Yes, Helen told me to keep it on at all times. I didn't bother with the disguise since I didn't need it," Audrey said looking slightly perplexed at the space the glow had been in.
"I would say then that someone's just cast something on you that the shield deflected, although Harry said he'd sorted the light show," John said calmly.
"Someone cast a spell on me?" Audrey looked around slightly panicked. Percy took the two steps he had moved away, back towards her and pushed her behind him. Fred and George scrambled up from their chairs, joining Percy in shielding her from the magic users in the room.
"The shield blocked it?" Percy demanded of John.
"Yes," John said.
"Then who?" Percy whirled to face the room.
The kitchen door opened again and this time admitting Harry and Hermione. "Dad," Hermione said. "Something has happened?"
"Audrey's shield just lit up," John explained. "Although how did you know?"
"Lit up?" Harry asked his eyebrow climbing, ignoring John's question.
"Like a golden sphere all around me," Audrey confirmed.
"I thought you'd gotten rid of the light shows?" John asked Harry.
"I did. But I tweaked it a bit. If someone uses Legilimency on you, Helen or Audrey, it glows, so you know. Legilimency is a specific spell, so it wasn't that much extra work." Harry explained. Hermione snorted rudely next to him, and he shot her an amused look before turning back to John. "Not everyone who uses Legilimency is an obvious threat. It glows, so you know, and you get the option of getting out of dodge."
"Fun fact," Hermione said with a falsely bright smile. "Harry is rubbish at Occlumancy. We thought it was best to have a backup plan in case someone tried to use it against him. Well, not the jewellery we crafted for the battle for everyone, but anything we made especially."
Severus raised an eyebrow and cleared his throat. "You trained your parents, could you not have done the same for Mr Potter?"
Hermione shook her head. "I taught Mum and Dad to deflect a low-level attack specifically looking for information in regards to mine and Harry's whereabouts. They knew that if either yourself or Mr Dumbledore turned up, they would have to do as we'd practised. Audrey, on the other hand, wouldn't know or be able to defend herself. Neither would my parents if the information someone went digging for wasn't specific. If they were just perhaps trying to glean information as to who Audrey knew in the magical world or where she had spent the last day for instance. Yours and Minerva's don't have the alteration. We thought it had the potential to make things awkward."
"Indeed," Severus said his expression betraying nothing.
"So, this Legilimency, what is it?" Audrey asked.
"It is a spell that allows the caster to delve into the mind of the victim, permitting the caster to see memories, emotions and thoughts," Severus answered smoothly.
Audrey looked at Severus appalled. "Can you all do this?"
"No," Severus said. "It's an uncommon skill."
"Then who?" Audrey asked glancing around the room from her position behind the twins and Percy.
Albus arranged his features into a grave expression. "My apologies Miss, however, I'm afraid it was an entirely necessary action on my part. I am head of the Order of the Phoenix, and the Order has been fighting a war in the shadows for longer than you have been alive. Security breaches are serious, there is more than your own safety at stake. I needed to make sure that you were who you said you were."
Percy bristled, and Fred and George looked mutinous, but Audrey answered, pushing Fred aside so she could step out from behind the three brothers. "I've heard about you, not all of it is good. I can understand that you might feel the need to know who is who, but wouldn't it have been polite to ask first?"
"A witch skilled in Occlumancy would be able to use the time to form a defence," Albus replied. "Taken unawares you were more likely to reveal your true identity."
"A witch skilled in Occlumancy walking into a room with a man such as yourself would have her defences in place already Mr Dumbledore. As I said, I've heard about you." Audrey turned from him. "Fred, George, do you think we could go?"
"Miss…?" Albus asked.
"Stone," Audrey answered turning back to Albus.
"Miss Stone, my questions remain unanswered," Albus said.
"Your questions? Are they relevant? Haven't you won the day?" Audrey asked Albus a slight frown between her brows.
Albus' expression was still grave, but his eyes twinkled becomingly. "It behoves me to ensure the safety of those within the Order—"
"Percy isn't in the Order," Audrey said sharply cutting him off. "So as far as I can see that means that you have no need to question me. I am not going to be subjected to an interrogation to gratify your curiosity. I am sorry that I seem to have interrupted your meeting, but I am quite willing to leave and allow you to continue, thus learning nothing about your organisation."
George reached for Audrey's arm. "Come on, back to the house. Did you send Pins away or is he hovering?"
"Oh, no he's probably still hovering," Audrey said turning away from Albus.
Percy caught Fred's arm as George led her out. "Take care of her?"
"Of course, Percy, don't worry about her," Fred said and followed George and Audrey out.
"What right do you have to do such a thing?" Percy said rounding on Albus as the door swung shut behind them his temper boiling within him. "Despite what you might think Audrey isn't a threat and moreover the casual use of Legilimency against anyone is borderline illegal and certainly downright rude. This is not your castle, she is not a recalcitrant student playing pranks in the corridors. She is not a supporter of Riddle or in anyway affiliated with the Ministry."
"Percy!" Molly exclaimed appalled. "You can't speak to Albus like that. It might be an unpleasant truth that such things need to happen, but it is a truth none the less. You-Know-Who might be gone, but his supporters are not, and not all of them carried the Mark."
"Audrey isn't a Death Eater. She didn't know about any of this until I told her," Percy snapped.
"You've no way to be certain," Albus said kindly. "Your position at the Ministry—,"
"So, that's it, is it?" Percy demanded hotly swinging around to face Albus again. "Because I'm not blindly following you. Because I hold a position at the Ministry, one you all think I got so I could inform on my family and Harry, you now believe that Audrey is a part of it as well?"
"Percy," Molly protested reaching for his arm. "You have to admit…"
"No," Percy said snatching his arm out of her grasp. "I don't. I don't have to see what you see. I'm glad you are all well, and you all made it out of tonight unharmed but I can see coming back isn't going to work out." Percy spun on his heel and stalked to the door, he wrenched it open and went through it leaving it to slam behind him. He didn't look back.
Kingsley looked at the shocked faces of Molly and Arthur, he smiled tightly. "I'll be in touch." Then he turned and followed Percy out of the door.