Oliver invited them into Percy's room. The Quidditch player locked the door then sat next to their brother, thumbs rubbed skeleton hand. His appearance saddens them whenever they saw him.
Percy's curly hair had grown much, covered his face and reached past his shoulder. His ashen complexion accentuated the freckles dotted on his face and body. Bill never realized how many there were when he was the oldest brother. He should have known about his brother's appearance. In the white gown, Percy's thin physique stood out more and exposed the scars he received. Some of those were from them.
"Take a rest, Wood," Charlie said, patted Oliver's shoulder. The man shakes his head, his eyes never moved from Percy. "He will not disappear or die if you're gone. We will take care so return to your home and rest."
"You're not my captain, Charlie," Oliver retorted, hints of amusement in his words. Charlie snickered. "I don't have to do what you said."
"But I'm his brother, and we are his family. We can tell you when to leave us alone."
"You never acted like one to him," Oliver whispered, yet the empty room echoed those words to all of them. They flinched, guiltily remembered the words they spoke to Percy after his fight. When he studied in Hogwarts. Oliver glanced at them then, suddenly, cursed under his breath. "Sorry, I shouldn't said that."
"You're not really wrong, Wood," George countered. None of them spoke against it. The breathing of Percy sounded throughout the room.
Oliver sighed, rubbed his forehead. "I will go to sleep -" "At your home!" "- at my home and rest! Merlin, Charlie, you're as overbearing as Perce here!" Oliver kissed their brother's forehead, whispered sweet words to his ears before said his farewell. Once the door closed, four of them glanced at the other amused and overwhelmed with protective instinct.
"Do you think he's Percy's -" "Definitely, his presence bared similarity to Fenrir and how protective he is toward Percy. He's Percy's Alpha."
"Should we pay him a visit once we've checked on Percy?" Charlie questioned, grinned as surely an image of Oliver cowered before the four Weasley. Omega usually acted submissive toward the Alpha. However, if one of their family was threatening, then their behaviors changed significantly. Bill snickered as he imagined their meeting with Oliver.
He glanced at Percy, and their mood dejected. Each of them occupied a corner of Percy's bed. Bill moved strands of hair from Percy's face. His brother peaceful expression felt foreign from the stress he had.
"Sorry for not visiting you recently, Perce," Bill spoke. "Something's happening, and the world and our family were affected by it. You probably would've been able to find a solution, wouldn't you?
And we've also learned something ... dark about our parents. They are vile, more than we thought. They hid things from us, from our family. And honestly, we don't really what we should do with what we find! They're our parents, Perce." Bill whispered, tears dripped onto the blanket. He barely contained his emotion, of rage and sorrow fought and shredded inside him. His parent, his entire generation of family, had sealed their sub-gender traits hundred of years ago. The reason they ran away was not to grieve for the children, but the realization of the weakening of their effort. He had reported to Kingsley and gathered his brothers soon after.
He traced the center of Percy's body. There was a drawing sketched by their parent. Bill sensed bumps that formed a circle. "And you were hurt by them. By our parents. We should have noticed something, but we don't. We're sorry, Percy, and we promised we will be your brother again. We have a job, a task to finish. Once we're finished, we will fulfill yours." Bill smiled at Percy and followed his brothers outside of the room.
St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries busied with nurses escorted wizards and witches to their seats and attempted to calm people. Mediwizards and healers moved into and out of rooms and hallways, files and medicine trays in their hands. Bill and his brothers hastily exited the lobby, greeting those who recognized them. Once they were outside, his brothers gone back to their home while Bill went for the Ministry.
When he entered, Kingsley, Hermione Granger, and Professor McGonagall were arguing with Harry Potter.
"They're not!" Harry roared. "How can you all accused them of doing such actions!"
"We know what we saw, mister Potter!" McGonagall said, fuming at her former and the savior of the world. "The documents Albus stored, those the goblins hidden away when we searched their bank, they revealed very clearly that the Weasley and the Prewett had concealed a part of us away. And Arthur and Molly participated, mister Potter."
"How can you be so sure," Harry questioned, angry. "What if they were forced? What if someone that despised them framed them!?"
"They hurt my brother, Harry!" Bill hollered, attracted everyone's attention. "They hurt Percy. They used his body as an experiment, to test their spell, to ensure the spell that locked our natural traits and suppressed them. And Percy endured that since he was a child, everyday and none of us noticed it. He was hurt by his parent and I ... I ..." Bill choked, sobbed as he was unable to continue. The thought of his brother, the "traitor" of the family, the awkward, introverted brother was harmed by their parent. Harmed and regularly forgot only to repeats the process daily, weekly, monthly.
His wolf inside howled and growled when they saw the actual examination paper of Percy. Scars dotted on his back, torso and limbs. Spells swam inside his body, gradually weaken his body that the mediwizards and mediwitches spent the first two weeks extracted the harmful. On his torso, a magical drawing drawn by a knife pierced through his skin. Charlie vomited upon reading that section, and neither Ron nor George moved. The wolf inside growled kill them kill them they hurt him they hurt him they lied they disgusting.
Hermione came and rubbed his back, though the act calm him very little he still thanked her. Harry dejectedly looked at the papers. He knew why Harry Potter was so vehemently opposed to the idea of his parent. "They are important," Bill spoke gently. "To us and especially, to you. I understand how important they are to your life. I, we, everyone that loved them, want to believe as you do. But I saw what they had done. Professor McGonagall had records of their crimes. My parent may have raised us, gave you a home, but they're ... they ..." he could not said the word. The word they deserved, the word they befitted their crimes. The word elevated them to the same as Voldemort. Yet, they had raised him and his brothers, cared for Harry when his blood family does not, and supported their decisions. They were his family, despite the crimes they committed.
"... I just don't want to believe it," Harry said hoarsely. "They are important to me. I don't want to believe they would do that."
"We understand, Harry," Hermione comforted her friend, pulled him into a hug. Harry returned. They allowed both of them some moments, each was shocked and sadden by the revelation. Harry removed himself from Hermione, his sleeve washed away the tears. The boy smiled, yet the feeling was not happiness. "Where are they?"
"There several locations we identified as possibilities," Kingsley spoke, spreads the map of the wizarding world for all of us. "I had ordered all of the Aurors, half searching and imprisoned the remaining Prewett and Weasley around the world and the other half search the possible locations. Many wizards and witches of many countries had agreed to assist us. McGonagall, however, found one that we want to discuss with you, personally."
The professor nodded her head, then circled one spot on the map. A place where Dementors once guarded and Death Eaters imprisoned within. "Azkaban?"
"Several of the documents mentioned Weasley and Prewett's students regularly visited the location that is now Azkaban. Even after its construction, they still went there and only returned near the end of summer. There no mention of those activities, however, at the start of the eighteen century, and documents followed after didn't exist."
"There's a possibility they're there?" Hermione asked.
"Possibly," Professor McGonagall replied. "Harry, Bill, we want you to lead a team to search the prison. There may be places we haven't discover, or secrets we forget."
"You have a week to prepare," Kingsley said. "You can bring your mate with you. Once you go there, only return when you found something. We cannot afford failures, for this mission are too important for the world history." He nodded. The wolf howled victoriously. Fenrir howled under the moon, joy and vengeance poured around him.
"You don't need to ask, Bill," Fenrir said, caressed Bill's face. "Of course I will come. I cannot wait to shred them into pieces!" Bill beamed at him and kissed his mate.
