Percy stood outside the large doors that led into the Great hall, observing the students that filed in. Namely so, the first and second years. He wanted to ensure that they were correctly accumulating, whether that be for the first time or having to do it again. The first month or so was usually tricky, the busiest for Percy with students coming to him with questions or anything else.

He spotted his younger brother and Hermione walking closely together. They were talking hushedly amongst themselves. That was typically not a good sign. He gave a nod to the new Prefect, motioning towards Ron to which she understood. He then approached them. "Ron," He said as a greeting, "Hermione."

Ron looked up at him. "Oh, hey, Perce."

"Hi Percy," Hermione smiled but it didn't reach her eyes. There was something wrong, something that was worrying her.

"Where's Harry?" Percy noticed the boy wasn't with him. How odd.

Ron and Hermione exchanged looks of uncertainty.

"He's in the dorm," Ron said. "He won't come out."

"Why?" Percy felt concerned now. "Is it Malfoy again? I can have a talk with Professor Dumbledore if need be."

"It's not Malfoy," Hermione cut in to reassure him. She chewed on her lower lip.

"Well, what is it?" He looked to them for an answer. "Is he planning on coming to the feast at all?"

"Probably not," Ron mumbled. "Don't think he feels like celebrating any."

"But why- oh ," Percy breathed. Of course he didn't. It was Halloween, the anniversary of his parents' death. No wonder he'd seemed melancholy this morning at breakfast. They both seemed relieved that neither of them had to say it outright.

"Yeah," Ron nodded. "That."

Hermione rubbed her arm. "We're not sure what to do," she admitted. "We tried talking to him but he won't say anything to us."

"Perhaps talking isn't the right way to go about this," Percy said carefully.

"What else are we supposed to do?" Ron spoke up, that look of determination passing over his face. It made Percy feel a sense of pride; his brother would get embarrassed if he said it out loud but it was really heartening to see how much he cared for Harry.

Hermione thought it over. "We could bring him some food," She suggested. "He likes treacle tart."

"That's a start," Percy considered. He had another idea brewing in his mind. It would take some time to get everything sorted, so not until they were a few weeks into November, but it could be done. "Why don't you two go on in? The feast is about to start."

"But what about-" Ron started to say.

Percy put his hands on his brother's shoulders, looking him straight in the eye. It was enough to make Ron trail off. "Go and enjoy yourselves. I know how to take care of Harry. I promise."

"I don't suppose you're going to tell us?" Hermione piped up.

"No," Percy agreed with her. "I don't suppose I will."

/

Percy went back to his dorm later that night with a plan in mind. Oliver was at the desk that they shared, writing down quidditch plays or something or other. He lifted his eyes up to see the red-head entering.

"I need that," Percy said bluntly.

"The desk?"

"Yes."

"I'm busy," Oliver whined. "Can't it wait?"

"No it most certainly cannot," Percy shook his head. "And anyway, I know you're not busy."

Oliver was slightly offended.

"It's just quidditch plays, isn't it?" Percy peered down at the parchment.

"So what if it is?" Oliver held it close to him protectively. "This is important!"

"I think our ideas of what is important greatly differ."

"Clearly," Oliver snorted. He leaned back in the chair. "What do you need this for anyway? Got another exam you have to crush everyone in?"

"No," Percy retorted. He crossed his arms, exhaling. "I want to do something for Harry."

That made Oliver spring back up, alarmed. "What's wrong with Harry? Is he okay? He's alright to play, isn't he?"

Percy gave him a dirty look. " Oliver ..."

"What?" Oliver said defensively. "Don't look at me like that."

"Don't talk like that. For Merlin's sake, did you even notice how upset he was today?"

Oliver deflated. He rubbed the back of his neck, letting out a sigh. "Course I did, how could you miss it? Poor kid. Got to be rough."

"I know," Percy said grimly. "Ron told me he wouldn't come out of the dorm. Refused to attend the feast."

"Can't blame him for that," Oliver said. "I wouldn't want to, if it was me."

"Me either. I've got an idea I hope will work but I need your help."

Oliver looked interested. "M'listening."

"Alright, so here's what we'll do..."

/

"Thank you for meeting with me, Professor Dumbledore," Percy said in his most professional tone. "I hope this visit isn't an inconvenience in any way."

Professor Dumbledore sat behind his grand desk, eyes twinkling. "Not at all, Mr. Weasley. I'm happy to meet with any student that needs it." He held out a bowl of candy. Muggle candy by the looks of it. "Would you care for a sweet?"

"No thank you, Sir," Percy politely declined.

"Very well," Professor Dumbledore put it down. "Now, what seems to be the reason for this visit?"

Percy readjusted himself in the seat. "Well, Sir, to be blunt, did you know Harry's parents?"

If Professor Dumbledore was surprised he asked, he didn't show it. "I take it you're asking because young Harry was absent from the feast?"

"You noticed," Percy said.

"Ahh, I did. I saw Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger looking quite worried."

"Yes," Percy nodded. "Ron told me Harry refused to come out of the dorm. I thought it had something to do with Malfoy again. He was bothering Harry previously over his reaction to the dementors."

"Yes, I heard about that," Professor Dumbledore stroked his long beard. "I also heard that you took care of that quite well, if I may add."

A flush came over Percy's cheeks at the praise. "I suppose," He said modestly. "I did what anyone would've done."

Professor Dumbledore hummed. He didn't speak for nearly two minutes and when he did, Percy caught onto the sadness lacing his words. "I knew Lily and James Potter well. They were in the Order during the first wizarding war."

"The Order of the Phoenix," Percy clarified. "I've heard of it. I overheard Dad saying something to Mum about it. It was your secret group, yes? The one to fight You-Know-Who?"

"Indeed it was," Professor Dumbledore said. "You may be surprised to know that Professor Lupin was in the Order as well. He was a dear friend of James."

"Really?" Percy was surprised. "If that's the case, Sir, then I would have assumed he would try to talk to Harry. Unless they have already..."

He watched as Professor Dumbledore took a long sip of his tea. "That would be an excellent idea, Mr. Weasley. I myself have encouraged Professor Lupin to have Harry around for tea but I don't think he's ready for that."

"Why not?" Percy tilted his head to the side. He didn't understand.

"Sometimes our past can haunt in mysterious ways," Professor Dumbledore said wisely. "I would imagine that considering young Harry looks so much like James did at that age, it must be rather difficult for Professor Lupin to cope with."

It dawned on Percy. "Oh..."

"With time, we can hope for better."
"Yes," Percy murmured. He was aware he was under the gaze of the headmaster.

"Is there a reason you came to inquire about my relationship with the Potters, Mr. Weasley? Surely it's more than to simply let an old man reminisce."

Percy sat up straighter. "Yes, Headmaster, there is. I had an...idea I wished to pursue. It's for Harry, of course."

"I see," Professor Dumbledore peered at him over his glasses. "What is this idea of yours?"

Percy blew out a puff of air. This was it, now or never. He didn't know how the headmaster would react and was more than a little relieved to see a soft smile on the old man's face.
"I think that is a wonderful idea. I'm sure Mr. Potter will love it."

I hope so , Percy thought.

/

It took ages. Loads of making and attending meetings with various people, owling others like his parents and people that they knew, in between his school work. For a while, it seemed never ending. Percy was in for the whole thing, though. Eventually, word spread. Subtly of course. Percy stressed, figuratively and literally, that this needed to be kept a surprise and that Harry was not to know about it until the day of. He had to threaten Fred and George specifically, who held their hands up in surrender and said they wouldn't tell.

It really amazed him; what started out as a simple project that he was mainly in charge of with some help from Oliver, turned out to be so much more. Much of Gryffindor was in on it; some of the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff students were as well. Penny took to scavenging through the newspapers, coming to Percy with plenty of usable pieces. She thought it was awfully sweet of him to do and had given him quite a lovely snog during one of the evenings they were researching.

Someone wolf whistled. Percy and Penny hastily pulled away. Oliver stood there, smirking like the tosser he was.

Penny cleared her throat. "Right so-"

"Err, yes," For the life of him, Percy couldn't remember what they'd been talking about before they started snogging.

Merlin, he loved those moments.

By the time it became mid November, he had everything he needed to begin putting his project together. It gave him a thrill of excitement that Oliver teased him over.

"I guess the rumors are true," Oliver said dramatically. He fell on his bed on his stomach, looking down at Percy who was sitting cross legged on the floor, with everything he had gathered in front of him. "Percy Weasley does care about more than school."

Percy brushed his teasing right off. "Now if only we could get you to care more about things than just quidditch."

He spent majority of the night putting it together. It took that long because prior to that he had two major essays to finish and to practice a spell for charms that was needed the next day. It ended up taking somewhat longer than he had originally anticipated on, which left him not being able to start until eleven. He remained diligent, getting through it until after three in the morning. He'd be tired later but he'd deal with it. Luckily, Oliver was there to help otherwise it would've been even later when he finally slid into bed.

He couldn't wait to see the look on Harry's face. Neither could Oliver or anyone else for that matter. It amused him that they'd successfully not only were able to make sure that Harry didn't find out but also Ron and Hermione as well. He wasn't really surprised at getting past his brother so easily but he was for Hermione. He would have thought she could have figured out something was up. Or maybe she was suspicious and merely wasn't saying anything.

He'd find out soon enough.

/

Percy told everyone involved that today was the day. He would be presenting his gift to Harry in the Great Hall at breakfast. That morning, he went down with the gift wrapped in some nice looking paper that his Mum had sent. Oliver came down with him, chirping rather annoyingly in his ear.

"For goodness, Oliver," Percy sighed. "It's much too early for this."

Oliver was usually revoltingly chipper in the morning because of quidditch more often than not. He simply shrugged, unaffected by his dormmate's lack of cheer.

"I hope he likes this," Percy muttered.

"He will," Oliver said. "Harry's a good kid. He'll appreciate it. And if he doesn't, I'll make him fly laps at four in the morning."

Percy rolled his eyes. He had no doubt that Oliver wasn't joking about that. "You'll do no such thing."

The sun was shining through the windows in the hall. Harry was seated in the middle of the Gryffindor table, with Ron at his right side and Hermione across from him. The boys were in the midst of eating breakfast while Hermione was reading through a book in between taking bites of her porridge.

"Harry," Percy addressed the boy with a bright smile.

Harry looked up with confusion in his eyes. They didn't speak much so that was understandable. "Oh. Hello Percy."

"I've got something for you."

Ron blinked. This caught Hermione's attention and she abandoned her book for the time being.

"You...do?" Harry asked, staring at Percy.

"I do," Percy confirmed.

"Why?" Harry didn't understand. Ron looked like he was wondering the same thing. After all, he'd never done it before.

"Consider it a late birthday present or early Christmas gift," Percy told him and held out the package he had.

Harry took it gingerly. He traced a finger over it. Percy could steadily feel more and more eyes looking their way. "So it's from you?"

"Actually," Percy said, "it's from a...few people."

Harry was startled. "What?"

"Open it," Percy encouraged him gently.

Harry heeded his advice and started to rip off the paper. Ron took it and set it aside for him, trying to get a peek at what was inside. He came across an old fashioned looking scrapbook. Harry looked up at Percy questioningly.

"Look inside."

Harry did. Percy kept his eyes on the boy's face, watching as several emotions crossed it at once. His-Harry's-breath hitched and he gripped the sides of the scrapbook. By now most of the hall was watching, including the teachers and some of the Slytherins who were wondering what was going on.

There was a note he'd written on the first page for Harry to read.

Harry,

I can't begin to express my condolences for you. You don't deserve any of this, You should have your parents with you. But because your circumstances are unfortunately different, I've taken the liberty to put this together for you.

I know it's not a substitute for the real thing but perhaps this could give you some comfort whenever you're feeling down.

Your friend,

Percy

Harry slowly flipped through the pages, eyes wide in wonder. Percy had acquired a number of different pictures from people who knew the Potters and others were articles about James' auror work and Lily's potion making skills. The articles took the longest time, going through the Prophet and any other kind of newspaper he and anyone could get their hands on.

"Blimey Perce," Ron breathed. "This must have taken you ages."

Hermione looked to be on the verge of tears. Happy tears, he hoped.

"You..." Harry lifted his eyes to meet Percy's. He was truly astonished. "You did this for me?" then he seemed to remember something. "You said it's from a few people."

Percy nodded. "It is."

"Who else is it from?" Harry's eyes subtly darted around the hall.

"Too many to count," Oliver piped up, coming to stand beside them.

"Pretty much all of Gryffindor," Katie Bell said.

"And some of Ravenclaw," Penny said. She came over and reached across the table to squeeze Percy's hand. He smiled at her.

"Some of us 'Puffs, too," a little redheaded girl, Susan Bones, said with an apologetic glance at Harry. "We're sorry about last year, Harry. Please consider this our apology."

"We hope you'll accept it," A girl beside her with pigtails-Hannah Abbott, if he remembered correctly-said.

Fred and George slapped Harry on his back, then ruffled his hair.

"Hope you're feeling better, Harrykins."

"Hope this cheers you up."

"Percy's been working on this for days ."

"Made sure to keep it all hush hush."

"Can you believe he threatened us?"

There was some laughter that came from Fred's words. Harry paid no mind to it. He was still in shock, Percy reckoned. Frozen in his spot. "Harry-?" He prompted.

"You did this?" Harry said and then his eyes roved over the group that stood up or were nearby. "You all did... for me?"

"Of course," Percy smiled.

"We haven't talked much," Harry said awkwardly.

"I know."

"But you did this."

"Yes," Percy nodded. "What kind of Head-Boy would I be if I let a student such as yourself be upset?"

Harry was still doubtful of his intentions. "But why?" He persisted. His eyes were searching Percy's face, as if that was where he'd get reason from. He was standing now. The red-head could fully see the height difference between them and it only further made him realize that Harry was just a kid. A kid who had been dubbed a 'savior' even though he couldn't remember anything about what he'd done. A kid who more than anything, just wanted his parents back.

"Harry," Percy said to get the boy's attention. "Whether you know it or not, you're a Weasley and we take care of each other."

" Oh ," Harry uttered, stunned.

"I only meant for it to be my project," Percy admitted. "Then Oliver wanted to help and Penny offered to as well."

"Word spread," Oliver elaborated. "Soon we had loads of people giving us stuff."

"Wow," Harry murmured. "This is...thank you."

He said it to Percy and to everyone else. He made to move forward, hesitating and then going for a brief hug. Percy reciprocated

"I know it might not seem like it," He said to the boy. "But you've got family. Even if we aren't blood."

The smile he received was the brightest he'd ever seen from Harry.