Author note: I forgot to add that this fic is the second part of The Black Swan series. The first part tittled "The Swan That Dream to be An Eagle"
Best part of having a big, or, an enormous family to be exact, is, you would have a lot of loves (and teases and pranks).
Shortly after send Oliver away and canceled his dinner date with Neville, Percy apparated to the ministry, then floo home to the burrow.
His mother immediately put the apple pie she just pull from the oven to the kitchen counter top, when he staggered out the firepit.
"Mom, I'm home." Percy long time ago switch his call from mother to Mom just like all his sibling call her.
"Oh dear, Perce. Are you all right?" Molly hursied to examining his temple. "You're flamming."
"I'm always hot, Mom. Thank you."
Molly swat his arms and giggling. Alot of thing changed from his favourite son after the tragedies. One of it is he jokes more.
"Go take a rest to your room, Perce. Could you go up yourself?"
"I think so, Mom."
"Go, I'll fix you some soup then."
Percy slowly climbs the stairs to his old room that Molly always keep ready for any visit. Take no long time, Molly has come with a tray of some soup and potion and help him with it.
Percy appreciatively eat the soup to the last drip, then shrug his body under the blanket, lets the fever potion Molly fed him to take effect.
Molly fix his blanket and close the door carefully.
Even that he drifted on the fever's wave, part of him still recognizing things.
The warm camomile scent and the soft fingers when his mother come back to check his temper.
The heavier big caloused fingers that checking later, smelled of weared off sandalwood scent with slight machine oil and iron dust. His father may just returned from his garage only God know doing what with what muggle machines. He has been retired from the ministry and dip his self deeper on muggle machinery.
He leaves after strooked Percy's hair lightly.
Somebody murmuring something and then something smells of mint and aloe vera, cold and slick floped to his temple. Percy's annoyedly groaning.
The man with candy, ethanol, and only God know what more smell tangled on come closer. George's hauling him to changes his clothes. Then he set the sticky thing in his temple higher.
"Are you sure that gona work?" The pepper-pine-salt scent can not completely conceal the raw meat smell Bill carried. He was help George to changed Percy's clothes.
Percy can not hear George's answer because his ears hear rings and drills.
Bill put his palm to Percy's neck. Check his pulse and pull his eyelids. Percy's groaning once more. And then he straightening the sticky thing. Their voices faded behind the door, and Percy completely fall deep asleep again.
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The pancakes smell fills the air, ruffles Percy's awarenes. He wriggles and take a deep breath.
Something fluffly and warm snuggles his neck.
Croocshank's purring and wriggles his body. Upon realization that Percy has been awaken, she is too wake up, streech her body, and jump down the bed, off dissapearing.
Somehow after Hermione married Ron, Croocshank stays at the burrow. Molly said she need a help to chase the rats away from her chicken coops.
Percy sit up. His headache has alot of subsided. He glances arround the nightstand for his glasses.
The first clear image he saw after he put his glasses is Hermes, sleeps in his old cages, snuggling beside him, are Erol and Pig. He opens one of his eyelids, hoots low, then close it again.
The gloul bangs the pipes. The chickens peeps and the roaster coockadoidling. The birds sing merry songs. Morning in the burrow never ever quiet.
Percy makes his way down to the kitchen, and finds some other peoples gathers arround the table.
His mother set him some pancakes and tea. His father may hasn't back yet from his morning jogging.
Ron waves his cakes holding hand to him, blueberry jams dripping to the plate and to the table. Percy rolls his eyes. How is on earth some Minister candidate's husband could be such of dissgracefull.
Hermione follows beside, waving her fork. Hugo and Rose nowhere seen.
"Where are the kids?"
"Today Fleur offers to baby sits them, as, we think Molly migh need to take care of you." Hermione explains.
"Well, thank you. I think I could sleep a few more hours."
"Sure, Perce. I'd tell your asisstant that you'll take a sick leave today."
"Thanks again."
"No problem, Perce. I'm sorry to make you overworked..."
"No Mione, you didnt over worked him. He him self loves to over worked his body."
Hermione nudge her elbow to Ron's rib and gives him a glare. Percy's giggling on Ron's over dramatic grimmance.
Arthur comes home and examining Percy's temple and exchange some greet with Ron and Hermione before he skids to the kitchen counter to help his wife set some breakfast and tea for him self.
Some owls come when they chats and finishing their breakfast.
First owl come from Romania, brings some dragon blood tonic from Charlie with his cluttered hand write wishing Percy to get well soon.
The same wish come along the herbs package Neville owled. Ginny must had told him about Percy's sickness. As considerable as he is, he holds himself to not visits Percy yet as Percy had requested before.
The other owl comes bring the Daily Prophet.
Ginny comes a few minutes later, clung her arms to Percy's neck and kiss his cheek. While Harry waves his hand brieftly and strides to the kitchen to help him self with a cup of cofee along another cup of tea for his wife. Among them all, he never fully regain his relation with Harry, and both of them leave it as it is. Not particularly bad, just never as close as when Harry still inocent little kid.
Percy flushtered on their attention. Just from their attention Percy has feel better already.
Hermione leaves along with Harry to the ministry. Ron followed a few minutes later to the WWW shop where he's now working at.
Arthur helps his wife with the dishes, while Ginny stoickly shove more pancakes to her plate with some enormous jams, butter and honey. A woman she might be, but her power to dig the plate is as strong as her brothers, thanks for their huge ammount that resulting some constant food fetching race. Now she eat even more for her early pregnancy that luckily morning-sick-free.
Molly fed him some anti fever potion and the dragon blood tonic, then usher him to go to sleep again.
Percy obediently climb up to his room and lay down to his bed. Pig and Erol had been fleed away, but Hermes remained sleep in his old cage.
May be because he has been better, or may be because the dragon blood tonic, Percy doesnt feel really sleepy. He tosses arround in his bed. Tempted to just dress up and go to his office instead.
But a soft thud heared, and Cupid, Oliver's scops owl, staggeredly flop to his table. Hermes open his eyes and hoots low recognizing the new comer.
Percy offers his hand, and Cupid hops on it.
Strangely Cupid bring nothing. She just restlessly flopping here and there.
Hermes hoots low again, then Cupid flies to his side, burried herself under his wing.
Owls usually resembled the owner so much. Just like Hermes is efficient like Percy, or Pig as clumsy as Ron... But Cupid nothing resembled Oliver at all.
Oliver.
He looks sick.
Who would take care of him if he really sick?
His mother has died a few years back from dragon pox (its so devastating really, they think with the Ministry's regular vacination programes dragon pox should had been extincted).
His father now stays at the nursing home for better care and companion after his health got worsening.
And Oliver has no sibling or even any close relatives.
Would any of his team mate come?
Or any of his affair man?
Percy frowned.
He is now dating Neville.
Lovelly Neville.
Lovelly baby Neville.
Massive muscled lovelly baby Neville.
Neville was not a really sociable boy, but he grows well, fisically and mentally. He developed self confident and gain a lot of close friends.
Ginny prefers Percy to be with Neville. 'You're looks better with a long bottom rather than when you got a wood stuck on your ass.' she said. Ha.
To think of it again, at some sort of ways, Percy sometimes feels like tiptoeing arround when he was with Oliver.
Oliver has a lot of fans ofcourse. As much as he wish to publicate their relation, he bound with those restricting contracts. For the fans maintaining shake, he should not seen having some sort intimate relation, let alone with other man.
While, Percy could casually declare his relation with Neville if he wish. Why not yet? Well, Percy not really sure the reason. Not that he cares his image in the ministry.
With his tittle, noone really in the place to give him distaste. Not if the Minister him self chase him arround like a puppy, and another strong candidate of the coming ministery ellection is his own in law and has been asked him to be her election team leader and then he would be her ministery counselor if she win.
He has no problem on dating man.
Nor Neville.
Oliver should be able too if only he could manage his contracts to work on the issue. He is no longer young. Well, he aged, and he aged good.
But shouldnt fans understand that he need to have personal signicant other too? He is playing quiditch for God shake, wouldnt it enough if he just play it good? And he is a good keeper, best even. They should increase his contract, not decrease it. If only he has better agent.
Wait.
He should have a better agent! His agency is the real problem!
Wait, what is his business with Oliver's agency?
What is Cupid doing here anyway?
Percy suddenly wake up and frantically shove his cupboar and changes his clothes.
Molly yells something, but he has been gone floed away before she finished it.