Percy Weasley
The eyes behind the horn rimmed glasses were wet with tears, tears of remorse and loss. The owner of those pair of eyes, tall red headed Percy Weasley, stood quite still and rigid on the platform. Something was not right in his face. It seemed like a dark shadow had been cast upon it. Finally he opened his mouth to speak.
'Does anyone here know when was the last time I made a joke?' he asked. Everyone stared back at him, not knowing what to do and what he was saying at all.
'Because Fred did. Before he was killed, he was mid sentence in saying that he hadn't heard me make a joke since…. He didn't finish his sentence and I never knew'
The third Weasley brother clutched his red hair and took out his glasses to wipe them on his sleeve.
'I'm a prat. I know I am. I put fame and power before my own family. I was greedy and selfish, and a pompous fool! I know that! And I completely understand why they're ashamed of me.'
'Perce!' Mrs. Weasley gasped but Percy lifted his hand.
'No, mum. I completely deserve what I got; the cold shoulders, the angry looks. When I returned home for Christmas last year, I dare say I deserve every stinging parsnips Fred, George and Ginny splattered me with. I deserve all those harsh treatments… But Fred, he doesn't deserve this…'
He waved his arm at the white coffin lying on the green grass. 'When I came back to join the battle, Fred was the first person to came up to me and welcomed me back. I don't think I deserve what he did. But he did it anyway. I don't deserve him as a brother. I don't even deserve this family'
At this statement, Mrs. Weasley had burst into more uncontrollable tears.
'I could've saved him. We were fighting side by side. We were brothers for the first time in years. And it ended so quickly. He came and went so soon.'
Percy closed his eyes. He could see his brother in his mind, laughing next to him, both of them throwing spells at the Death Eaters.
'He doesn't deserve to die. I should've protected him somehow. It should have been me instead of him. All those accuses and insults I gave him through out the years came back to me… he doesn't deserve one of them, unlike me who deserved every word.
'It is not supposed to be this way. It is not supposed to be Fred Weasley, my brother, who died. It is not supposed to be me who live…'
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