Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from Harry Potter, especially not Percy Weasley. They are JKR's. There may be spoilers from Deathly Hallows so don't read if you haven't read that. I decided to continue due to the amazing response of you all. :) Slash pairing, eventually…probably. PercyOliver. Don't like, don't continue reading and leave chapter 1 as a oneshot in your mind. There might be some cussing later on, though not in this chapter. Percy is very disapproving of swearing. Anyways, on with the show!

Travelling through France in a Muggle car, with Percy Weasley unconscious next to him. Oliver exhaled gustily. This was not exactly how he had planned to spend his remaining days in Europe, having been rounding up Dark wizards in Spain. He had been expecting to be able to do some sightseeing, enjoy the fact that they were finally free of the Dark Lord, and his Muggle mother could come out of hiding. Glancing over at Percy, his eyes clouded over with concern for his friend. He had heard about Fred Weasley's tragic death, had mourned it himself (Fred had been a terrific Beater after all), but he had never guessed how hard it had hit Percy. He couldn't help but know now.

He jumped. He jumped and you know it.

Oliver gripped the steering wheel with such determination his knuckles turned brilliant white, matching Percy's complexion and contrasting against his own tanned skin. Taking a left turn, Oliver followed signs directing them to the Channel Tunnel. They could leave the car; another Order member would pick it up when coming from England to France, and in turn perhaps take it to another country. Oliver was well aware of the number of Dark wizards in Belgium. After another half an hour of travelling, Oliver carefully parked the car in a slot in the parking area near to where they would catch the train. He sighed again. He'd done that a lot recently.

Looking outside, he noted that it was still very dark. It was no surprise, really; he had found Percy at around 11.27 pm. They had been travelling for roughly 3 and a half hours. Thus, it was still dark. He looked over at Percy and drew in a sharp breath when he found blue eyes staring into his brown ones. Percy's face had taken on the old expression Oliver was used to; the one that made whoever was there to witness it feel very small.

"Care to tell me why I am in your car, Wood?"

If he had said that in a colder voice I'd be dead from frostbite.

Oliver attempted to speak; however, his voice sounded rusty, as if it had not been used in years. He coughed lightly, and said awkwardly in his broad Scottish accent,

"Uh…ah, well…do you remember anything?"

Percy's blue eyes flashed as he replied curtly, "Oh yes, I remember plenty. However, that does not quite explain what the hell I am doing in your car."

Oliver's temper flared, "You're in my car because you're unfit to continue with your mission! You fell off a five-storey building, Percy, its obvious someone's after you! They pushed you off!"

A hollow laugh met his ears, "Who says I was pushed?"

Oliver swallowed, "You mean…you…" His next words died on his dry lips as Percy glared, saying simply, "Yes, I jumped. Why I jumped, however, is none of your business. Now. Care to explain where we're going and what you mean by 'unfit to continue with your mission'?"

"We're going back to Headquarters. What I mean by 'unfit to continue your mission' is that seeing as you jumped, you're in no suitable psychological condition to continue when its obvious something motivated you to try and kill yourself. Right now we're going to get on the soonest train through the Channel Tunnel and Side-Along Apparate back to Grimmauld Place. Oh, and there sure as hell isn't anything you can do about it," Oliver replied curtly, "Now get out of the car, and don't try anything funny, because I just so happen to have your wand."

Percy sighed. He was dealing with a six foot tall Quidditch Keeper composed mainly of solid muscle and a surprising amount of brains. Taking a short period of time to access his choices, Percy came to a simple conclusion: he was five foot nine, scrawny but smart, however was wandless, so therefore there was no chance in hell he could fight him, with or without magic. He nodded sourly, "Very well. I presume you have informed the other members of the Order of the whole situation?"

"You're damn right I have. I presume you know very little to no French?"

"Correct. You have to get the tickets and such. And I want a coffee."

Oliver glared at the last request, but found himself yawning, and nodded drowsily, "Yeah…I guess I could do with a cuppa. Come on."

Oliver pushed open the car door and stepped out, waiting for Percy before shutting the door behind them and locking the car. He walked briskly towards the station, and upon entering, looked for the nearest ticket booth. When he found one, he quietly waited in line for tickets, and when they approached the woman serving them, he said politely,

"Bonsoir mademoiselle. Je voudrais deux billets pour la Channel Tunnel, s'il vous plait."

(A/N: There will be an all-English translation of the below conversation in the Author's Note at the bottom. Also, for those of you fluent in French, I used a translator for some of it and so it may not make much sense to you. Sorry.)

"Ah, oui. Une minute, monsieur."

Percy turned to Oliver, bemused, "Just where did you learn French?"

Oliver grinned brightly, "Muggle school. I'm a half-blood, remember, so I went to Muggle school before Hogwarts."

The woman's tentative voice came as a whisper, "Monsieurs? Êtes vous des magicians?"

Oliver frowned, leaning forward to whisper, "Oui, comment avez-vous su?"

"Vous avez dit 'Hogwarts'. Je suis allé à Beauxbatons! Ah…vous savez Harry Potter?"

Percy turned sharply to Oliver, "What is she saying? I heard the word 'Beauxbatons'."

Oliver smiled broadly back at Percy, "She's a witch! She wants to know if we know Harry!" Turning back to the woman, Oliver smiled once more,

"Oui, oui. Pourquoi?"

The woman gave a squeal of delight, "Est il vrai qu'il a tué Seigneur Voldemort?"

"Oui mademoiselle, c'est merveilleux," Oliver grinned brightly, but was not prepared when the woman pulled up the window separating them and kissed Percy and Oliver once each, full on the mouth. Oliver staggered slightly, and Percy flushed bright red to the roots of his equally red hair, and the woman smiled demurely, pink spots appearing on each of her cheeks before she exclaimed,

"Les billets sont gratuits! Bon voyage, monsieurs!"

Grinning like a goon, Oliver took the two tickets and headed for the platform the train would pull into, tugging Percy out of his daze and along with him, whistling cheerfully. Percy looked at Oliver, and said,

"Well. I suppose this whole escapade hasn't been so bad."

The train soon came into the platform and the two men found themselves some seats, after realising the woman at the ticket booth had given them seats in First Class. They settled down into their chairs, and Oliver turned to Percy tiredly,

"Look. I'm gonna sleep, cause having to break your fall, get you to my car, send a Patronus message back to Headquarters and driving us here has kind of taken a lot out of me. If you want a coffee still, say to the person when they come…" Pulling a slip of paper out of his pocket, he wrote down the phrase in French and in phonics, "…this. 'Bonsoir, je voudrais une tasse de café'. Its easy. And when they give it to you, say merci. Goodnight."

After Oliver had turned his head to the side, Percy looked at his friend with a combination of gratitude and concern. He guessed that he had had a long day; after all, the man had come from…well, he wasn't sure, but he believed it to be Spain. And he had probably travelled to France in that awful Muggle car. There was a distinct possibility that he had been awake for as much as 36 hours, maybe more. Percy sighed, looking down at his lap, wondering whether Fred was watching him from somewhere above.

He's probably thinking I'm a twat for jumping like that, actually.

Percy laughed at this revelation, but quickly quietened when he remembered that the rest of his family would be of a similar belief, no doubt. After all, even George had not resorted to attempting suicide. Percy let a bittersweet smile settle on his face as he silently thanked Oliver for being there to stop him from dying. He shut his heavy eyelids and drifted off into sleep.

The stewardess on the train smiled, looking at the two fast asleep men, and moved on, knowing she would remember the sight for a while: one tanned, tall, muscled, brown-haired man, and one smaller, thin, pale and freckled red-headed man, wearing horn-rimmed glasses, the smaller man's head resting lightly on his companion's shoulder.

Author's Note: Aww. Hoped you liked that as much as I liked writing it. Here is the full English version of Oliver and the French Lady's conversation. Her name is Marielle La Rouge, in case anyone was wondering.

Oliver glared at the last request, but found himself yawning, and nodded drowsily, "Yeah…I guess I could do with a cuppa. Come on."

Oliver pushed open the car door and stepped out, waiting for Percy before shutting the door behind them and locking the car. He walked briskly towards the station, and upon entering, looked for the nearest ticket booth. When he found one, he quietly waited in line for tickets, and when they approached the woman serving them, he said politely,

"Good evening Miss. I would like two tickets for the Channel Tunnel, please."

"Ah, yes. One minute, sir."

Percy turned to Oliver, bemused, "Just where did you learn French?"

Oliver grinned brightly, "Muggle school. I'm a half-blood, remember, so I went to Muggle school before Hogwarts."

The woman's tentative voice came as a whisper, "Sirs? Are you wizards?"

Oliver frowned, leaning forward to whisper, "Yes, how did you know?"

"You said 'Hogwarts'. I went to Beauxbatons! Ah…do you know Harry Potter?"

Percy turned sharply to Oliver, "What is she saying? I heard the word 'Beauxbatons'."

Oliver smiled broadly back at Percy, "She's a witch! She wants to know if we know Harry!" Turning back to the woman, Oliver smiled once more,

"Yes, yes. Why?"

The woman gave a squeal of delight, "Is it true he killed Lord Voldemort?"

"Yes Miss, its marvellous," Oliver grinned brightly, but was not prepared when the woman pulled up the window separating them and kissed Percy and Oliver once each, full on the mouth. Oliver staggered slightly, and Percy flushed bright red to the roots of his equally red hair, and the woman smiled demurely, pink spots appearing on each of her cheeks before she exclaimed,

"The tickets are free of charge! Safe journey, sirs!"

Grinning like a goon, Oliver took the two tickets and headed for the platform the train would pull into, tugging Percy out of his daze and along with him, whistling cheerfully. Percy looked at Oliver, and said,

"Well. I suppose this whole escapade hasn't been so bad."

(Continue as normal.)

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