Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, but the story is mine. Everything else belongs to J.K. Rowling.
Percy fell out of the fire place at Hollow Creek Manor. He looked around at the massive bookshelves that towered over him and immediately recognized the DeBuisoise's large library. He stood up and dusted himself off but was hardly as particular about it as he had been when he first arrived at the ministry that morning. He quickly exited the library and walked down the hall to one of the many spare bedrooms.
He opened the one furthest from the library, all the way at the other end of the long narrow hall, and entered quickly. The room he had entered smelled of mold and the air was thick with it, but Percy was too nervous to care. He walked towards the corner of the room, kneeled down and pulled up a loose floorboard. He retrieved from it a long black cloak and a mask. He held them for a moment and bit his lower lip. He knew what this call was. He knew what he was going to have to do and no reassurance from Dumbledore had made him feel any better about it.
"No sense in prolonging the inevitable Percy." Percy quickly turned around and saw a woman leaning against the open door frame. Bethany DeBuisoise smiled weakly and then walked over to him. Percy glared at her for a moment and then relaxed slightly as she kneeled down next to him. "Being a traitor isn't all that bad."
He looked at her, not knowing what to say in response. She made eye contact for a brief second before looking away but the damage was done. In the split second, Percy had seen all the hurt that was behind those piercing gray eyes. Her casual blonde hair hung in big heavy curls and hid her face. Percy reached up to touch her but she flinched and stood up.
"Sorry, I guess I'm just a little nervous." She pulled on her own black robes and held the mask in her hands for a moment. Percy stayed kneeling on the ground and watched her. It was easy to see why the Dark Lord found her so useful. She was stunning and capable, strong and determined and had an aura that seem to draw people to her. It was using those charms that she had lured in Harry Potter.
"You'd better shake those nerves, you how He is." Percy said cryptically but she understood completely. Bethany made her way towards the fireplace but instead of taking the Floo powder and stepping into the grate she turned around to face Percy.
"I don't want to do this anymore." She looked at him and he watched her beautiful facade crumble and fall to pieces, revealing the very young and innocent girl that she was. "I don't want to hurt people anymore. I don't want to pretend that I don't care what happens to the world. I don't want anything to do with this."
As she spoke her voice cracked and a single tear crept slowly down her face. Percy's heart ached for her, but he also knew that he was hurting for Penelope, for himself, and for all who were involved in this war. Percy walked to her and held her close. She remained limp for a while before wrapping her arms around Percy and holding him close. Then she began to emit deep guttural sobs that echoed throughout the empty mansion and Percy just held her. He knew he should stop her, scold her for being weak, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He was hurting to much himself to stop her from hurting as well.
"Oh, Bethany," was all he could think of to say but that was all that needed to be said. Bethany pulled away from him and quickly dried her eyes. She tossed her hair back, rolled her shoulders and tensed her face up so that no emotion showed at all.
"I have to do this, I will do this." Bethany said sternly, and then she added softly, "I'll do this for Harry."
Before Percy could say anything, Bethany walked over to the fireplace, grabbed a handful of Floo powder and stepped gracefully into grate and said clearly "Rose Terrace Hills."
In a flash she was gone and Percy knew he had to quickly follow suit. He pulled on his own black robes and hastily put the mask on before stepping into the grate himself and shouting "Rose Terrace Hills".
Percy stepped out of the grate and into the front room of a small muggle house. He'd been here before on several occasions but none like this. The house had been taken over as a sort of safe haven for the Death Eaters to gather in secret before setting out on a mission. This time, they were gathering to discuss Percy's mission.
"Silence, your Master has something to say." Percy turned towards the small mousy voice and recognized Wormtail beneath the heavy dark robes. The room was immediately silenced and starring at the large figure looming behind Wormtail.
Lord Voldemort slowly turned and faced the ever growing crowd of Death Eaters and smiled. Percy's fight or flight response kicked in but he refused to move or even acknowledge the panic he felt. He felt someone slide their hand into his and he didn't have to look to know it was Bethany. She gave his hand a squeeze before pushing past him and walking towards the front of the group.
"We know why we are here, as does our special guest." Voldemort hissed icily as he moved through the crowd. He stopped in front of Percy and looked at him questioningly. "Are you ready to follow in the footsteps of power? Do you think you can handle the greatness your parents seem so eager to fight against?"
Percy couldn't bring himself to speak so he merely nodded his head in assent.
"Do you think you are ready to prove your loyalty?"
Voldemort was peering down at Percy as if he were staring directly into his soul. Percy held himself strongly and without hesitation replied "I am ready."
Voldemort smirked then turned towards the group and Apperated with a pop. Slowly at first and then rapidly, everyone around Percy began Apperating as well until only Bethany and himself were left.
"Survive tonight, and we'll figure the rest out tomorrow." She said carefully before she apperated as well. Percy lingered for a moment and then shut his eyes and cleared his mind before Apperating to what might be his death.