Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, but the story is mine. Everything else belongs to J.K. Rowling.

Percy bit his already bleeding bottom lip even harder as he silently turned the handle and threw open the door.

Several rolls of toilet paper and bath towels fell on top of him. He jumped backwards in order to avoid the avalanche was still clocked in the head with one of the flying rolls. He shook off his surprise and laughed quietly to himself. He was no cold-blooded killer that was for sure.

Just as he let his guard down for a minute his dwelling emotions hit him all at once. He couldn't kill someone. He couldn't kill some innocent human while they slept. It wasn't right. It wasn't something he could do. Even if it was a sacrifice for what Dumbledore and the others considered the "greater good". The person he killed would never be able to see and appreciate this greater good. Percy was about to turn and leave when he suddenly realized that this wasn't a situation he could just walk out of. If he did not complete this mission he would be tracked down and killed, as well as putting all the others he loved in even greater danger.

He turned back around and faced the door at the end of the hall. He was determined to go through with this, now more than ever. He walked quietly to the door, and without hesitation threw the door open.

This time he had found the right room. Against the far wall was a tall man and a rather tall woman, sleeping together in a queen-sized bed. He raised his wand to eye level and without so much as a second thought he muttered the killing curse and a green jet of light flew from his wand and hit the man right in the chest.

The man made a small choking noise and then Percy watched as the mans body tensed up momentarily and then went limp. Percy then pointed his wand at the woman and did the same to her, only she was not as silent. She moaned something so quietly that would have been lost forever except, due to Percy's heightened senses because of his nervousness, he heard:

"Holly."

Percy was taken aback. He didn't know what to do. His actions finally connected to his senses and realized what had just done. He looked at the two empty shells of the couple that had just been, moment ago, full of life. He dropped his wand in disgust and backed away from it until he hit the back wall. He stared at the man and woman and sunk to the ground and just sat there with his knees pulled up to his chest.

Without another thought, his body moving itself protectively, he stood up, grabbed his wand and fled from the room. He ran down the hall and flew down the stairs but as he neared the last step he tumbled and fell headfirst onto the ground. He hit the uncarpeted floor with a sickening thud that sent flashes of stars dashing across his closed eyelids. He rolled over onto his back and looked up the stairs and almost choked on his intake of air.

At the top of stairs stood a little girl no older than ten, dressed in a little blue nightgown and wearing a very scared expression on her face. Percy didn't know what to do, or say. He looked at the pictures that decorated the staircase and immediately realized that this family had one little girl, and that little girl was now an orphan.

Percy stood up quickly and pointed his wand at her but she didn't react. Her wide hazel eyes gave Percy the indication that she was too scared to move. Percy's mind raced with thoughts. Should he kill her? He had to kill her. He couldn't leave her there, not with so many Death Eaters on the prowl. He suddenly had a plan, though he had no idea how he would explain himself, he ran up the stairs, grabbed the little girl and Apperated.

Percy opened his eyes and looked around the seemingly empty apartment. He had only been here once before, but he was pretty sure it was the same place. There was furniture strewn around the flat and boxes piled here and there, making it apparent that the occupant had just moved in recently. Percy looked at the little girl and saw that tears were streaming down her cheeks but she wasn't making any noise.

Percy put the little girl down gently and took a step back. The girl just lay down and curled into a ball. Percy's heart ached for her but he knew he couldn't take a moment to explain anything yet. He moved across the flat and walked into the small bedroom.

He stopped as he opened the door. He looked at the bed and saw Penelope laying there, in black shorts and what he recognized as one of his old t-shirts. Her dark hair was sprawled out behind her head, making her pale skin paler. Her sleeping body looked so angelic he was tempted not to wake her at all but to simply stand there till she woke up herself.

He walked over to her bed and sat on the edge of it. He reached his hand up and brushed a lock of hair away from her face. As his hand grazed her skin she moaned quietly and shifted towards his hand. Percy let it linger for a moment before letting his hand follow the curve of her neck, then her shoulder and then he stopped. He with drew his hand and looked away. He couldn't touch her, never again. He was dirty and she was clean. She was innocent, he was murderer. He could never love her again. He stood up and walked away from the bed and was about to leave the room when heard movement behind him.

"Percy?" He stopped as he recognized her voice. It sent chills up his spine and he felt rooted to the spot. He turned back around and saw her sitting up in the bed, a questioning look on her face. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here," he paused for a moment and tried to think of how to word his request. "I have a favor to ask."

"Get out of here." Penelope said quietly. Percy moved towards her but she stumbled out of bed and grabbed her wand off the nightstand. "Get out of here Percy. I know you're one of them."

"One of them? One of who?" Percy asked in a dangerously low voice as he moved tried to move towards her again. She sent a spell whizzing by Percy's head, he stopped moving. "One of who, Penny?"

"Don't call me that. You have no right. You have no right to be here." Her voice cracked and her hand began to shake. Her eyes started to water as she fought back the tears. She aimed her wand at Percy, afraid to even blink. "GET OUT."

"Who do you think I am Penny?" Percy asked again, challenging her. Penelope couldn't muster a response because she had lost the fight against her tears and they were pouring down her cheeks.

"You're a bastard that's what you are. You're a lying bastard, Percy." She screamed at him. "How could you?"

"What do you know Penny?" Percy asked, suddenly panicking.

"I was listening, outside, your door, you bastard," Penelope whispered. "You're a Death Eater Percy."

Percy just looked at her in a stunned silence and tried to think of something to say but couldn't. He was tired of lying and whether it got him killed or not, he was going to have to tell her the truth now.

"Please, let me explain Penny." Percy started but Penelope shook her head. With her free hand she wiped her tears away and said:

"I don't want an explanation Percy. I want you dead."

A/N: Tell me what thought, if it was too long winded or what. I'm trying my best but some good feedback would be nice. Thanks!