Ember to Flame Under SERIOUS Revision Chapter 5: Percival, a harry potter fanfic

Alright, for your entertainment, I am happy to give you: chapter five! –Gasp- I know, it's long like the last one isn't it? Heh heh, I know, I'm strange but hey, I just had Coca-Cola, lay off! Nah, I'm kidding, point and laugh as I jump off the walls.

Disclaimer: I still don't own Harry Potter, lay off you blood thirsty lawyers! Good God you people are just so sad for even thinking that I would try and say I owned it!

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Albus awoke later that night to the soft glow of the full moon. He yawned and pushed himself out of bed. Someone had removed his coat and draped it across the back of a chair in the room he found himself in. Looking around he found that his brother was not with him. Slightly unnerved, Albus opened the door slowly and peered out, no-one was in his range of sight. He stepped out of the room and looked around him, nothing, no other human being was in the same room, let alone hallway. He spotted a flight of stairs and edged toward them. Creeping down the stairs, he met no-one, until he came to the landing, and there, lying across the couch, was a figure with blood-red spiky, hair. Albus wasn't able to see the rest of the figure, it was too dark and the couch blocked it from view. Reassuring himself that he was in a safe place and that nothing would hurt him here, Albus walked slowly over to the figure on the couch. The figure tuned and smiled at Albus as he came around. The figure lying on the couch's (which Albus knew now to be male) eyes were bright green, and filled with a look of power and kindness. He was skinny, almost too skinny, as if he hadn't eaten in days. His face was long and pale, as pale as the moon shinning through the window in front of him. His black shirt hung off his small frame like a drape and his baggy blue jeans were no better.

"What brings you down here so late, Al?" he asked the boy gently, his calm cool voice washing over Albus like a calming wave.

"How do you know me?" Albus questioned, not wanting to take any chances that this man may not be what he seemed. The man laughed.

"Calm little Alby, I'm your uncle." He told him, chuckling. Albus looked confused. "Percival" he said, in an attempt to clear things up. Albus's confused expression did not change. Percival sighed, "The one that everyone in the family thinks is insane?"

"Oh, that's you, I remember you!" Albus said, his face lighting up with understanding now. The man groaned and shook his head.

"That's what it takes for everyone to remember me…" he trailed off and heaved a heavy sigh. "Oh well, I guess you can't blame anyone, I mean I don't even have a common name." He laughed

"Yeah, I guess it's understandable." Albus replayed with a smile. Percival made eye contact with the small boy and sighed.

"You're quite the actor, do you know that?" he asked Albus with a small smile across his face. Albus cocked his head to the side in confusion. Percival continued, "You're hiding the way you really feel, and well, it's not healthy." Albus only shook his head.

"I'm not hiding anything, I'm just tired, that's all." He protested, and gave a very real yawn. Percival sighed and closed his eyes.

"Well, best be off to bed Albus, you shouldn't be up this late." Albus nodded and turned to go back up the stairs, the feeling of calm still flowing over him.

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The next morning came quickly, and when Albus awoke, he found Aberforth lying next to him, a content smile across his face as he held his younger brother close to him. Albus wiggled out of Aberforth's grip and slipped down onto the floor. He ran a hand sleepily through his hair. His jeans and shirt were full of wrinkles from sleep, which he saw the moment he looked into the mirror, but he didn't care; he was too tired and warns to fix such small things.

He made his way down the stairs in his bare feet, his bangs hanging over his eyes. At the foot of the stairs, he stopped and looked around; no-one was in the sitting room. He looked around until his eyes fell upon an open door that leads into the kitchen. Albus smiled as the smell of food reached him and followed it until he came face-to-face with the blonde woman, Karin. Karin smiled down at Albus and, without warning, picked the small boy up off the ground and hugged him.

"You're even cuter when you're awake!" she exclaimed. Albus let out a cry of terror. He squirmed and wiggled in an attempt to break free of her grip. Aberforth walked into the kitchen and looked at them. His eyes fell onto the confused and hurt face of Karin and then on Albus, who was still trying to break away. He walked forward and shook his head, a sign for Karin to put Albus down. Karin caught on quickly and set the young boy on the floor. Albus flung himself behind Aberforth the moment he could and stood, cowering, his hands on this brother's upper left arm.

"Sorry about that," Aberforth apologized for Albus. "He's not used to people. He's not a fan of close contact." Karin nodded and crouched down so that she was at Albus's level.

"What's wrong Albus, you scared of me?" she asked. Albus nodded and hid his face behind his brother. Karin laughed. "It's alright Alby." She said in a conferring voice. Albus sniffled and shook his head.

"No, it'll never be alright!" he insisted, his eyes filling with tears. Aberforth looked at him with sad eyes.

"Albus…" he started.

"Shut up! How can you just stand there and act as if nothing's happened? How can you even bring yourself to smile now?" Albus was shouting though his tears; there was no stopping him now that he was in a hysterical rant.

Brian walked into the room and looked at Albus, at his streaming eyes. He sighed and walked toward him, hoping, praying that there was someway he could calm him; but when he reached out to the boy, Albus only pushed away and continued to shout.

"You people don't care do you? You don't---" but he was cut off by a hand coming over his mouth, Percival had entered the room and snuck up behind them all. His tired eyes moved around the scene and then met Brian's eyes. Brian looked infuriated at the sight of Percival, in face, the fact that the man was standing in the same room as him with baggy blue jeans and a very rumpled, very saggy black shirt seemed to make him even angrier.

"Brian, peace, I am not here to start a war. Merely to stop the shouting of one Albus Dumbledore and then I'm off to my prison that you have so kindly kept me in." Percival said in that calm, melodic voice of his, but his eyes didn't hold the same grace, they were cold and foreboding.

"Get out of her, Percival." Brian growled.

"I will." the other responded in his calm town, "Once, of course, I get something to eat, seeing as you've failed to check in on me for a wile now." At this Brian faulted and took time to take in the other man's appearance.

"Percival, I'm sorry." He breathed. Percival glared at him.

"Better be." He responded with a cold tone as he took his hand from Albus's mouth and strode over the fridge. Karin watched in awe as the red head took only a few things for the door before returning to the basement with Brian on his heals.

"What's so bad about him?" Albus asked, referring to Percival.

"The entire wizarding community thinks him insane." Karin responded in a solemn tone.

Odd place to end, eh? That what I think too, but hey, it's called writer's block, and it sucks! Oh well, I bet you're dieing to know what I'm gonna tell ya about Perce, don't cha? Heh, that's what I thought, you said 'No' didn't you? See you're nodding now, oh how good am I? Sorry, more coke, love that coke, great drink! Yay for soda!

Anyway, keep reading, alright guys?

--Alexis--