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5 MORE CHAPTERS OF THIS LONG-LOST-STORY!

And as a symbol of my appreciation for all of you readers who I have kept waiting, I am making this post a DOUBLE CHAPTER. That's right, just below this paragraph you will find both Chapter 6: Sick and Chapter 7: Hero-Worship.

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Suffering

Chapter 6: Sick

Voices high above him were pulling him up from depths of blissful sleep.

"He said that?!"

"Yep"

"I can't believe he said that!"

"Shh! Keep your voices down."

"Can you believe he said that?"

"After all he's done for him he still has head so far up hi arse-"

Percy groaned, Merlin they were noisy. He cracked open his eyes.

"Hey little brother? How are you feeling?" Charlie said from his bedside. He put Percy's glasses on him.

"Weak, but better," Percy answered. He didn't have the energy to care if they were pretending to be concerned about him right now. "Why do I have my head up my arse?"

"Come again?" Charlie said confused.

"We were talking about Ron." Fred clarified.

"Why does Ron have his head up his arse?" Percy asked weakly.

"He said that-oof." Ginny elbowed George in the stomach.

"Ron's just being an idiot," she told him.

"Oh," Percy looked off into the distance. "How is he?"

"He's okay. Madame Pomfrey said he can leave the Hospital Wing tomorrow." Ginny answered.

"Good for him." Percy muttered. There was hint of envy in his voice, just a hint-but it was there nonetheless.

"…Are still mad at us?" George asked quietly.

Percy sighed, "I don't know…I don't feel mad right now, but I don't think I've forgiven everyone quite yet."

Fred opened his mouth to object but quickly shut it when he caught sight of Charlie's death glare.

"Who's left to forgive?" Fred asked.

"Well, there's Father obviously…I should also have a word with Harry and Dumbledore about their actions."

"But Harry was telling the truth." Ginny said. "Don't you think that those who have been calling him a liar owe him an apology?"

"Telling the truth doesn't give him the right to do the things he did. The way I see it Harry is the one who needs to apologize."

The tension in the room thickened and Ginny's ears turned red. "For what?" she said angrily.

"Okay that's enough-" Charlie said sternly, trying his best to keep the peace, but it was too late.

"For putting the lives of my little brother and sister in danger, and landing me in this bloody hospital bed!" Percy snap, using too much of his little energy, so he was left breathless.

"I think you guys should leave for a bit." Charlie said severely.

"But we haven't resolved anything!" Fred objected.

"Go!" Charlie demanded pointing to the door.

Reluctantly, their younger siblings left. Charlie sat back down. Why do they always have to fight? Don't they realize how important the time we have together is? At least now I get to spend some alone time with Percy. Charlie sighed and looked at his ill brother. He was still staring at the door.

"Why do they listen to you?" Percy asked once his breathing had evened out.

Charlie smiled. "It comes with the territory, I guess."

An awkward silence took hold of the moment. It was then Charlie realized with a sinking feeling that after wanting this time with Percy so badly, he had no idea what to say to him. What could they talk about? They never did have much in common. Family was a sore topic…friends? Charlie wasn't even sure Percy had any friends, but if the lack of visitors and get well cards was any indication then 'no' would probably be a safe bet.

"So… have you helped pass any new laws lately?" Charlie asked faking interest.

To Charlie's relief Percy perked up. "Not recently, no. However, there were quite a few decrees passed in order for Dolorous Umbridge to…"

It took a moment for Charlie to realize his brother had suddenly stopped talking, and now had a sour expression on his face.

"What? What is it?"

"Don't humor me, Charlie" Percy said. "I know you don't care about my work- that is if you even know what is consists of. And your attempt to act like you do care is just pathetic."

"I'm sorry, Percy" Charlie sighed not even bothering to object. He ran his fingers through his hair. "I just don't know what to do. You and I have never been very close and I-" Charlie swallowed. "I just wish things were different."

Percy looked at him, "Me too." he said softy.

Percy felt awful. He couldn't remember ever feeling this ill. He felt like he was, well, dying. The Healer, Crispen, had warned him there would be some negative side-effects to the potions they were giving him, but he didn't anticipate they would make him this sick. The Healers seemed to believe that the stronger he was the faster the dark magic would poison his bloodstream. Crispen blatantly told him that they were going to "fight fire with fire" by giving him potions that would make his body considerably weak, thus his current miserable state. The worst part of it all was that since they had no idea how fast the dark magic would poison him; they had no idea whether or not their bloody potions were even working. They hadn't told him this of course; Percy had figured that out for himself.

He groaned as he struggled to open his eyes.

"Shh" said a soft voice above him. A cool cloth was placed on his forehead.

His mother... His beloved mother hadn't left his side since they started this cruel treatment, after he had woken up from falling asleep in Ginny' embrace.

"How is he doing?" said another soft voice he recognized as his father's.

"He's been fading in and out… He's so miserable, Arthur."

"They said the beginning would be the worst of it."

"Isn't there a Pepper-up Potion we can give him?"

"No, the Healers say it's too risky. It could speed up the dark magic, and they need time to find out a way to help him."

"But what if they can't? Then he'll…they say he supposed to suffer…"

"Don't think like that. We have to stay strong for Percy, for all our children, and for each other."

"I love you, Arthur."

"I love you too."

Then Percy sank back into the abyss of unconsciousness and knew no more.

Chapter 7: Hero-Worship

Harry nervously stood outside of Percy's hospital room. Mr. Weasley had said that Percy believes his Healers to be incompetent and their potions senseless and was refusing to take them. Now that the potions weren't forcing him into unconsciousness, Percy hadn't sleep for two days now, and it had long since started to take its toll on him.

Quietly Harry knocked on the door. Receiving no answer, he cautiously stepped inside. To his dread a copy of this morning's Daily Prophet was strewn about the floor as though someone had thrown it.

"Well, if it isn't Harry Potter, 'The Great Hero of the Ministry'." Percy said not even trying to hide the spite in his voice. He was paler than Harry had ever seen a Weasley and looked even more tired than his parents- a feat Harry would have never thought possible. "To what do I owe the honor?" Harry opened his mouth to talk, but nothing came out. "Did my 'family' send you?"

Harry looked down unable to look into his feverish eyes. "They keep trying to convince me that it's not all my fault," he told him.

Percy furrowed his brow, "But it is all your fault."

Harry stiffened. "That's what I keep telling them, but they don't believe me." he said remorsefully.

"So now they won't believe the great Harry Potter," Percy scoffed. "Hypocrites"

Then he sighed, "But that's my family for you; if they don't want to believe something they won't believe it. . . even if it is true." he said bitterly. "Take for example, them not believing you're mental."

"But I'm not mental." Harry insisted.

Percy gaped at him. "Harry, you honestly thought six schoolchildren could take on a league of You-Know-Who's most dangerous Death Eaters by themselves."

"I didn't think- we were just going to rescue-" Harry sputtered.

"'Just going to rescue?'" Percy echoed in disbelief. "Did you even think about what 'just going to rescue' meant? That it could cost you and your friends your lives?"

"They wouldn't let me go alone-" Harry insisted.

"You wanted to go alone?" Percy asked incredulously. "So now you're suicidal too?"

"No! I just- I had to do something! He's the only family I've got left!" Harry snapped. He was getting angry. Percy was turning his words around and taking this all wrong. Surely he understood how important family is? Then again, he didn't even bother to visit his father in the hospital.

"What would you have done if it was your dad that was being held be Death Eaters?" Harry challenged him. "Would you have tried to save him or would you have ignored him like you did when he was in the hospital?"

Percy's ears turned red and he gave Harry an alarmingly dark look. Clearly, Harry had hit a sore spot. Percy took a few deep breaths. His voice shook with the effort to remain calm. "First off, there's a fine line between being brave and being just plain stupid. Secondly, if you must know, I didn't visit my father in the hospital because I couldn't, not because I didn't want to."

"What do you mean you couldn't?" Harry asked. "What was stopping you?"

"My family was the reason I couldn't visit him." Percy practically spat. "At the time I was still convinced that I was completely right about everything we fought about, and I wasn't about to apologizes. If I had shown up at the hospital, I promise you we would have ended up having another row- and that kind of stress is the last thing an ill man needs, wouldn't you agree?"

"You could have sent him a letter or something to let him know that you cared." Harry told him.

"Harry, if any of my siblings got word that I was concerned about his health, then they would have come knocking on my door expecting me to beg them to let me be part of the family again. And if I didn't- and I wouldn't have- they would have been furious, and the next thing I know I would have been receiving embarrassing Howlers at work or hexed hate mail -just like I received when we first became estranged." Percy looked away. "Trust me Harry, it was for the best."

Harry opened his mouth several times to say something, but couldn't think of anything to say. What do you say to that? It was logical and understandable, but at the same time it still didn't seem right somehow. "He wanted you to be there. He missed you. . . they all did."

For a moment Percy's expression softened, but then he scoffed and it became hardened and cold. "Sure they did."

"No really, they did miss you." Harry insisted. "And it hurt them when it looked like you didn't care about them anymore. Even now, they really do want you back-"

"Harry you don't know what you're talking about, so shut up." Percy snapped.

An awkward silence fell between them as Harry studied the Weasley before him. He was so much more different than the other Weasleys, but at the same time he wasn't all that different at all. It was confusing. To Harry he always seem like a self-centered-bossy-kiss-up perfectionist. But now, after hearing him explain his motives . .

"Why didn't you believe Dumbledore? I don't understand-"

"No you wouldn't understand, would you?" Percy interrupted him.

Harry furrowed his brow. "What's that suppose to mean?"

Percy sighed. "Hero worship is unhealthy, Harry. Putting all your faith in one person- blindly trusting them with your life is a foolish thing to do." Percy looked him in the eye. "Because people are flawed. Even the most brilliant people with the best intentions make mistakes. Only, when the ones we idealize make mistakes, the repercussions can be disastrous and are likely to devastate those who invested so much faith in them."

A regretful look passed over Percy's face. "Mr. Crouch was an amazing person. He was a brilliant man and an incredible leader, but he made a mistake. He snuck his son, a confirmed Death Eater, out of Azkaban where he belonged. As great of a wizard Mr. Crouch was, it was only a matter of time before he suffered the consequences for his actions. We all would suffer the consequences for his actions, if I'm not mistaken. For it was only with Crouch Jr.'s help that You-Know-Who came back- as you said in your interview."

Harry stared silently at the young pale man. When Percy mentioned Crouch, his voice had gotten so disheartened- Harry hadn't realized how deep his admiration for Crouch was. He must have been his hero. For a moment Harry tried to imagine how he would feel if Dumbledore died. He'd be … devastated.

"Maybe you just have to be more careful about the people you believe in?" Harry immediately regretted his words.

Percy gave him a harsh glare and snapped. "You don't think Dumbledore has secrets? Do you think the old man hasn't done things he isn't proud of? He lies too, you know? He's lied to the Ministry, to his students, I bet he's done a fare share of lying to you-"

"Dumbledore would never free a Death Eater from Azkaban." Harry retorted.

"Dumbledore has hired two Death Eaters as his Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher!" Percy said incredulously.

"He didn't know the Mad-Eye Moody he hired was an impostor! He thought he was his friend-"

"Exactly! He can't tell friend from foe, Harry. How can you willingly follow a man that can't tell the difference between a lying Death Eater and an old friend?"

"At least he can tell when someone is being Imperiused!" Harry yelled before he could stop himself.

That shut Percy up. Then he glowered, giving Harry the darkest look an ill-stricken man can give.

"That's not fair," he growled. "Lupin never demonstrated the Unforgivable Curse. I guess I wasn't lucky enough to have a Death Eater teach me them."

For a moment neither of them said anything, Percy just glared at him, daring Harry to prove him wrong. The only problem was Harry didn't know how. This did nothing but infuriate him further. It took every bit of Harry's self-control not to march over to the dying man and punch him in the face.

"I think you should go now." Percy said in a cold voice.

"Gladly." Harry said curtly.

With no intent on every returning, he left without another word, or one last glance.