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Chapter Two, A Talk

Percy sat in his bed taking several deep breaths to calm his heavy breathing. Once his breathing returned to normal, he wiped the cold sweat from his brow and the back of his neck. After a moment he turned on the lamp on the nightstand next to his bed. The soft glow from the light shown off the small clock showing Percy that it was two- thirty a.m. Sunday. After seeing what time it was, Percy put his face into his hands, thinking about the nightmare.

'That's the fourth time this week,' he thought to himself, 'and it's getting worse.'

A great clap of thunder brought him out of his thoughts. Outside rain fell hard against his bedroom window at the Burrow. A flash of lighting lit up the pitch black sky followed by another rumble of thunder. Percy hated thunderstorms. Rain was fine but thunderstorms had always bothered him.

He looked around his childhood room and smiled. Ever since Percy and his family made amends, Percy, as well as George, would come and spend the weekends at the Burrow. Since then he did some redecorating. Now there were more personal decorations then there had been in the past.

On the walls were posters of a certain Quidditch team with the players flying about. Hogwarts banners featuring the Gryffindor House coat of arms and the school seal hung about. There was on wall decoration that he was particular proud of, a complete collection of Chocolate Frog Wizard Cards. His eyes then lingered on a series of photos on top of the dresser and nightstand. Moments of him with family and friends all smiling and having fun together. One of his favorites featured him and the twins when they were young and holding a baby Ron.

Percy reached over for the glass of water on the nightstand for drink before going back to bed. But he found it to be empty.

'That bits.'

Getting up, Percy picked up his glass and walked to his door and opened it and made his way down the stairs. Percy smiled as he went past George's room. George's snoring could be heard even through his bedroom door. As he got closer to the bottom of the stairs, he saw that a light was on down stairs. Once he was on the landing, he saw that the light was coming from the kitchen.

Making his way to the kitchen, Percy was surprised to find a person already there.

Sitting at the head of the long family table was Arthur Weasley. Two cups and a tea kettle were placed on the table before him. Looking up at his third eldest son, he smiled.

"It's about time. I was beginning to think if you were coming at all?"

"Dad," a slightly confused Percy said, "What are doing up?"

"It's the middle of the night, there is a thunderstorm going on, and from what I understand, you have been having nightmares lately. And I felt you wouldn't be coming into your mother's and mine room like you use to. So I decided just to wait for you down here." Arthur pointed to the chair to his right and Percy took it and put his empty glass down.

"Here," Arthur said and he handed Percy one of the cups. Taking the cup from his dad, Percy took a drink. To his great surprised it was not tea. "Chocolate milk?"

"I am your father Percy. Did you really think I wouldn't remember?"

"Well kind of."

Arthur smiled at Percy then took a drink of his tea. When Percy was younger and terrified of thunderstorms, he would run into his parent's room and get into bed with them and hide under the covers. While Molly held him and comforted him, Arthur would go and make him a cup of chocolate milk. It always calmed him.

"So," Arthur said after Percy put his cup down, "You had a nightmare."

"How…"

"Like I said, I'm your father. Last night I was on my way to the bathroom and I heard you basically yelling in your sleep. I listened for a moment and then you stopped. I went in to look in on you and even thou you had calmed down, you still had a look of distress on your face." Percy looked at his dad and he saw a look of both concern and worry. "Now, how long has this been going on?"

"Well since…since…"

"Since we went to the ceremony at Hogwarts," Arthur finished for him.

"Well yah. It seems like that ever since we went; I've been having the same nightmare almost every night. But lately, it seems to be getting worse."

"How?"

"Well…at first, it was basically just me going through the Great Hall and seeing Remus and Tonks then to seeing Fred. Then I see more of the people I care about just lying there."

Percy just looked down at his cup. He wanted to tell his dad everything. About looking from Fred to Oliver and being surrounded by the horde of Dementors. He knew what caused the change to the dream but he did not know how his dad would react.

"Is that all son?"

"Basically."

They sat there for a while, listing to the rain and thunder. Percy looked up at his father.

"Dad, I'm sorry."

"For having a perfectly reasonable nightmare?"

"For everything. The fight we had, not believing what Harry and Dumbledore was were saying, and then turning my back on the family. For tolerating what that pile of dragon dung Fudge and his cronies were saying about both Harry and Dumbledore and then doing. For what I did to mum at Christmas. Not coming back and putting aside my foolish pride and apology when it was proven that Voldemort was truly back."

Arthur reached over and patted his son's shoulder.

"But most of all, for when you were at St. Mungo's. When I heard you had been attacked I did go Mungo's but I just stood outside your room. I tried to go into see you but I just couldn't do it. Then I heard mum coming so I hide around the corner till she went in. After a few moments, I decided that it would be best if I left so I wouldn't cause a scene."

"The fact that you were there in the first place is all that matters. We've been through this Percy. What's done is done. Yes, we were all hurt when you left but that's over with. From now on, everything is going to be ok."

Percy looked up. "Thanks dad."

Once again Arthur smiled. Ever since coming back, Percy was working hard to lose his former fussy, pompous, and stuck-up personality the best he could. He hardly called Arthur father anymore.

"Well, I think it's time we both got back up to bed then."

"Yah," Percy replied. Standing up, Percy took the two cups over to the sink while Arthur placed the kettle back on the stove. With a slight motion of his hand, Percy summoned his empty glass and got himself a refill of water. Following his dad up the stairs, the sound of George's snoring could still be heard. When they got to Percy's door they came to a stop.

Percy gave a small smile o the man before him. After receiving a return smile, Percy decided to ask a question.

"Dad, no matter what you love me right?"

For a second Arthur just looked at Percy, and then he moved towards his son and enveloped him in a tight hug which was returned in full.

"You're my son and no matter what, your mother and I love you with all our hearts. Even when we weren't talking to one another, we loved you. I have never stopped loving you Percy. And nothing, nothing, will ever change that!"

"I love you dad."

"And I love you son."

A large snort from George was heard after the two broke from each other.

"Merlin dad, why did you have to pass on that snoring trait to almost every one of your sons?"

Closing his eyes, Arthur gave a great smiled. "Percy, I'm going to tell you something, which you must promise to never repeat to anyone: the snoring trait, to which you referred to, does not come from the Weasley side of family, it comes from the Prewett side of the family."

Percy just looked at him in disbelief.

"That's right. The reason your brothers snore is due to the fact your grandfather, uncles, and mother all have snored. But for the record son, your mother does not snore."

"And how about off the record dad?"

"Goodnight son."

"Goodnight dad."

Once he closed his door and sat his glass of water on the nightstand, his eyes fell onto one of the framed pictures. It featured two boys in their final year of education. One had a Head Boy badge pinned to his robe. The other was holding a broom and wore Quidditch robes. Each had an arm around one another's shoulder and each had a smile on their face.

Percy smiled at the one in Quidditch robes.

"And I love you too," he simply said.

With that, Percy got back into bed and under the covers. He turned off the lamp and rolled over, looking out the window. The thunder and lightning had by now ceased. Percy allowed the sound of the falling rain to send him into the realm of dreams.

Instead of his personal nightmare, a different dream took its place. The former Head Boy and Quidditch Captain were walking down a country lane near the Burrow. Both boys had smiles on their faces like in the photo. But instead of arms being around their shoulders, they walked with their hands entwined together.

Percy slept with a smile on his face.