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A/N: I got busy with school so I didn't have the time to write. Please let me know what you think.

Chapter Three, Jareth

Percy awoke to the sound of the shower running. Sunshine came through the window and brightened up the room. Turning his head he saw it was a quarter to nine and blinked several times to make sure he had read the right time. Sitting up he threw off of his covers and swung his legs over the side of the bed and stretched. He up from the bed ad made is way over to the window and opened it. The air was fresh from the rain. Percy saw that the storm clouds had passed and large puffy white clouds had taken their place.

'It's going to be a beautiful day,' he thought before he headed down to breakfast.

Molly was busy cooking eggs and sausage while Arthur was reading the Sunday edition of the Daily Prophet. Both looked up as they heard Percy coming down the stairs.

"Morning Mum, Dad."

"Morning son," Arthur said with a smile.

"Good morning dear," Molly said and kissed Percy on the check causing him to blush, "how did you sleep dear? The storm didn't bother you too much did it? The thunder didn't scare you did it?"

"Now dear leave the boy alone."

"It's ok mum. I slept ok." He assured her.

"There, you see dear? What were you expecting, him to coming running into our room like he did when he was four?"

Molly gave her husband a scowl as she started to place a helping of eggs and sausage on his plate.

"I'm his mother Arthur Weasley. It's my job to see that he is ok."

Arthur shook his head and went back to reading the paper. As Molly returned to the stove and Percy help himself to his eggs, down the stairs came George.

"Morning all," George cheerfully said.

"Good Morning George dear," Molly said as went over to him and gave him both a kiss on the check and a tight hug, "I made you your favorite breakfast dear now why don't you sit down and…"

"Mum please! I don't need to be babied," George said slightly annoyed.

"George, don't get upset with your mother," Arthur said as he put the Prophet down and picked up his fork, "all she is trying to do is take care of you."

"I know but I don't need a caretaker twenty-four seven dad," George weary said, "and besides, I need to get on by myself."

Molly looked at her son with tears in her eyes. Percy shared his mother's thoughts and he turned to regard his younger brother. In the year since the death of twin brother, George had been on an emotional roller coaster. In the early days after the end of the war, George as a total emotional wreck. He hardly talked or ate. Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes suffered and it seemed like it would eventually close. The entire family and his friends tired to snap George out of his depression but all failed. Finally Percy took it upon himself to help his brother.



It was not easy but Percy was able to help George break through his depression and the two began to forge a new relationship. Percy knew that he could never truly replace Fred but he was happy to be there for George when he needed him.

"So have you heard from Ron lately?" George asked as he helped himself to some more toast.

"Yes, he owled Friday. He, Harry, and Hermione finished their final N.E.W.T exams and that they are looking forward to coming home," Molly answered him.

"Is Harry moving in here or into Sirius' place?"

"Harry will be staying with us while he finishes cleaning out Grimmulard Place. He wants to get out all the dark deco stuff before he fully moves in," Arthur said.

"Does that mean we get to help clean that house again?" George asked as memories of cleaning the former Order of the Phoenix Headquarters flooded his mind.

"Yes we will and you will help George Weasley," Molly told him.

Before anyone could say anything a screech caught their attention and made them look to the open window.

Through the window flew in a large handsome male Barn Owl with an envelope in its beak. The owl settled in the middle of the table still clutching the envelope in its beak.

"Arthur, were you expecting a letters?"

"No Molly," he informed his startled wife, "George, Percy, you?"

Both sons shook their heads. "Well, then I guess all that's left is look and see who the letter for." The owl still had not moved from its spot on the table. As Arthur went to take the letter from its beak, the owl backed away and flapped his wings till he was above the table. Turning his head around till he faced Percy. The owl settled in front of Percy and dropped the envelope onto his plate.

"Uh thank you."

A soft hoot was the owl's replay before he stretched out his wings and took off towards the window and back into the sky.

Percy looked at the envelope. Written across were two words: Percy, Private. The penmanship was very familiar.

"So Percy, whose it from?" George asked.

"I don't know George. If you'll excuse me."

Percy went back to his room and sat down at his desk. He looked at the envelope for a few seconds before he opened it. Inside was a single piece of parchment. Once he unfolded and looked it over once, Percy was surprised to see who it was.

Dear Percy,

I know it's been a while and that this is way out of the blue but I felt I had to send this. I hope you're doing well. I wish I could say the same thing for me. Lately I have not been able to sleep and almost every night it's the same nightmares. I can't talk to my parents about this and well…you are the only person I 

have ever felt comfortable with talking about these types of things. Like I said this is out of the blue but, today I'm going to London and there's a muggle pub I like to go to when I want to be alone. If you can, do you think we can meet? Directions are at the bottom. I hope to see you.

Your friend,

Oliver

P.S.

I hope Jareth wasn't too stubborn when he delivered this.

Percy sat and reread the letter. Oliver was having nightmares. Were they same type like what he was having? At the bottom of the letter were Oliver's directions and he put down he would be there around half past one.

Would he go?

After thinking for a while, Percy got up and went back down to the kitchen.

Molly was washing the breakfast dishes while Arthur was putting the cleaned ones away. George was reading the paper. He cleared his throat.

"I have to go into London this afternoon and I may be late for dinner."

"Ooh. Going to meet your secret lover Percy?" George asked.

"George! That is not necessary," Molly snapped at him. She looked at her husband.

"Is everything all right Percy," Arthur asked.

"Kind of. I just have to meet a friend."

"Ok son."

Percy smiled at his parents. George couldn't help himself. "So what's her name? Are you back again with Penelope?"

"George Weasley! Not another word!" his mother practically yelled at him.

"I'm going to take a shower and get ready for this afternoon," he turned and walked back up the stairs and he heard his mother called up to him, "Percy, do not forget to bring down your dirty laundry when you're done."

"Yes mother."