Written for a Myriad of Challenges:15) Write a fic based on any lyric from any musical. You do not have to include it, but put it in the author's notes. Isuued by zylaxidia. Lyrics are: will someone care. Entire song: Will I lose my dignity/will someone care/will i wake tomorrow/from this nightmare. Source musical: RENT
Percy
By Catty-the-spy
It was dark.
Here, the darkness was welcome, always welcome, always…
Cold…
Damaged goods, no longer useful to either side.
Who would make the first move?
The dark where he'd started?
The light where he'd ended up?
A world black and white, and he was grey and stuck in the middle.
Death?
Oh what fun it would be to die.
No more fear, no more acting, no more hate…
Pain…
The wound was made by magic, magic he couldn't use to heal it.
Tracing spells…
Couldn't be found. Couldn't move quickly enough to miss it.
Oh Albus, why? Why such a curse? And who would ever know, would ever care?
The plan was never perfect, never.
Heat…
An infection then. What a way to die.
Flickers of light in the distance.
Mind must be going. Sun didn't shine here, couldn't shine here. He was a stupid foolish boy…
Good thing he'd de-aged himself. Twenty three
Red…
The blood would show them.
Curse the light. Unnatural, unreal, curse it.
Sniffing.
Curses again.
Dog to find him.
Maybe dog to gobble him up.
Hate…
Hate for the dog that started this.
Hate for the man that went along.
Hate for the man he once called father…and by choice.
Percy…
Never see red hair again. Never see red curls, horn-rimmed glasses teetering on a small nose.
No more love then.
Probably next red hair would be cursing him. Probably…
Closer…
Ready for death. Ready for pain. Ready for hatred, for cruel words.
Not ready for "Thank Merlin! He's here! He's here and he's still alive! We weren't too late!"
Not ready for gentle hands, gentle arms, loving eyes meeting his own. "I'm so glad we found you."
Light…
Too bright now. So long in darkness, now too much light.
Gentle hand, shielding his eyes. "Calm down now. Everything's going to be alright."
Pain…magic…pain…numbness.
Madame Pomfrey's voice. "Make him drink the potion. He's starved."
"Dehydrated?"
"Surprisingly not."
Gentle hands. His mouth opened.
Horrible taste, unpleasant shock.
Saliva rushing back into a mouth. Taste buds roaring to life unpleasantly.
Soothing voice, helping him swallow, wiping tears. Tears?
When did tears come?
"We'll have to use the portkey. Will he leave without you?"
Gentleness moving away.
No more love.
Tight feeling in his chest. Can't breathe. Alone. Gonna die.
Gentleness back. Tightness gone.
"Breathe sweetheart."
Obey.
Always obey.
Percy…
"He recognizes me. He tried to say my name."
"You'll have to go with him, Mr. Weasley. We need to keep him calm."
Comfort pulling him up.
Chest, familiar, warm, comfort…
Percy…
Arms wrapped tightly.
Words spoken. Over his head.
Must know…don't let Percy see him die.
"Hush, Severus. Everything's alright. We're going to portkey to Hogwarts. I'm going to be with you the entire time."
Percy…Hogwarts…first home…
Love…
Life…
He isn't going to die...
Fin