Expectations of Approval

Chapter Thirteen: Hospital Visit

Percy looked out the window of the Hogwarts Express temporarily losing himself in the vast landscape out side its windows. A lot had happened over summer break, and in just around 24 hours he would know how things would work out with himself and his life. This was his last year at hogwarts though none knew that being in Hogwarts was only a show, he had already graduated, he had worked his way trough all he needed to know into six year instead of seven, while working with madam Pomfrey. It had been hell, he didn't even know if he could manage it, but he had made it so his last year could be spent solely working with the medi Wizard on his Liecence, no one but Oliver knew this. That he didn't need to return to Hogwarts anymore. Percy pressed his hand against his neck he could feel it burn, not returning to Hogwarts meant not seeing Oliver every day any more. The thought bothered him more then he would let anyone ever know. But this year would truly be the end. Percy shrugged it off, it was not in his plan to worry over Oliver, in any occasion . . . 'He does not need this'

'How many times are you going to lie to yourself before you decided to slap that bitch across the face. She knows and she's rubbing it in'

'There is nothing she could know, because there is noting more that every one doesn't already see'

Percy continued to lose himself in his thoughts as Oliver looked on. Percy wrapped his arms around himself, as if cold, with that far away look in his eyes as he stared out the window. Oliver continued to stare until Anne passed by and snapped him out of his delusions.

"Oliver, you promised"

"Right, . . . sorry" was his reply as she dragged him away.

July 29, 1993

As Dumbledore promised he had managed to pull enough strings to arrange a visit for them. Percy could still remember how frantic, how shocked every one had been when they had seen what was lying on the bed, in the room that was meant for Bill. When the Weasley family had walked in, there had been a collective gasp.

Percy was a little shocked but mostly he was relieved, but his family was disturbed by Bill's new appearance. The emergence of traits as Percy knew, meant his brother had at lest two years left to live, two years that would be relatively pain free. Not 5 months of agony, before death would finally take him.

If you really looked you could still see Bill, not much had changed yet. Bill's hair long and a lighter shade of red then it had ever been. His skin looked like it was turning into scales with a blueish tint. His eyes were closed, he was sleep on a mixture of exhaustion and medication. Had his eyes been open it would have been worse, his eyes were graying over.

Dumbledore had tried to explain but the shocked had been too much for his family, Ginny had left the room immediately, Ron chased after her with a look complete of disbelief. His mother had begun to cry on his father's shoulder, she had sob violently. Charlie and George didn't say anything, and Fred had reached out to touch him. Dumbledore had been too busy with Percy's parents and didn't noticed. Fred had not heard you weren't supposed to touch Bill, he had not been listening to Dumbledore, much like their parents had not.

Percy had reacted instantaneously and snatched Fred by the writ, hard and fast.

"Ow-merlin Percy what-"

"Don't touch him" Percy had said in a voice that rang with anger. Percy had been surprised with the sound of his voice, it sounded too unfamiliar. As he looked back at this he knew his anger came out of fear, fear that another brother of his might get this disease and that this brother would not develop traits. "Listen and do as you're told Fred" Said Percy when he had calmed his voice some. Every one in the room had been looking at him. Percy then left the room to tend to Ginny and Ron.

Back on the Express

Percy snapped out of his memories, he had felt someone look at him. He turns to see who it could have been. He manages to catch Anne giving him a dirty look as she and Oliver walked way. Oliver completely unaware of her actions.

'she's rubbing it in'