summery: Percy has a lot of shame to contend with.
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Percy stayed with his family for about two weeks before returning to his apartment in London. He assured them he'd visit every day, and would be checking constantly on everyone's state, but it was time to return to work and see what help could be provided. His father had clapped him on the arm and promised, "I'll see you at work then son."
Percy felt extremely lucky that his father could still call him son after everything he'd done.
Now home, Percy took a look around at the apartment that he'd so prided in himself before. It was filled with luxurious items that he could afford now that he was on his own. Framed certificates decorated his hall way, showing off his school hood merits and the few he'd earned at work. He had a fancy muggle coffee maker on his kitchen bar-he'd never used it, but he had it. The item had entertained people from the ministry, and it had been sort of a running joke at his place of work.
He had been becoming as low and haughty as Lucius Malfoy!
He had been so arrogant and prideful...
It made his stomach sick.
Percy desperately looked around his walls, hoping he had something...something...
Nothing.
There was not one family photo.
Collapsing on his couch, that probably cost more that half of what his parents owned, Percy broke down into tears, sobbing with shame and despair.
He hadn't realized how far he'd fallen. How little he'd valued his family in the past couple of years. He'd become a monster. His ego had blinded him to the suffering of those around him. As he sat there sobbing, his mind thinking of his brother who he'd never see again, Percy vowed that if he remained in the ministry he'd never scramble for a higher position. If he got one, then it would be from his superiors thinking he deserved it, and not because he was grasping for power. And he would make sure that people came first, especially his family, and not his pride.
His sobbing slowly resided, but the emptiness he felt remained the same.
Quietly Percy thanked whoever was listening, if anyone at all, that had given him the foresight to make amends with his family. If his last memory of Fred had been of them fighting, and disowning each other, Percy would truly never be able to recover. But thankfully, Percy instead had Fred's laugh to cling to, as well as Fred's praise, and joyous smile. Fred had been smiling before he'd gone, and at least Percy had done that if nothing else.
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