A/N: So apparently I lied, and you get a new chapter of this already. Go me? Hope you enjoy it!

Oh, and I'm curious if anyone who reads this has read my other story, and would love it if you'd take the time to check it out! Unlike this one it does have warnings however, so if you do be sure to read them.

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Percy stumbled away from Bill before he could get his grip on him steady again, looking wholly confused, "What? Where are we?"

"We're at my flat Percy. I brought you home with me." Bill approached Percy slowly as he was now shaking his head and backing away from Bill.

"No, no I have to go…" He turned in the small living room, "I have a plane to catch, and plans," still stumbling around Percy finally managed to find the door and head in its general direction. Bill who had never seen his little brother drunk before (He and Charlie had tried to take him out pub-crawling when he turned seventeen, but Percy had begged off-something about a bird, which of course was always a valid excuse), wished he could be amused by it. Instead it just made him sigh and send a locking charm at the door.

"Not tonight Percy, you're pissed. We'll talk about your plans tomorrow, alright?" He walked closer to Percy and laid a hand on his shoulder from behind, "For now, we could listen to the wireless, or I can get you something to eat?" That last one sounded good to Bill-Percy had always been the skinniest of the boy's, but the shoulder under his hand was outright bony.

Percy turned back towards him, his confused face slowly becoming outraged. "You're kidnapping me! You can't hold me here!"

"Brother-napping you maybe," Bill conceded with a shrug, "Sorry sprout, but I'm not letting you wander off in the middle of London, drunk and alone. Not happening."

Percy glared at his brother, indignant. "I'm not a child Billius, and I'm not your sprout. I'm leaving right now." He shrugged out from under Bill's hand and turned and marched towards the door, feeling both triumphant and strangely let down when he didn't follow him, or even say another word. Percy got to the door and went to turn the lock, but it wouldn't budge. He yanked on it, his movements growing almost ferocious when nothing happened. He switched to trying to pull open the door instead, although how he thought he was to get it open while it was still locked, Bill had no idea.

When Percy pulled his wand out he took a step forward and said "That's enough Percy," firmly. Percy made a face at him-seriously how drunk was his brother? Percy was making faces? Percy?-and started casting spells at the door.

Bill sighed and was preparing to pull Percy back and make him sit on the sofa, when the younger man pulled his arm back above his head and flung it wildly towards the door, almost screaming, "Incendio!"

The spell flew crazily off course as Bill rushed forward, his own wand out and "Aguamenti!" on his lips. He wound up having to not only put out his carpet, but Percy's left trouser leg and the bottom of his robes. After he finished he stretched himself to his full height, crossing his arms and looming over his brother, his wand sticking out of one fist and tapping on his arm.

Percy went red as he realized what he'd done, but even drunk, burnt, and wet he did his best to cling to the last of his dignity. "Thank you for your aid Bill, I appreciate it greatly. I will of course pay to have your carpet fixed. I understand that you are trying to help, but I'm afraid your efforts are misguided. Now, please release me." He did his best to maintain the (what he thought was a) professional looking face he had put on for his speech, but it slowly died away under Bill's withering, incredulous glare.

Bill took a deep breath. 'His efforts were misguided.' Hah. It just figured that his brother would keep his large vocabulary and pompous way of speaking, even when the alcohol had clearly taken all the rest of his sense, "No Percy. I will not be "releasing you". Because you just lit yourself on bloody fire!" He reached out and grabbed his little brother by the collar of his robes and dragged him along behind him, not even stopping when Percy stumbled over the edge of the rug, shoving him down on the sofa, hard. "Don't move," he warned the shocked looking young man. Percy, for the first time that night, did as he was told, rather conflicted at Bill manhandling him. For all they'd wrestled around as children, Bill had always seemed to understand that Percy didn't like to play as rough as the others, and treated him accordingly. He knew he must have made him absolutely furious to be so rough, and for some reason that bothered him.

It shouldn't have, Percy told himself, but that didn't really change the fact that it did.

So he sat there quietly as Bill kneeled on the ground in front of him, pushing aside his open robe and pulling up his pant leg to make sure he hadn't burned himself as well as his clothes. When he realized this Percy spoke up, starting to pull his leg away, "I'm not injured Bill, I assure you."

Bill paused for a second, and then lifted his head up to meet Percy's eyes, his expression making his brother gulp and lean back in his seat. "Percy?" He waited for a moment and eventually Percy gave a rather hesitant nod. "You are not going to argue with me. You are going to sit here quietly and let me look after you. After that you are going to eat whatever I give you, drink some water, and go to bed. If you want to talk about your plans tomorrow, I'll be all ears. But for now you are going to do as you're bloody well told!"

Percy nodded again, wishing he weren't quite so drunk. If he weren't he was sure there would not be tears in his eyes. He was slightly more sober than he had been, but still pissed enough that his emotions about his family were at the surface, and very, very raw. Bill had been pretty much the only person he hadn't had a direct confrontation with since the "Incident" as he called it in his head, and Percy was just waiting for him to tell him how horrible he was for not instantly rejecting the entire authority of their government and choosing to follow the often thought senile headmaster of their old school instead.

How he was apparently the only one of his parent's children who had ever had a resentful thought. Had ever hated the second hand clothes, or the sneers.

He wasn't quite sure why Bill had brought him here, when they both knew he would just be made to leave again.

Percy wasn't really a Weasley anymore. Sometimes he wasn't sure if he ever really had been. He was the extra one, wasn't he? There was Bill and Charlie, Fred and George, Ron and Ginny, all paired together as automatic best friends. Only Percy had been left alone.

Bill looked up from where he had finished determining that Percy had not done more than singe his leg hair, and saw the tears pooling in his brother's eyes. Percy immediately averted his gaze when he noticed Bill looking at him, his chin raising stubbornly in the air in his effort to keep the tears from falling.

"Oh, Perce," Bill pulled himself to his feet, pushing a stray lock of hair back behind his ear. Percy was always so self-contained Bill wasn't quite sure how to comfort him, especially after so many years where he only saw him on holidays here and there.

Then he frowned to himself. Why was he assuming comforting Percy would by any different than comforting any of the others? That, he concluded suddenly, was a gigantic load of bollocks, and an idea he needed to get rid of if he didn't want to make a complete cock-up of things. Before he could think better of it he sat himself down next to Percy and wrapped an arm tight around his shoulder, pulling him as close as Percy would let him. Percy stiffened even more, and turned his head away from Bill as far as he could. But Bill had babysat six smaller children at once quite often growing up, and had his patience tempered under fire. It was no problem for him to wait as long as it took for Percy to grow comfortable.

It took a while, but after what felt like ages, but according to his watch had only been around three minutes, Percy seemed to relax slightly, his head turning forward again, though he still made no move to look at or acknowledge his brother. Bill decided this was as good a chance as any to speak up and cleared his throat quietly, "Look Perce, it doesn't matter what else happens, even between you and the rest of the family, I'm still your big brother and I'm going to do my best to look out for you. Whether you like it or not. If that means kicking your drunk arse to stop you showing magic to a bunch of muggles, or helping you move to the States tomorrow, if that's really what you want, so be it. But you're not getting rid of me. You're not just going to run-off without anyone knowing where you are, and if you try, just like today, I'll track you down. I'm not leaving you alone again, Percy."

Something in Percy seemed to break then, even as he still refused to look at Bill his shoulders started to shudder, and a single, tiny sob, ripped its way from between the ever composed boy's throat. Bill shifted so he could move his brother over and pull his head to his chest, and to his surprise Percy didn't fight him, even turning himself so he was pressed closer. "Oh Perce…I'm here Sprout, I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."

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