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Chapter 3

West of London, muggle suburbs April 10th 1997 Sunday

Percy Weasley watched the owl go, lost in his thoughts. He had almost called out today's meeting when Penelope had flooed him the morning, telling him she was sick and couldn't watch Zane this afternoon.

It was only 6 in the morning but Percy had already been up for more than one hour. He was usually an early riser but with the dreaded meeting later this day, he had been unable to sleep. So he was here, in the little kitchen of his two store house. The house had nothing in common with Percy's childhood house : the burrow. It was a small house with a living room, a kitchen, a bathroom and three other rooms. One of them was his room, the second was Zane's room and the last one was his office. From outside, it was a house like every others in this quiet suburbs town, but inside it had a mix of muggle and magical devices, moving pictures and still pictures. Percy was very proud of his house because it was the first place he had bought for him with his money. It was maybe not much and ordinary but it was homey and welcoming. The walls of this house had never heard anything but laugh and happiness. It was a good place.

Percy had a mug of coffee in one hand and a book open in front of him, but he wasn't drinking his coffee nor was he reading his book. To say he had been surprised to received a letter from his father would be an understatement. Percy hadn't heard from his family, except for the occasional rumor in the ministry, since the end of the triwizard tournament. Of course the fight with his family has been, partly at least his fault. Percy knew very well that he was not an easy person to live with and to understand. His relationship with his family had alway been awkward at best. No matter how hard he tried, he always felt like an outsider, not really fitting in. Percy loved his family with all his heart, even now, with everything that happened between them. The picture they took during the trip en Egypt troned in the mantle, between pictures of him and Zane.

Growing up, Percy had been his mother's son, always following her, staying hours in the kitchen watching her cook while he would read everything book he could find over and over again until he knew the words by heart. Molly had never wavered in her tenderness towards her son, and to know he had hurt her so much by leaving the family had nearly broke his heart too.

Percy's relationship with his father had always been less easy, more strained, from as far as he could remember. There was love between them, and Percy had very fond memories where his father would read him a story before bed or when he would play with him and his brothers in the garden. But they had very little common interest and it had weighted on their relation.

Bill had always been his favorite brother. He was the strong big brother, protecting his younger siblings. Percy had always felt safe around him, especially during his first year at Hogwarts, which had been awful for Percy.

Charlie had always been nice to Percy. He was a little more agitated than Bill, less reliable, always here and there doing Merlin's know what with who knows who.

Fred and George were a totally different matter. They were Percy's first little brothers. But they had each other already and they didn't need him very much. They were very smart, and if they had tried harder in class, they could had bring outstanding grades. But they weren't interested. When they were at school, Percy had tried very hard to restrain them so they could at least get their OWLS. He couldn't remember the number of time he had begged the Headmaster and Professor McGonagall not the have them expelled. Percy had not been surprised to see the success of their store in Diagon Alley, but he still had the feeling he had failed them somehow. He felt that he had not tried hard enough for them. He had never been good speaking to people, and he usually learned his speeches by heart before saying them, and that was probably the reason people fund them so boring and they would think he was meprisant, which had never been Percy's intention. For Christmas, Percy had bought a Pygmy puff to Zane. Said puff had been named Tyler "Ty" after many deliberation and was always with Zane, hovering over his shoulder or sleeping in his bed, happily chirping around. Percy had to say that the pygmy puff was kind of cute, all blue and fluffy. And he made his son happy, and just for that, it was worth it.

Ron and Ginny were the babies of the family. Even if he loved them, he had resent them when he was younger. Ron because he was always crying, taking away his mother's attention. Ginny because she was a girl and there was no winning against that in his parents heart. After his resenting period, he had been very close to Ginny, he would read her bedtime stories and teach everything he knew. Sometimes after she fell asleep, she wouldn't let go of him and would just fall asleep like that, sitting against her bed.

Around 8 o'clock, Percy was pulled out of his reminiscences by the sound of Zane footsteps coming down the stairs. Percy looked up and smile at the sleepy face of Zane. Zane didn't really looked like him, except here and there. He took more of his mother, not that it mattered anyway. The woman was beautiful. Zane had brown and waved hair, he had no freckles at all and his skin was golden. During the summer he would get tan very easily, not like Percy who got sunburns even during the winter. The young boy had his father's and grandfather's blue eyes. If he got he high cheekbones and his plain mouth from his mother, he got his long nose from Percy. Zane had taken the best of both his parents and he looked like an angel. Percy knew he would break many hearts growing up.

"-So you are ready to go to Diagon Alley" Percy asked his son, who was currently happily munching his milk soaked cereals. Zane nodded enthusiastically, he really liked Diagon Alley.

Percy chuckled lightly at the familiar sight. Zane was two years old, but he was very smart. Percy had read many books about child development, muggle and magical, and he could already say that Zane was advanced. Worried, Percy had talk about the situation with one of the teacher at Zane's preschool, and she had agreed with him about Zane's capacities but she had told him not to worry too much seeing that Zane was well integrated and had a lot of friends.

Seeing no answer to his letter by 11 o'clock, Percy and Zane departed for Diagon Alley. A part of Percy wanting to run away far and never think about this meeting ever, but another part of him wanted his family to meet Zane. He wanted his parents to know hi son. Percy was a solitaire and except for Penelope Clearwater, Zane's godmother and his oldest friend, he didn't have many friends.

Leaky cauldron, later that day

Percy couldn't sit still, glancing at his watch every 30 seconds. He hadn't received any owl that day so he had guessed it was okay for him to bring Zane along today. Zane himself, unaware of the torments of his father was drinking a hot chocolate sitting across the table from Percy.

Luckily, Percy didn't had to wait too long before he saw his father standing at the door, looking for them. Percy stood, facing Arthur who approach them a shy smile on his face. There he was, his father, Arthur Weasley was standing in front of him. Percy was lost for words, feeling his throat clenching.

"Percy" just said Arthur before pulling him in a bone cracking hug.

"Dad" was all Percy managed to say.

"You look good, son" said Arthur, checking him from head to toes.

After a moment, Percy remembered that he was not alone.

"Dad, can I introduce my son : Zane William Fabian Weasley" said Percy proudly, standing behind his son, his hand on his shoulder.

Arthur smiled widely and crouched in front of Zane so they were face to face.

"Hi Zane, I am your grandfather, Arthur Weasley"

Zane did his killer smile and extend his right hand toward Arthur. Percy saw his dad look at him, with a questioning look on his face.

"Shake his hand dad. Zane his mute, so it's his way of saying hello to you." explained Percy. Arthur nodded his head and smiled back at Zane, and shake his little hand. Percy let go of a breath he didn't even know he was holding. He should have know that having a mute in the family would not matter to Arthur Weasley but he still had been worried.

"Should we go?" asked Artur, "Your mother is pacing in the kitchen" he said with a smile. "Since we received your letter this morning, she had been dying to meet her first grandchild."

Just thinking about his family's reaction towards Zane was enough to make him want to throw up .

Anyway, it was too late to back up now, so Percy took Zane in his arms, sitting him on his hip.

"Yes, let's go" Percy said, while Zane put his arms around his father's neck, his head on the crook of Percy's shoulder. "How do you want to do it?"

"We agreed to let you come to the meeting, but as you are not a member, we can't let you know the address of the headquarter." Percy nodded, it made sense after all, and even if it was calm lately, there was still a war going on.

"So I will have to floo the both of you in" finished Arthur look apologetic. Percy just shrugged, he had of course envisaged this possibility. Many wizards didn't like to be flooed in because it meant they had no control on the destination.

"Works for me." he said. And he let his father floo him and Zane to the Headquarters of the order of the Phoenix.

Percy and Zane arrived in a spacious kitchen, with a long wood table in the middle. The window was opened and we could hears voices and laugh coming from outside. The door was closed and Molly was sitting at the table, a cup of the between her two hands.

"Mum" Percy whispered almost reverently.

"Perce" murmured his mother, obviously fighting against tears.

Molly took her third son into a hud before he could say anything else. Taken in the moment, neither of them noticed Arthur flooding in the room. Arthur looked at the scene in front of him and he realised how much he had missed his son.

Percy finally let go of her mother. It felt strange to be with his parents again but it was a good strange, one with a taste of second chance.

Five minutes later, the four of them were sitting at the table, holding the or hot chocolate.

"So" said Percy, "I guess you have questions. You can ask everything you want." He was glancing at Zane.

"Well" said Molly " I don't know if we have a right to ask….I mean….with everything…"

"Mum, I am here, am I" answered Percy. " To tell the truth, I always felt sad that Zane didn't gotta know his family, so if I can change that, I will do everything I can." said Percy gazing lovingly at his son.

"So how old is he" asked Molly, beaming.

"Zane is two, he was born the 14th February 1995"

"Arthur said that Zane is mute… but have you saw a healer about it? I mean, with magic…"

Percy sighted. He had known this kind of questions were coming of course, but they always brought back an unwanted feeling of guilt.

"From what her mother told me, there was a problem at birth, the umbilical cord was wrapped around Zane's neck and damaged his vocal cord" Percy explain. He had of course gone to many hospitals, but no one had been able to bring Zane's voice.

"So… you are not married?" asked Molly, looking embarrassed. Among pureblood society, having a child outside of the marriage was not very acceptable. Molly may not be very well seen in this society anymore but she had been raised as a good pureblood witch.

"No Mum, I am not married, I am sorry" said Percy taking his mother's hand in Weasley shook her head, before asking :

"What about Zane's mother, is she still around?"

"No" respond Percy honestly. "All I know is that she is a muggle names Claire. I met her shortly after the end of the triwizard tournament, I was drunk and we spend the night together. The next morning, she was gone, and I was relieved. I only saw her once more, one year later, when she brought me Zane before disappearing." It was not really something he was proud of, but he couldn't think of ny good reasons to lie.

"She just dropped him on my arm before running away. I had just got my job and my life ontrack again and then I was all alone and scared...but at the end we managed" Percy's voice broke as he said that.

"Oh, baby" said Molly gripping Percy's hand.

After the reunion with his parents, the four of went outside to join the other. molly had of course said the truth about Percy being a dad to the other Weasleys. It was obviously not something that he would have been to hide anyway and Percy had been relieved no to have to explain. He was anxious at the idea of meeting his family once again and having to say it by himself would had been really hard.

When Percy arrived in the garden with Zane still on his arm, there was a quidditch game on, with numerous red head on each team. The rest of the crowd was sitting on the grass, or on chairs eating, drinking and laughing. On the garden table there was an immense cake and and a big pile of presents. Hagrid and Madame Maxime were...flirting by the trees, oblivious to the others. Encouraged by his parents, he approached the dinner table. Bill was sitting there, speaking with an extraordinarily beautiful young woman. His wife Percy guessed, the half-vela. Gathering his strength he went to Bill, he had to start with one of them anyway. He ask his mother to keep an eyes on Zane, and he marched towards Bill.

Once he was standing in front of his brother, his voice left him and stayed there speechless. Luckily, his oldest brother took pity on him and hugged him tight under the watery eyes of his wife.

'I missed you' whispered Percy at his brother.

After this, the two brothers sat beside each other and Percy told his story for the second time this day, and probably not for the last. When he stopped, Bill just pats his shoulder, before asking if he can meet his nephew now.

Grateful to Bill from the bottom of his heart for his easy acceptance of the situation, Percy turned around and called Zane.

'Zane, I want to introduce Bill to you, he is your uncle, daddy`s brother' Once again, Zane just smiled and shook Bill`s hand. Bill didn't seemed at all disturb by the fact that Zane couldn't answer to him and he put his nephew on his lap, catting as he usually would. Zane looked very happy, in his uncle lap, listening to his chatting. Sometimes, Zane would stopped Bill to ask a question and Percy would translate as Bill couldn't speak the sign language. Knowing his brother, he would learn as soon as possible. After a view minutes of conversation Bill and Zane turned their attention to the Quidditch match, Bill explaining and commentating the game.

'Perce, would you allow me to take Zane for a short flight?' Percy hated flying on a broom and Zane couldn`t fly alone, being a squib. He watched at his son, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

'Okay, you can go...but you listen to your uncle!'

Bill chuckled as Zane his fist as a victory gesture, a big smile on his face. Percy then watched as Bill and Zane soared through the sky. Bill was not taking any risks, and he had Percy`s trust not to, so he relaxed sipping at his drink.

' He is a good kid' said Fleur and Percy nodded. Yes, Zane was a good kid and he didn't regret bringing him here.