Arthur arrived home still shell-shocked from the discussion he just had with Percy. He slowly walked into the kitchen to see his wife pouring beef stew into multiple different bowls. Molly took a quick glance behind her and smiled when she saw her husband. "Oh, you have perfect timing. I just finished dinner."

"Dinner can wait, Molly." Arthur stated in a serious voice. "I really need to talk to you."

Molly took a second look at Arthur, this time seeing the look on his face and instantly knew something was wrong. Molly could always tell with Arthur.

"What is it? What's happened?"

They both took a seat at the table. Unbeknownst to Arthur, right before he walked through the front door Molly had just yelled up to the kids upstairs that dinner was ready. "It's Percy." Arthur then quickly put a hand on top of Molly's upon seeing the look of fright on her face. "It's okay, he's fine...physically anyway."

"Then what is it?"

He tried to think of the right way of how to tell Molly about what her third son had said to him. She needed to know.

"I went to see him before I came home. I told him that we love him, and we miss him. Percy said he loves us."

Molly slightly shook her head, confused.

"Well, that's good. Why does that have you looking so grim?"

"He just loves us, Molly." Arthur then pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a deep sigh. He didn't want to tell his wife the rest, but he had to explain. "Percy said that he doesn't love Bill, Fred, George, Ron, or Ginny. He doesn't want them in his life anymore. Percy even went so far to say that we should disown them because he is so much better than they are, and has been a better son to us. He made it sound like he won't come back as long as they're around."

Molly now had the same look of shock that Arthur probably held once Percy had told him this. Once she was able to find her voice Molly managed to say; "I don't believe it."

"That's exactly what I said."

"How do we handle this?" She then repeated the question. "How do we handle this?"

"I don't know." Arthur was at a loss. "Do you think that we should tell the others?"

"We heard you."

Arthur lightly groaned when he heard Fred's voice from behind him. Slowly turning his head, Arthur looked to see the twins, Ron, and Ginny as they all walked into the room. He motioned for them all to sit down, which they did. As a father, seeing their matching hurt expressions was difficult for him.

"I'm sorry, you guys. I really don't know what else to say to say to you."

"You don't need to be sorry." Ron growled, hating himself because he actually felt his eyes begin to sting. He forced back the tears forming in his eyes. I couldn't believe that he allowed Percy to get to him like this. "If that arrogant, obnoxious git doesn't want me in his life anymore, show me where to sign!"

"That's not the way to solve this." Arthur gently placed a hand on Ron's.

"Maybe you should disown Percy instead." Ginny spoke with a light, shaky voice. However, that only caused Molly to slam the palm of her hand down on the table, hard. That caused all of them, even Arthur, to jump.

"I don't want to hear the word 'disown' again!" She yelled. They were all silent after that, but as each second ticked by each one of the Weasley children were getting madder and madder. Fred in particular started tightly rubbing his hands together.

"Percy thinks he's a better son than us?" Fred finally asked, voice trembling with rage. "Where was he when Charlie died?" He demanded. "Did he stay here with you like we did!? No! He went back to work!"

"Fred-" Arthur began but Fred stood up from his chair so fast it tipped over as he stormed out of the room. They all watched him leave and heard the sound of footsteps stomping back up the stairs. Out of all of them, it was George who was surprisingly the least angry. When he finally spoke up, he sounded even headed and yet saddened at the same time.

"Do you think that it could be our fault?" George asked no one in particular. "Mine and Fred's? We used to prank and tease him a lot...do you think that's why Percy hates us so much?"

"Bollocks." Ron said dismissively. After all, who did the twins prank and tease more than him? And yet, Ron didn't hate Fred and George. "You two do it to everyone."

"Yeah, but Percy could never take it like everyone else could. Me and Fred never did any of that stuff to hurt him, most of it anyway. It was just our way of making him a part of our lives."

"It's not your fault that Percy is a pompous prick who has a stick up his tight arse," Ginny told her brother.

"Ginevra Weasley!" Molly scolded her daughter for the language.

"I'm sorry Mum, I just found out that my own brother hates me!"

Suddenly, bright green flames flared up in the fireplace before dying down as Bill stepped out of it. He had managed to hear the last thing Ginny had yelled and upon looking at the scene in front of him, the oldest of the Weasley children knew something wasn't right.

"What's going on here?" He asked.

That's when Arthur asked his kids to head back upstairs so he and their mother could talk to Bill alone. Molly made them all take a bowl a stew up with them, which Ron slammed on his dresser, making the contents go everywhere. He wished Harry were here to talk to, but he was with Dumbledore on some kind of secret 'mission.' Ron wanted to be with him and Hermione, he wanted to be far away from here. Meanwhile, Arthur had just finished telling Bill what Percy had said. Bill rubbed the back of his neck, now looking very taken aback.

He always thought that he had a good relationship with Percy. Bill wasn't as close with him as he had been with Charlie, but still, they had always got along fine.

"How did the others take it?"

"They're upset." Arthur answered.

Bill could see that his father wasn't telling him this just for him to know. Being the oldest sibling, Arthur was also looking to Bill for some advice on what to do. After taking a deep breath Bill spoke up again.

"If that's how Percy really feels about us then maybe...maybe we shouldn't be around him."

"Bill-" Molly began.

"I'm sorry Mum, but I really don't feel comfortable being around someone who really doesn't like me. Things can be arranged so Percy can come home and never have to see us." Leaning back in his chair, Bill began to think about Charlie and coming home when he found out that he had died. He remembered how Percy wouldn't even look at him, let alone talk to him. It was right then Bill became just as incensed as the others had been.

"What the hell did I do to make him act like this?"

Bill then blinked as he realized not only had he said that out loud, but his voice had risen to a shout. Molly placed a bowl of stew in front of him and looked sadly at her oldest son. "Sometimes you just don't know." She responded.

Leaning forward on the table, Arthur was emotionally drained. After taking another long slow breath, he got up to get a glass of scotch, something he really needed right now. He and Molly had always loved having a big family. He thought that they all had loved it too. What made things even worse, if that were possible, was the holiday season. This was the time for family, but Percy had now missed two Christmases in a row. After seeing the pain that Percy had inflicted upon his siblings, no one was happy anymore. No one smiled, no one laughed, their family was broken. Something he and Molly vowed to not let happen.

Everything was wrong.

XXXXXXXXXX

It was now New Years Eve and snow was still everywhere throughout the neighborhood Penelope had grown up at. She had brought Percy home with her as her parents had thrown a big party to celebrate. Percy was surprisingly comfortable in the muggle world, and he had made a good impression with her Mom and Dad. She also introduced him to her older cousin, his wife, and their two young sons. It was starting to get late, but Percy and Penelope were outside at that moment, rolling up a large ball of snow.

The two of them look as much snow as they could, making sure the ball was medium sized, not too big but not too small. After that, they found two decent sized sticks to be the arms. For the finishing touches, Penelope drew a smile on the bottom of the face while Percy placed two pieces of coal for the eyes before pulling a red button from his shirt for the nose since they didn't have a carrot. With that, it seemed their snowman was pretty much complete.

"What should we call him?" Percy asked.

"How about... Frosty?" Penelope suggested.

"Frosty?"

She nodded and then he agreed.

"When was the last time you built a snowman?" She curiously asked him.

"When I was twelve. With my father." Percy then smiled at the memory. "It was two days before Christmas. Charlie had run off with Fred, George, and Ron, having a snowball fight. Charlie asked me if I wanted to join them, but I said no."

"Why not?"

He shrugged.

"I don't know. Getting hit in the face with a ball of snow didn't seem appealing to me. Anyway, I was about halfway done rolling up the base when suddenly a snowball hit my right shoulder. I thought it was one of my brothers. I turned around to tell them off, but it was my father who had done it. He had come home from work early and he helped me finish it."

The two of them then headed back inside the house. Penelope's parents were now asleep and the guests from the party were long gone. Percy hoped in the shower to warm himself up while Penelope headed straight for her bed. She looked down at Percy's bag on the floor and noticed there was something sticking out of it. She looked at it closer and curiously she leaned down and pulled it further out. It looked like a journal.

Not able to help herself, Penelope opened it and began reading the first page.

Oh boy. I don't know how I ended up here. I just don't know how I ended up here. I thought I was doing everything right. I went out of my way to make everyone happy and comfortable.

My mind keeps racing and once I'm awake, I'm awake. I can't fall back to sleep, so I decided to write my thoughts down on paper.

Why did Charlie have to send me that stupid letter?

It was what suddenly got me thinking about him. I had been drinking, which I never do, and I was so upset. I really didn't think it all the way though, it was an impulse to go and visit him. I have to admit I'm really scared now, because I don't know what's going to happen next. I don't know if I will succeed or fail, I just know that there is no looking back. I can't stop now, I have to keep going.

Penelope's brows furrowed as she re-read the passage, trying to make sense of it. She then began flipping through the pages, the handwriting becoming more and more erratic before Penelope got to page where the quill had been placed.

Just make them go away. Make them go away, make them go away!

Before she could read anymore, Penelope heard the doorknob rattle. She quickly closed the journal and put in back before getting into bed before Percy entered the room.

"Nice of your parents to let me stay in your room."

"Yeah, about that. They think you're sleeping in the guest room."

Percy raised an eyebrow before smiling, wondering if she wanted to so what they did last night. That caused Penelope to smile because Percy smiling was such a rare thing to see. Penelope wondered if she were the only one who got to see it. Slowly, Percy laid down next to her as Penelope leaned forward and kissed him. She then rested her forehead against his, looking into Percy's eyes.

"Percy...is everything is okay with you?" She carefully asked.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know why, but I just stared thinking about that carriage ride, what we talked about." Percy nodded but didn't say anything. "You know that if you have a problem, whatever it is, you can tell me."

"I'm fine."

"Are you sure?"

Moving his head to stare up at the ceiling, Percy wished he could tell Penelope the truth.

"Yeah...I'm...I'm getting there."

Thankful, Penelope didn't say anything more. After the two of them got done with their private 'activity', Penelope took a sleeping pill. She offered one to him, but Percy declined. When Penelope finally dozed off, Percy simply watched her and reached out to lightly brush her hair back. It was oddly peaceful for the briefest moment before his thoughts went back to the one that was dominating him as of late.

Bill.

Suddenly, Percy realized that he didn't even know his oldest brother's address. He needed to find out because he had decided that's where he would do it since it had worked with Charlie.

'Wait...Bill has a fiancée...she must live with him...'

Percy's eyes then widened, and a smile formed at the corner of his mouth. An idea and how to do it finally came to him. Before he could stop himself, Percy got out of the bed and began quickly and quietly gathering his belongings to head back to his own apartment.