Percival Weasley was a menace.

The boy now followed him around like a duckling, looked at him like sun came out of his arse, and listened to his every damned word like it was bible.

Sodding annoying boy!

And he didn't shut up! He would go on and on about something, didn't even mattered if you were listening or not, as if no-one had heared him before in his life.

"Professor, is it true that you have enhanced the wolfbane potion and simultaneously reduced the time of the brew? I know I am snooping"

Damn right you are snooping around. What is my potions inventions to you? You have Ted to ask about Goblin wars!

" and I really don't want to be rude, but …"

How he hated "BUTs". I don't wanna be rude, news flash he was!

"is it true you have invented spells? And I am terribly sorry but is it also true you once duelled Professor Flitwick and won, since he was the winner of the championship of the year…"

Duckling. A stupid duckling. A prattling idiot who didn't close his mouth. Oh, he so hated his politeness and "sorrys". He much preferred Andromeda's directness and snarkiness of Narcissa.

"And I would like to know, I mean I would be honored if you took time and explained how you did your mastery in such a short time and become the youngest potions master …"

He would kill the boy. He would feed him dreamless sleep, shove him down the Lake at Hogwarts and have Mere people eat his corpse.

"And I think ministry people are idiots, basically. Your version of the potion was far superior and they just refused to do so out of spite, you have every right to be angry at them and I appreciate that you prevented me getting into that awful place…"

Or not. He did have his uses, like stroking his ego.

"I totally disagree with what Rita Skeeter talked about you yesterday." That got his attention, finally.

Yesterday?

Rita Skeeter exclusively wrote for Prophet, and he was told they didn't get prophet here, or only out of date ones. If Percy Weasley got his hands on yesterday edition, it only meant one thing.

"ACCIO YESTERDAY PROPHET!"

Thankfully he got the edition, then one look, one look and he dropped it like it was a cursed object. He felt stricken by an invisible thing.

SIRIUS BLACK ESCAPED!

Complete with a picture of him in the front.

"Um Sir?"

He was going to fucking KILL this lot!

Rage. He was feeling angry, like hot coals were in his stomach and ants marching on the back of his head.

He went right – if stumbling twice and hanging on the railing to not fall first onto the stairs was it- for the sanest person available in this mad house, William.

"WEASLEY YOU BLOODY IDIOT!"

His door was locked.

Why would he ever do that? His parents didn't bother their eldest Golden child, nor would Andromeda or Ted. All of his siblings respected him.

So, Was it because of him? He would be flattered if he wasn't so much of a wreck.

Or was it something else?

He didn't wait for him opening- if he wanted to open the door at all- and didn't use a spell. He was so angry he kicked the door, the door being a magical one only spelled for privacy- magical folk ever underestimated the power of muggle ways- opened easily.

He wishes it hadn't.

"Oh, my eyes! I gonna wash them with acid! I am gonna brew a forgetfulness potion RIGHT NOW!" said poor Percival, making gagging noises.

Served him right for following him around.

There he was standing in front of his two-half naked former students, one of them called him "uncle Sev" and the other was supposed to be researching ways to break the the dark mark curse.

Bill without a top, had his hands all over Dora's front, and Dora didn't have anything but her bra and knickers.

-thanks for small mercies

His face burned. He opened his mouth three times, but couldn't get a word out. Funny, the only time it happened was that time Sirius Black assumedly –

Black. Escape.

Merlin Potter!

As much as he was mad at them not telling him Black escaped, he was more worried for Potter's life. That idiot boy escaped death only a month before, and no blood wards would save him from Black. The deranged man first stop would be Harry Potter's , and he didn't want to be reading about his bloody death any time soon after what he gave up for the boy.

No doubt, he would get the prophet, see the article and think of some heroic way to co n front Black and revenge his parents. God knew he didn't have two functioning brain cells.

"throw something on and get your ass to Gringotts, You are going to go to England, Check on Potter and get him here if neccassary"

If he slammed the door harder than neccassary, no one needed to know.