Author’s notes: I unfortunately own nothing in the
world of Harry Potter. It all belongs to the woman richer than the queen, J.K.
This story is a companion piece to the short story If Only that I posted here at Sugarquill
a while back.
I would like to thank my beta-reader Gufa yet again
for being a great beta. Also, I would like to thank my new friend Jo
Wickaninnish for her creativity and helpfulness.
Thank you for reading my story and I hope you enjoy
Percy Weasley walked the long halls of
Hogwarts listening to his footsteps pound on the marble floors and his heart
pound in his chest. Turning the corner, he walked up to the guard gargoyle and
said, “Plum Pacifiers,” as the gargoyle leapt aside, before striding up the
stairs and into Headmaster Dumbledore’s vast round office.
Apprehensively walking to the foot of the
Headmaster’s desk, he nodded in greeting and looked directly over Dumbledore’s
head at a carved mask hanging on the wall, afraid to look into the older man’s
“Ah, Mr. Weasley, how nice to see you
again,” said the Headmaster before letting out a sigh and continuing.
“I understand that you need to talk to me
about an important matter; your Secretary owled me this morning, in fact.”
Dumbledore managed to catch Percy’s eye and
hold his gaze for a moment after putting direct emphasis on the word secretary.
Percy turned abruptly to face the door
and Fawkes sitting on his perch.
“Yes, sir, I am afraid to say that I can no
longer attend meetings or receive briefings concerning the Order.”
Percy turned to look for some reaction on
Dumbledore’s face to find none. The wise older man’s face was totally
As the tired bumblebee tilted his head
slightly to the side, he said, “Percy, I’m afraid that you don’t understand.”
Percy gulped and began wringing his hands
as he closed his eyes and prepared his mind for the words he was about to say.
“Professor Dumbledore, I cannot entertain
myself with the Order anymore. I have more -looking to right of Dumbledore’s
head- important things to accomplish”, he finished with an air of fear and
uncertainty rather than the one of strength and dignity he had expected from
Percy’s eyes were shut and he could hear no
sound from the room, not even his breathing, for he was holding his breath.
Suddenly, “Percy, from what I hear it is
important to breathe,” came the hoarse voice of the
most powerful wizard known to man-kind.
Percy sighed, rested his hands on his knobby
knees, and breathed deeply.
Looking up at the face of the authoritative
man, Percy found himself completely intimidated.
“Do you not realize,
that once you leave the Order, there are certain steps that must be taken? Many
people who have left the Order after finding it too time-consuming or such,
have had to have their memory modified of any events or comments about the
Order in their presence.”
Percy slipped into a state of shock as his
mouth dropped open and words of objection became caught in his throat.
“However, Percy, considering your family
and their ties to the Order it’s simply not possible. There are other measures,
Mr. Weasley, but with you I don’t think they will be necessary. Even though you
have your own ideas about how to make the wizarding world succeed, I know your
family is very important to you.”
Percy shook his head slightly and said with
a shaky voice, “Sir, my family is in no danger, we’re Purebloods, sir. If
You-Know- Who is back, we will not be in any danger.”
“Percy, I understand that Ms. Granger has
been spending summers and other holidays at your house for some years,
Percy nodded not seeing the reason for
shift in the topic of conversation.
“Do you have a high opinion of Ms. Granger,
Percy sighed, “Of course sir, she’s very
nice and is without a doubt one of the best students I have ever seen. Plus,
she’s certainly good for Ron, but I don’t see why we’re here talking about a
young girl and her schoolwork.”
Percy had been cut off by Dumbledore, “No,
we’re here talking about her kind, aren’t we Mr. Weasley, the Mudbloods.
Percy blushed slightly at the word and
began another sentence before being cut off again. “Basically, Mr. Weasley, in
public Muggle-borns and Muggles should be treated no
differently, but when it comes to the truth of the matter, you feel superior.
“I have never in my life discriminated
against anyone for any reason; I hold nothing against no one.”
“Mr. Weasley, I suggest you talk to someone
you can trust who is close to you, who may be able to aid you in your choices
in life before you make a decision like this. In fact, I believe Ms. Clearwater
would help you greatly.”
“What does Penny have to do with any of
“Simply that the
choices and issues in this war will affect everyone,
Percy’s face now contorted in anger, his
fist clinched and his body heat rose, as the Weasley temper took over.
“My decision is final, my choice is made. I
want nothing to do with the Order, or the people, any of the people, involved in it. Furthermore, if anyone needs to
“talk” to someone it’s you. You’re the one who needs to understand the issues.”
When Percy finished he noticed that his
posture had changed from cool and intimidated to furious and frustrated. His
back was hunched toward the Headmaster and his finger was pointed ominously at
the Headmaster like a wand casting a curse. Pointed right between the silver
spectacles that rested atop a pointed a nose with twinkling eyes, but mischief
or merriment was not the emotion sparkling there.
“Mr. Weasley, I believe that you need to
get yourself and your life organized before you make this decision.”
“I know my decision; it’s mine. I know what
I’m doing and I’m quite capable of making up my mind and making my own
decisions,” said Percy in tone that suggested he could at any moment fly off
the handle or crawl into a corner and cry.
“Doors are sitting wide open for you Percy,
leading down many different hallways. I suggest you make your decision soon before
they all close in your face.”
Percy’s breathing was out of control. He
was huffing and puffing, looking like he could explode at any moment.
“In fact, I suggest you exit my door before
we both lose sense of calm and dignity about your recent decisions.”
Headmaster Dumbledore stood and reached a
hand out to Percy to shake.
Percy looked down at the hand and back up
into Dumbledore’s eyes before sneering and walking out the wide doors. Turning
around, he looked over his shoulder at the old man to see his hand raise and
wave, not in farewell but to shut the wide doors in Percy’s face.