They think they know me. They think they have me all figured
out. But they haven't a clue. They probably don't even care that I am gone. I
have slipped through their memories like sand through an hourglass. If they could only see me now. But soon they will remember
me. They will see me for what I really am.
I live a solitary life, and that is the way I like it. No one's expectations to live up to. No
one to answer to. No one to tell me how wrong I was or
how right Harry Potter is. How wonderful he is.
You are wondering who I am, I suppose? Well, my name is
Percy Weasley and this is my story.
I suppose I should start at the beginning; that's where most
people start their stories. Well, I was born August 22, 1976, the third son of Arthur and Molly Weasley.
My oldest brother, Bill, was six when I was born, and Charlie was four.
I really guess that life was kind of humdrum up until the
time Bill went to Hogwarts. We were taught from the beginning about the magical
world, since Mum was a witch and Dad was a wizard. Unfortunately, we were also
taught that we were not allowed to do magic until we were eleven and time came
for us to go to Hogwarts.
The day Bill's letter came, you'd have thought Mum and Dad's
hearts were going to burst right out of their chests with pride. You'd have
thought they weren't expecting it. They knew that he was going to Hogwarts. How
could they not? Most everyone in our family is a witch or a wizard. I think there's a second cousin somewhere who
is an accountant but other than that our whole family tree is full of witches
and wizards, all known for their magic. Now that's not to say that there aren't
dark wizards in our family tree. We are related to both the Malfoys and the
Blacks, both pureblood families and both of them known for their contributions
to Voldemort's cause.
But I digress. I can still remember Mum's voice that day:
"Bill, Bill! Come quick!"
Hearing her voice, I stood on my tiptoes and looked out my
bedroom window to see what all the fuss was about. I knew that he would be up
on the hill, watching Charlie fly on the small broomstick that Dad had gotten
him. I'd had a couple of goes on it myself, but quite honestly I didn't care
much for it. I was more the studious type and much preferred to be in my room
reading or drawing.
"What is it, Mum?" Bill yelled. I could see him
running down the hill, nearly tripping over himself in his hurry to get there.
As Mum came into view I could see the envelope in her hand,
which she was waving like a war banner. Fred and George, who were not even
three yet, were clinging to the skirt of her robes. "Your Hogwarts letter,
it came! My baby's going to Hogwarts!"
I could hear Fred and George shouting as they tried to say
Coming away from the window, I rolled my eyes and went back
to my drawing. Big deal, thought to myself. They'd been talking about it
forever! 'I wonder when Bill's going to get his letter. I know that he will be
going to Hogwarts.'
Mum sent Dad an owl at work to tell him the good news and he
got special permission to come home early to celebrate.
"Another Gryffindor in the family, that's wonderful
news!" Dad said as soon as he came home.
"But what if I'm not in Gryffindor, Dad?" Bill
said and I could see the worried look on his face.
"A son of mine, not in
Gryffindor?" Dad said, nearly laughing, "Why there's no way
that you could be in any other house."
"But...I mean...there are members of our family that
were in Slytherin. It could happen."
"No son of mine will ever be in that house." Dad
didn't raise his voice very often but when he did we knew that he meant it.
Charlie looked up, wide-eyed, at him and the two twins both started crying.
That was the end of the talk about the houses. Since Bill's
birthday was in November, they didn't go to get his school things yet. But they
couldn't stop talking about how exciting it was for Bill to be going to
At last August came and Mum took us all to Diagon Alley to
get his school things. I was really bored with watching him get his robes and
potion supplies, but when we got to the bookstore I was in heaven.
I was very smart for my age and I loved to look at books and
such. I wasn't happy when Mum said that she couldn't buy me any books right
then, that they didn't have enough money. But she did take us all to get ice
creams. But honestly, I would rather have had a book.
I was almost glad when it came time for him to go. I was so
tired of hearing Bill this and Bill that. Big deal, he’s going to Hogwarts. Did
Mum and Dad forget they still had me, Charlie, and the twins?
Here, I must pause in my story. Dad's reaction to the
possibility of Bill being in Slytherin, that was
something that was a problem for me down the line. I can't explain it now, but
you will see.
Months passed and Mum would get owls from Bill saying how
much he loved Hogwarts and from his teachers letting her and Daddy know how
well he was doing. He wrote about the fabulous Halloween feast and about the
ghosts that were in the castle. He liked all his teachers except for someone
named Professor Slughorn. Apparently he played favourites to those who had
Christmastime came and Bill came home for the holidays, with
many more stories to tell about Hogwarts. I was looking forward to going there
myself because it sounded exciting and besides, I would get books too!
Bill had brought books home with him to study over break and
I had sneaked a couple of peeks in them, till Mum caught me and made me stop. I
just wanted to look! Why did she stop me?
After New Years, Bill went back to Hogwarts and life
returned as normal, for the most part. He said he'd be back for Easter break
and then in June he'd be home for the summer.
Years seemed to go by fast, and soon Charlie was in Hogwarts
too. This made me excited because soon it would be my turn and I could learn
all the things that they were learning. I still enjoyed reading a lot, and it
was kind of cool to have it just be the five of us for once. Like a lot of kids
like us, our parents taught us all until we were old enough to go to Hogwarts.
Watching my twin brothers, though, I wondered if maybe they
weren't doomed to be put in Slytherin. They were always playing pranks on me
and doing stuff that I didn't like. I had to shut the door to my room because
otherwise they would go in there and mess things up. If there were ever two
Dark Wizards in the making it would be Fred and George. But of course I'd never
Now that Bill was in his third year at Hogwarts, he was
allowed to go to Hogsmeade on certain weekends. This was actually great,
because when he would have a trip to Hogsmeade he would always send me
something that he bought with the money that Mum and Dad had given him. As
older brothers go, he was pretty cool. I mean it was nothing huge but sometimes
it was a quill, or some candy. I always marked the Hogsmeade trips on my
Okay, I'm going to stop my reminiscing for now. I have plans
that I have to take care of and things that need to be done. The person for
whom I work is not a patient man and he doesn't take kindly to excuses. So, for
now I leave you and when I return I will tell you about my Hogwarts experience.