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05/20/2020 10:18 PM 

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The smell followed him, clung to his hair and skin as it did his clothes. Percy didn't bother to wipe the mashed parsnips from himself as he entered his flat. There stains of proof to what he was, that he wasn't welcome nor wanted in a family that he desperately wanted back. He knew it was a stupid idea to go back to the Burrow with Scrimgeour, but he let the Minister of Magic talk him into anyway. Once again, Percy found himself as a pawn in someone else's game to get to his family, but unlike Fudge, Scrimgeour was on their side and the safety of his family wasn’t called into question. They were actively working to end the war before it had a chance to really start, were open to the help of the Order. It was the perfect chance to rebuild, apologize and forgive. For his family to see they were on the same side and not hate him for a decision made out of hurt. To forget the hurtful things said if it meant unity if they allowed him to come back.

As much as he disliked the Burrow growing up, everything from the cramped way of living to the constant noise, Percy missed it. He had been toying with the idea of a visit. Christmas was ideal with everyone around, but it felt like his only chance to see his mum; to finally get to talk to her, let her know that he was okay and that maybe things would get better soon. Out of his whole family, it was her that he missed, felt the ache build in his chest to the loss of the only one who ever actually bothered to know him, took interest in him. She tried, out of everyone it was her that found him the months after he left. It was her that came to see him, make sure he was okay. It was her, and only her that ever tried to show she loved him, the only one who wanted him back. And it was her that Percy longed for, the only one he wanted to speak with and ask help from. She wouldn't push him away, even when angry or hurt Percy knew she loved him. 

When Scrimgeour pressured him into taking him to the Burrow in order to see Harry, Percy played into the game, pretended that he didn’t want to when on the inside he was screaming in excitement. He didn’t believe he would be welcomed back with open arms, didn’t fall into a false trap of security that everything would just go back to the way it was but heading back with Scrimgeour was a way to test the waters, see if he would be accepted back at all by the others. It was his chance to see his mum, express the regret he held for closing the door on her, sending back his jumper. Scream until his throat bled how sorry he was if it meant she forgave him.

He spoke to no one when he arrived, the swiftness in which Scrimgeour threw him directly under the bus of furious gingers in his desire to get his own job done caused Percy to freeze. She was the only one who seemed pleased to see him as he walked through the door with the new Minister. She must have known he was heading back, the smell of the food, Percy's favorite food, hitting him the moment he walked into the Burrow. "I'd like to talk to you and father," he mumbled, the only words he managed to get out to Molly, was terrified of uttering his plea to be allowed back home with the glares set on him by others. The excitement at seeing him, at thinking she was getting her son back was ingrained into Percy’s mind as was the hurt as he stormed away from the Burrow, parsnips the twins and Ginny flung at him falling from his face, Molly's voice crying out for him to stop just as it did when he left two years ago.

He sat heavily on the hideous couch, setting his glasses on the end table as he leaned back and stared up at the ceiling. He drew in a rattled breath - inhaling the smell of the Burrow that now stained his shirt. Home was a place of chaos and laughter. It was messy with clutter that one could easily trip over. It was nine red heads scattered through the house or running wild in the garden. It tasted of freshly baked bread that was always there waiting and it held the earthy smell of parsnips. His flat should have been perfect for him, should have been an oasis for a mind that demanded silence but it was cold and would never hold the title of home for him.

He peeled off the soiled shirt, the soft wool of the last Christmas jumper he ever received warm against his cold skin, a sweater that begun to unravel from overuse. The jumper became the source of comfort in moments of loneliness when he felt the most lost and needed his mum.

Curled on the couch, he hugged into the jumper. Percy wanted to go home.
 

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May 16th 2021 - 10:12 PM

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-panics because there isn't a date- And this is a new format. WHAT IS HAPPENING!
- Ah Christmas time....on fucking mothers day. Having holiday issues there Perce? -is trying to hide the pain to come with sarcasm and laughter-
They were actively working to end the war before it had a chance to really start, were open to the help of the Order. < Ok, right. That is one thing I just can't wrap my head around. Why didn't they join forces after Fudge stepped down? Why did the Order (or more so Dumbledore) refuse the help offered by the Ministry? Surely they must have realized they were a bigger and greater threat to the common enemy together than apart and divided....right?
- Ahh I'm seeing the mother's day aspect here a bit. Percy's closeness with Molly. Well played
it was her that he missed, felt the ache build in his chest to the loss of the only one who ever actually bothered to know him, took interest in him. < THIS. HURTS. And why, because it is so fucking true
Scream until his throat bled how sorry he was if it meant she forgave him. < Why you gotta hurt us like this?
- The whole bit about Scrimgeour throwing him under the bus being why Percy was so....cold towards everyone is a brilliant twist and fits so well with your Percy. Like, they had their plan set and then they arrive and Scrimgeour just goes off the plan and Percy's screaming on the inside because what the fuck is he supposed to do now -laughs arse off-
the only words he managed to get out to Molly, was terrified of uttering his plea to be allowed back home with the glares set on him by others. < YAS! I love you to shite for making this a moment where Percy had planned to discuss coming back and seek forgiveness because that makes it all the more tragic
Molly's voice crying out for him to stop just as it did when he left two years ago. < HOW VERY FUCKING DARE YOU! -hugs mum-
- Aw. AWWW he's putting on his jumper
Curled on the couch, he hugged into the jumper. Percy wanted to go home. < I fucking hate you

This? THIS WAS A MOTHER'S DAY PIECE? -cackles-

As always, your writing is brilliant. This hurt and shows a second side to everything that happens. I remember your full piece when he's losing his shite on Scrimgeour after this so seeing this here, the direct aftermath just kills the soul. If I really wanted to hurt my heart I could read them back to back and them have every excuse to eat my tub of ice cream -snorts- You always find a great twist and reasoning behind Percy's actions in the book and for that I will forever adore you. 

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