For Percy (an HP fanfic)

VII

"Master Percy?" Livvy opened the door to Percy's room to reveal a sobbing Percy. "Why don't Master Percy get ready? Mistress Camilla wants Master Percy downstairs."

"Leave me alone," Percy said through the sheets of his bed and Livvy took it as an invitation to enter his room. Livvy went to Percy's wardrobe, taking out his black dress robe and hanging it near his private bathroom before she walked to Percy's bed.

"Master Percy-" Livvy tried to shake Percy awake. "It's time for Master Rhys' funeral. Master Percy doesn't want to miss it, right?"

"I want Daddy to wake me," Percy sat up, still yawning. His face was full of tear stains, his eyes red from crying too much, his nose still runny as there are tears and snot stains on his bedsheets.

"Master Rhys would love Master Percy to be there-" Livvy nodded as she had a hand out, letting Percy take it. Percy holds Livvy's hand as he gets off his bed, helping him entered the bathroom.

Percy washed his face and brushed his teeth before he stripped and showered, still remembering how happy he was on the beach with his father. Rhys was so curious about his sandcastle, Rhys trickled the salty water and Percy pushed him to the salty water, and he really misses those times. He doesn't get along with his mother well, should he beg to live with Druella instead? Druella loves him with Bellatrix and Narcissa.

Percy soon stepped out of the bathroom, changing into dress robes. Percy stepped looked up to Livvy, face still gloomy as night. Livvy takes his hand as she slowly guides him downstairs. "Master Rhys would want Master Percy to eat," she said as she handed him his plate.

Percy only stared at his plate of beef casserole, not even touching it. "Master Percy needs to eat so he'll get his energy," Livvy tried to persuade. "Livvy will cut more lemon pie if Master Percy finishes it!"

"Come on, Percy," Camilla hissed, agitation clear in her voice. "We don't have all day. Finish your damn casserole. We have to meet the others in-" Camilla checked the clock. "Fifteen minutes."

Percy nodded as he grabbed a spoon nearby, digging in his beef casserole and quickly chewing his food. He doesn't know why, but the idea of irritating- much less angering- his mother terrified him.

"I'm done," Percy said as he wiped his mouth with some tissues, taking Scabbers with him as he stood up. Camilla nodded as she also stood up, holding Percy's hand as they walk outside the mansion, disapparating.

As they apparated to the funeral spot, Camilla lets go of Percy, and with her wand, she levitates her husband's coffin. Percy held Druella's hand as he sees her, Cygnus, Bellatrix, Narcissa, a couple of Rhys' extended family, Rhys' and Camilla's co-workers that Percy can't name, and the priest. Camilla decided that Rhys will be buried next to Evan's funeral, so father-and-son can be conjoined beyond death.

"Come on, Percy-" Druella carried Percy's tiny body to her hips, letting the little boy cry on her shoulders- though she's crying herself. Druella pats her little brother's back to calm him down- a gesture that seems useless but appreciated nonetheless.

Once they've reached an empty grave spot next to Evan's, Druella put Percy down to charm some ground to levitate, nearby an empty tombstone ready to carve. Camilla inserts the grave in the hollowed ground before Druella returns the ground, flattening it. Camilla levitates a nearby tombstone to stand above, carving the name RHYS ARWYN ROSIER with his birth date and death date, and the cursive sentence always dearly loved, young and old carved on it. Druella, Camilla, Percy, and the others start placing flowers on Rhys' grave.

"We are gathered today at the loss of Rhys Arwyn Rosier," the priest says. "Son to Meurig and Catrin Rosier, husband to Camilla Rosier née Flint, father to Druella Black née Rosier, the late Evan Rosier, and Percival Rosier, and uncle to Bellatrix Black and Narcissa Black, co-owner of Living Word Real Estate." The priest listed and Druella's grip on Percy tighten as they both cried even harder.

"Let us pray in hopes that Rhys' soul will rest happily in the afterlife." Silence reigned over the graveyard as every head tilted down, Percy's was no exception as he kept his sobs to a minimum. His dad was gone. His dad promised to always protect him and Scabbers, but how can that be when he's not even here?

"Daddy, you promise you'll protect Scabbers and me forever. You can't lie to me, Daddy-" Percy sobbed as he watched the guests starting to leave one-by-one, holding Scabbers tighter for support. More tears fell out of his eyes as he lets out all his grief go. "I wanna be with you."

"Percy, it's time to go," Druella held his shoulders, letting him know it's time to go. Percy nods, turning to hug Druella as she carried her little brother up her hip. Percy hugged Druella, crying even more.

"I miss Daddy."

"I know, sweetheart," Druella pats his back gently, letting him rest on her shoulders as she kept walking. "I know."

"Druella," Camilla called, causing her daughter to look at her. "Where are Bellatrix and Narcissa?"

"Cygnus took them home already," Druella revealed. "I'll just tuck Percy to bed, I don't think he should be left alone so soon." Druella caressed Percy's back. "He kept crying at the funeral, it really broke my heart."

"Yes," Camilla agreed. "The shock and the grief- he won't take it well. Put him down, we're going to apparate away."

"Very well," Druella did as she was told, placing Percy down the ground. Percy held Druella's hand, his eyes never leaving his father's grave as he, Druella, and Camilla disapparated.

Once they apparated in front of the Rosier Mansion, Druella carried Percy up her hip again as they walked inside the mansion. At this point, Percy was no longer sobbing at his sister's embrace, but still, his cheeks wet in tears. She carried him up to his room, where she opened the door.

"Don't go, Dru," Percy begged when Druella puts him down his bed, barely keeping his tears at bay. "I miss Daddy."

"Sweetie, I miss Daddy too-" Druella placed her hand gently on his knees, trying so hard to compose herself together. "What if you get changed, and I'll tell you a story? It must be uncomfortable to sleep in dress robes, is it?"

Percy knows his sister was right, so he nodded as his sister takes some pyjamas from his wardrobe, handing them to Percy. Percy takes the pyjamas from Druella, navigating himself to the private bathroom he owns and closes the wooden black door, changing his clothes. Once he gets out, he gets on his bed with his sister sitting next to him.

"What story do you want me to tell?" Druella asked, placing Scabbers between them.

"Just stay with me," Percy begged, shaking his head as he yawned. Nodding softly, Druella lays next to little Percy, her hand frequently patting her little brother as he slowly drifts into darkness.