"Percy wrote this? Why would he send these back?" I asked, knowing absolutely no one had the answer to that question
"Come with me please, Molly thinks you hate her...." Harry stated, taking my hand and pulling me out of the room and down the hall, up the stairs and stopping me right outside the sitting room.
"Stay here" he instructed
He went into the room, bringing out all of Percy's younger siblings, who one by one all gave me a dirty look when they came out of the room.
"Y/N didn't get the parcels, she thought she was supposed to be picking them up when she came here today and bringing one back to Percy" Harry whispered,
The whispering was in an effort to not upset Molly, whenever anyone brings up Percy around her she starts crying. I understand why, but we could've moved this conversation to be more considerate.
"What?" The twins asked in unison
Harry picked up one of the parcels from their current place by my feet and showed it to them.
"Who's handwriting is this? Do any of you recognize it?" Harry asked
All of the younger Weasley children looked at the parcel for a minute, eventually one of them said something.
"Percy...." Ginny answered "it's Percy's handwriting."
"On both of them, Y/N never got these" Harry replied
All of Percy's siblings groaned and rolled their eyes.
"Mum thinks you hate her" Ron stated, shaking his head in disbelief
"I don't hate your mum, she's one of the sweetest people I've ever met, I don't know how anyone could hate her." I replied
The 5 of them, Fred, George, Ron, Harry, and Ginny, brought me into the sitting room and explained everything to Molly.
After awkwardly standing there waiting for everyone to finish talking, Molly shot up out of the chair she'd been sitting in and hugged me, now crying on my shoulder instead of into her hands.
Hugging her back, I tried to comfort her the best I could.
Thankfully the only person who seemed to have noticed the engagement ring now on my hand was Sirius, and thankfully he didn't say anything about it in that moment.
It would've broken Molly even more than she already had been, seeing her son live a 'happy' life without her and the rest of their family would've devastated her.
After going through the entire Christmas celebration we'd planned, including dinner, I picked up my now opened jumper and left Percy's unopened parcel in my bedroom on the bed and headed home.
Walking past him without saying anything I walked into the bedroom and slammed the door, locking it behind me.
"What happened?" Percy asked, standing up and trying to open the now locked door
My response was a little immature, I'll admit that, I wrote 'Return to Sender' on a piece of parchment and stuffed it under the door.
It seemed to get my point across though, as he started trying to frantically open the door.
"Baby, open the door, please" he pleaded
He couldn't unlock the door himself, his wand was sitting on his nightstand.
"Give me one good reason" I replied
"Please, let me try and fix this."
Using my wand to open the door from across the room, I crossed my arms and glared daggers at him.
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The Golden Son
FanfictionBeing with Percy Weasley isn't easy, he's uptight, snobby, rude, and he can be self centered at times. It's also not easy for Y/N Lupin to go from having only an adoptive father, to having at least a dozen people considering her family. Can Y/N help...
