Harry Potter and the Deep Freeze

Percy Weasley's Wake-Up Call

Percy jolted awake, his breath coming in short, panicked gasps as he sat bolt upright in bed. His heart hammered in his chest, and his mind was flooded with images that felt both vivid and impossible: the world frozen solid, families huddling together in the bitter cold, magical barriers failing, and—most hauntingly—his own failure to stop it.

He pressed his hands to his face, trying to will the memories away, but they refused to fade. He could still feel the icy wind biting at his skin, see the frost creeping over buildings, hear the desperate cries of those who had turned to him for leadership.

"It wasn't a dream," Percy whispered, his voice trembling. "It's going to happen. Again."

The thought sent him into a fresh wave of panic, and he clutched at his blankets, his breath quickening. But then, with a sharp shake of his head, he slapped his own cheek.

"Pull yourself together, Percy!" he snapped, his voice firm now. "Panicking won't solve anything."

He swung his legs over the side of the bed, planting his feet firmly on the floor. He forced himself to take slow, deep breaths, the disciplined part of his mind kicking in. Percy Weasley didn't panic. He strategized. He planned.

And he wasn't about to let the world freeze over again.

The Lists Begin

Percy moved to his desk, lighting a lamp with a flick of his wand. The warm glow illuminated the neatly organized surface, a comforting reminder of the order he craved. Grabbing a quill and a blank piece of parchment, he began to write.

The first list was practical, focused on immediate actions:

Verify the timeline: Determine if this is truly a second chance or a trick.Confirm the freeze is coming: Cross-reference magical weather patterns and anomalies.Contact reliable allies discreetly (initial thoughts: Bill, Fleur, Charlie).

He paused, tapping the quill against his chin. Should he reach out to Harry? The image of his brother, frozen and defeated in the previous timeline, flashed in his mind. Percy shook his head. Not yet. He needed more information before involving Harry.

He started a second list, this one for long-term goals:

Secure resources: food, magical supplies, protective charms.Strengthen magical barriers: Investigate spells or rituals to bolster defenses.Gather intelligence on the Ministry's stance—will they hinder or help?

Finally, Percy drafted a third list—a personal one.

Stay calm.Trust instincts.Avoid letting family ties cloud judgment.

By the time he set the quill down, Percy felt steadier. The act of organizing his thoughts and actions into neat categories was like a balm for his frayed nerves.

The First Steps

Standing, Percy paced the small flat he called home. He muttered to himself as he moved, running through the possibilities.

"If this really is a second chance, it changes everything," he said aloud. "The freeze hasn't started yet, which means there's still time to prepare."

He paused by the window, looking out at the busy street below. People walked past, oblivious to the danger that loomed just beyond the horizon. Percy's jaw tightened. He couldn't let them face that fate again.

But how much could he do on his own?

Writing Letters

Returning to his desk, Percy grabbed another piece of parchment and began drafting letters.

The first was addressed to his oldest brother.

Bill,
I need to speak with you immediately. It's about something urgent, and it can't wait. Meet me at the Leaky Cauldron tomorrow evening. Bring Fleur if you can—I'll explain everything then.
Percy

Next, he wrote to Charlie, his dragon-obsessed brother stationed in Romania.

Charlie,
There's something I need your advice on. If possible, come to London within the week. I'll cover the details when you arrive—it's serious.
Percy

Finally, he penned a note to himself. A strange habit, perhaps, but one that helped him keep his focus.

Percy,
Remember: You know how to lead. You've done it before. Make plans, execute them, and stay calm. If anyone can prepare for this disaster, it's you.
Yours sincerely,
Percy Ignatius Weasley

A Moment of Reflection

As Percy folded the letters and sealed them with his family crest, he allowed himself a brief moment of stillness. He thought about his family—Mum, Dad, his siblings—and the future they all deserved. The thought of losing them again, of watching them succumb to the cold, filled him with determination.

"This time will be different," he said quietly, his voice resolute. "This time, I'll be ready."

With his lists completed and his letters prepared, Percy felt a renewed sense of purpose. He was going to do what he did best: organize, strategize, and execute.

The freeze might be inevitable, but Percy Weasley was going to make damn sure they survived it.