Undeniable Truths

2~ Introducing Perceus Weinberg

It happened again. I woke up in my bed after a long night of drinking, not remembering how I got there, with a girl I couldn't tell you the first letter of her name... Great going, Draco. Of course she probably doesn't know that's who I am. Nobody does.

As far as anyone knows, my name is Perseus (or Percy for short) Weinberg, half-blood from Durmstrang. Of course, if anyone from Durmstrang shows up, I say I'm from another random wizarding school.

After the Battle of Hogwarts, I devised a plan to fake my own death. Made it look like a Death Eater attacked me to get revenge. So, now I get to go around using a fake name, with died hair and colored contacts. It's been so long since I last saw my natural grey eyes without the green obstructing the color, but I know that if I took them out I would never put them back in and run the risk of being discovered.

I know, it's a lengthy plan, but it's worked well for the past three years, and if I keep up my act, it could work forever.

My parents are the only ones who know about me, and believe me, it wasn't easy to convince them to go along with it. But the truth is, I couldn't handle it. The stares. Nobody trusting me. I couldn't get a job, I couldn't leave because I was on probation. So, I fixed my problems.

Some may think that it's the coward's way out. I say it's genius.

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After my shag finally leaves, I make a pot of coffee and take a hangover potion. I know I shouldn't drink so much, but what else is there to do? I have no friends that know who I really am, the entire wizarding world thinks I'm dead, not to mention the fact that I don't have work today, so it doesn't matter.

I work at St. Mungos as a healer. I'm quite good at it too. It's also a decent place to pick up girls. I'm head of my department, I don't have to do much, unless it's a serious, life threatening injury. I deal with the aurors quite often, because they seem to get the worst injuries possible.

One time auror Jensen came in with half his right arm and half of his left leg cut off. He walks in with his severed parts in his left arm, it would have been funny if the man wasn't bleeding to death. It took three hours to reattach his limbs, and several days to get all his blood back.

I guess you could say I drink to fill the void. And you wouldn't be wrong, but people think the void is my old life. When really the void came when She married another man.