Molly Weasley's POV
I almost collapse in relief when I make it out the door.
Who knew acting was so hard?
I had to lie to Harry because I could tell what had happened. He got into some sort of fight with Percy near his room last night. He probably fell and hit his head at some point and lost some memory.
I decided Percy wasn't at fault because he did carry Harry downstairs and ask me to help him, and judging from how clueless he looked when he was explaining things, he was probably innocent. (even if he kind of lied about what happened).
And honestly, maybe this was for the best. Harry doesn't know who Percy is and he'll probably be civil to him now.
That is, at least until he ends up finding out... I guess we'll cross that bridge when we get there.
Though I can't stop myself from worrying.
Did I make the right decision?
What if there really was a Death Eater in Grimmauld?
What if Harry is really hurt? It would be my fault...
I decide to inform Headmaster Dumbledore as soon as possible, just in case.
I rush to the dining room where the Order is finishing their breakfast.
"And that's when I decided thick socks were my only real- Oh, hello Molly, anything wrong?"
I take a seat at the table, "Harry got injured last night-"
Immediately she was interrupted, "So that's what those weird noises were..."
"Was it You-Know-Who? Death Eaters?"
"Is Harry okay?!"
I raise my voice, "And I think it was Percy's fault
^~^
After a quick 'Loud Voices Session' (in which the Order sorts out that misunderstanding and Molly explains what happened.) they all decide to ask Percy what really happened.
Which reveals to be a little issue.
Because Percy wasn't even at Grimmauld.
Suddenly panicked, at the prospect of Voldemort capturing the obviously powerful boy, they plan to launch a full-scale search. (Read: Ask a few ministry workers to keep an eye out for him and send out Snape and Shacklebolt to look for him in Knockturn Alley and Diagon Alley)
Extremely worried, they can only sit and bite their nails in-
The front door swings open, showing a figure shrouded in shadow and-
Just kidding it's Percy. (Quick! Pretend to be surprised.)
He strolls in, "Hey-eee" his voice trails off seeing everyone jump up at him, "Is everything okay?"
"No! We didn't know where you went, we thought Voldemort captured you! Where were you?"
"I just went on a walk. I didn't know I wasn't allowed to leave..."
"I wouldn't want to if I knew You-Know-Who was looking for me!" Sirius stood up.
"Honestly speaking, I hardly know who this Voldemort guy is, and why do you call him You-Know-Who anyway?"
"What do you mean, he's your grandfather!"
"I think it's been established that I have never met him and I didn't know about him until you told me.""Oh sure-"
"Calm down Sirius."
"But Dumble-"
"Anyway, Percy, you shouldn't go outside too often just in case you get hurt." He continues, ignoring Sirius' attempts to keep speaking.
"Um, I can defend myself perfectly well."
"It's better that you don't have the chance to get hurt anyway."
"And what would you be able to do against You-Know-Who anyway?"
"What is so bad about this guy that you can't even say his name?"
"He-" Sirius began angrily, "He has-"
"Nevermind, I don't actually care! See ya!" Percy swings around the corner and disappears.
The Order looks on, dumbfounded.
"Why is everyone interrupting my-"
"Shut up Sirius." Moody snaps.
Sorry Sirius lmao
Do you know what's weird? I can't write on a laptop. I've tried, it just doesn't work. So I end up writing on my phone, which just makes my wrist hurt (more). And I take about 3-4 hours to write each chapter. It probably takes me so long to write because I do it on my phone but whatever. ¯\_༼ᴼل͜ᴼ༽_/¯
Lol sorry for the short chapter and telling you I would update every 3 days because I forgot I had homework. yayyyy
this chapter was really just written at my peak crackhead behavior hour (3 am)
Bai
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