Here, have a bucket full of feels ! ! ~ Abhi Percy couldn’t have been happier when he found out his mother was going to have another baby. He had always wanted a little brother or sister as soon as he was old enough to notice how close Bill and Charlie were to one another. Charlie had always looked up to Bill and Bill loved him in return, but they had spent a whole four years together before Percy had come along so they weren’t used to including him in their games when he got old enough to play. Not that they didn’t try, it just seemed like Percy didn’t have as much fun with the same games or was too young to play and they never wanted to play the ones he wanted to play, especially since he was so little. When he had heard that his mum was having another baby Percy had hoped that he could be as close to his new sibling as Bill was to Charlie. Although Percy knew his brothers loved him very much, he always felt as if it were just a shade less than they loved each other. When he was told that the baby was going to be twins it took a long time for his parents to explain that that meant two babies instead of one. His little heart sank at the news. The two new babies would have each other, they wouldn’t want Percy interrupting their fun, just like Bill and Charlie. Percy let himself cry for a very small time before deciding to become best friends with the next baby, and maybe, in the meantime, the two babies would want to be his best friend as well as each other. Percy knew as soon as he found out that Fred and George were born holding hands that he would not be welcome by them, he would always be the one that didn’t fit, the intruder. He was four years old when his next brother was born, and was ecstatic that it was just one child instead of two, surprisingly so was his mother. For a little while Percy couldn’t have been happier. He carted his baby brother wherever he went, tried to teach him how to talk and walk long before he was ready and it finally felt like he had his someone in the family. Mum had dad, Bill had Charlie, Fred had George and Percy had Ron. Nothing devastated Percy more than when Ginevra was born. He just knew she would steal Ron away, they were closer in age and she cried whenever Ron slept in a separate cot or bed from her. It just wasn’t fair. Percy loved his baby sister, and he didn’t want her to feel alone like he had until Ron was born, so he gave Ron up as a best friend, knowing he would never fit in with all the other pairs in the family. He was angry. More angry and sad than a five year old ought to be. How he wished that Fred and George were just one person, they were practically the same anyway, this would have all been fixed if he had just one brother instead of the two. Years later, Percy got his wish. Two brothers became one, and it didn’t fix anything. In fact, their family would never be fixed again. And Percy would regret this to his dying day. Source : Harry Potter - Stories from Tumblr
Posted on: Wed, 20 Aug 2014 10:03:23 +0000