Hey people in Fanfic land, I have a story here for you that I've been tossing around for almost two years now. A collection of my favorite songs to tell the story of my favorite wayward heart, Percy Weasley. I hope you enjoy, let me know. ^_^
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Teagan Gnosis
Redemption
Prologue
The great hall was filled with dwarfing silence, every person present feeling stunned awe and fresh grief. There, amidst the wounded, dead, and dying, the survivors were starting to realize that it was all over. The war, the long fighting, the agony was over. Somewhere in the middle of the room, the Weasley family stood weeping at their loss. Wrapped in his mother's embrace for the first time in almost two years, Percy Weasley, the wayward son, mourned for his little brother and reflected.
The war was over. It seemed a very hollow victory indeed. His family clutched at each other in grief as a they looked on Fred's body, never to laugh or joke again. George knelt at his twin's head. Percy could hardly stand to watch. They were never to be a whole family again. He had missed his so many opportunities to be a brother, a son, a friend, and now they wouldn't ever be complete again. He wished it were him instead. He was more than a little frightened that they were all wishing the same thing.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night take these broken wings and learn to fly. All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arise
For so long he'd hoped it wasn't true. He hoped against hope that it needn't come to real war. He hoped, as he'd been taught to hope, that his government, the leaders of the Wizarding world, had the right of things. It was a popular hope. Nobody liked the thought of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named arisen. Even when it became clear that he had, Percy wanted to trust authority. He wanted to feel safe in the knowledge that the people in charge would do things right. Loving and respecting law and order as he did, he reasoned that it was better to trust to authority than to the vigilante brand of war-mongering his family had chosen. How very wrong he'd chosen.
How had he gotten so far from who he was? He'd always done what he believed was right. His parents had taught him to trust the Ministry and to follow the rules. He was a young man who needed structure and order to make sense of things. He looked up to people who had succeeded by following these principles. He was taught not to question authority.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night take these sunken eyes and learn to see that all your life, you were only waiting for this moment to be free
In the end, he'd understood his folly. He knew now what he should have remembered all along. He learned that government was not always synonymous with right, and that if the ones making the rules are corrupt, that sanctity of those rules is forfeit. In the end, he'd chosen to stand with his family and fight for truth and justice. He chose to do right. Now he only wondered whether it was too little, too late.
The fighting was over now, and now the survivors would have to go on and rebuild their shaken, shattered lives. Percy was going home, and he knew what he would have to prove to his family and to himself. They had lost Fred, all of them, and regained him. He needed to show them that he could do the right thing, that it was all he'd ever tried to do. He needed to believe it himself. They would all go on, and he could only hope to make something more of himself than what he'd been. He felt like he owed it to Fred, who'd been glad, in the end, to have him back. He wanted to be worthy of his family. He wanted nothing more than to be deserving of their love.
Blackbird fly, blackbird fly into the light of the dark black night. Blackbird fly, blackbird fly into the light of the dark black night. Blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these broken wings and learn to fly. All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arise.
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Hope I haven't made you too sad.
Song credit, "Blackbird" by The Beatles