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Unlikely Heroes: Fallen feathers, mirrored scales	By : KusanoSaku Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 27618 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Unlikely Heroes: Fallen feathers, mirrored scales

Pairing: Future DracoxHarry

Fandom: Harry Potter

Summary: A side fic with vignettes that should give insight into characters in my Unlikely Heroes story.

Notes: I know this title isn't as epic as that of StarlightxMassacre's Rise of the Dracken: The Scaled bits but I did my best. This is not quite a side fic but will show parts of the story that didn't make it into the main story line for whatever reasons. Hopefully this is answer questions or fill in gaps.

This side fic is dedicated to one of my favorite reviewers: Child of the sea96

A/N: this takes place just hours after the papers from Minister for Magic fudge arrive and prior to Harry awakening. I'm sorry if there is any confusion, I should have figured out my timeline before posting up to Chapter 25 or was it 23? I can't remember but I hope this satisfied those who were curious about Lucius and Severus' Bonding as well as Draco's Blood Adoption. I do warn you that the later a mildly disconcerting...

Chapter 5- Percy moves

November 12, 1994

Lord Malfoy had given him a key to a small one-bedroom apartment in a large apartment complex that lay directly across Malloy Square from Number 7. The place was called Malloy Place and had apparently been in the family for generations. Squib descendants of the Malfoy family managed it, though it rented to Muggle and Wizarding folk alike. It was three stories it was unlike most places partially up to Muggle standards. The third floor was reserved for Wizarding folk. Thus it didn’t run on electricity. It had permanent solar powered Lumos lamps, a hearth for cooking, and a large pantry that had plenty of preserving charms. There was an icebox that kept things cold, there was modern plumbing a slight condensation to Muggle ways. It was brick, with nice windows.

The roof was only open to Wizarding folk and it was warded to appear bare. It had a garden, which was more to their taste then the Muggle one in the centre of the Square. There was also a pool and washbasins to wash laundry as well as lines to hang clothes to dry. There were solar powered warming charms in winter and cooling charms in summer. It was technically kept as a rather mild temperature year round. It allowed children to run around, there was a private Wizarding preschool across the square at Number 9. It was private. You had to know someone, meaning be Wizarding folk to have a child attend there.

He walked into the building’s ground floor; there were garages to park autos and a place called the laundry; neither of which mattered to him. There were elevators but as a Hogwarts student he was used to stairs and compared to the trek from the Great Hall to Gryffindor Tower, six flights was not so very many. He made his way to his new home, his belongings having been shrunk and charmed unbreakable before being packed into his old Hogwarts trunk. He opened his new apartment. It was empty as Lord Malfoy promised…

The carpet was the colour of Oliver’s chest, a peachy pink. He forced the memories away…

He opened his trunk; he levitated a rug that was a nice sky blue out. He flicked his wand, opening the bedroom door and sent it in there. He let it unroll and return to its original size. He wouldn’t think about Oliver or how much he missed him. He removed a shrunken oak bedstead, a used mattress that he’d transfigured into a new one, and a bureau. They landed in their new places and he returned them to their normal size. Then the nightstand and the bedroom bookshelf were arranged. He’d emptied his room of the essentials such as his books when he’d moved out. He then flicked his wand and his suits, shirts and ties hung themselves in the closet. He’d already charmed them not to wrinkle. He then lined up his shoes beneath them. He didn’t own very much; so there was still plenty of room for another person’s things in that closet.

He closed the bedroom door and another bookshelf was levitated out of the trunk, taking its place on the only bit of wall that would accommodate it. He found another rug; he had one armchair he’d scrounged out of the Junk shop. Not that he’d admit to having shopped there but he’d need furniture and he couldn’t afford to visit a finer shop. He wouldn’t take anything from the Burrow; he’d had a fight with Mum. She hadn’t wanted him to move out but he felt trapped, stifled and he’d practically ran. He’d shoved everything that mattered to him in the trunk and left. Finding a cheap place in London wasn’t easy, finding a Wizarding real estate agent that would talk to someone his age was difficult. He was a minor Ministry employee after all…

He didn’t have much living room furniture because of course he never entertained. All he had was a small dinning room table, two mismatched chairs, the armchair and the bookshelf. All of which was the best he could afford…

He filled the pantry and icebox with what little food he had. He couldn’t cook well and had decided to take cooking lessons when things settled down. He’d be withdrawing his Courtship rights regarding Ms. Clearwater and then returning to the office. He felt alone, before his solitude had pleased him but since having his memories of Oliver and their child returned his loneliness was clear and daunting.

He hoped Oliver hadn’t suffered and just forgot him due to Dumbledore’s meddling.

He finally had everything in place, and looked around the grey curtains and cream draperies were nice. The bedroom had two windows, as did the great room, which functioned as a living room, dinning room and kitchen. There was one bathroom, which he made sure to put towels in, as well as his toiletries. He put his extra sheets and towels in the hall closet. He was done….

He sat in the new apartment; it took less then an hour to arrange everything due to his being a wizard. It was larger then he needed and felt so empty.

He was so alone…alone with his thoughts, his emptiness and his agony of his lost baby…

XoooooX

Percy swigged a pepper up potion, making his way to the nearest Apparation point, which was surprisingly not far from his new apartment. He banished the empty vial and Apparated to Penelope’s parents house in Wales. He sighed, making his way to their front door. He rang the bell and it was answered by a house elf in a clean pressed pillowcase.

“Master Weasley?”

Percy nodded, feeling empty and cold, “I’ll like to speak with Miss Penny.”

“Lita be telling Miss Penny you here. Come wait in front parlour.”

Percy followed.

He was left in the parlour and began to pace.

It was ten minutes before he heard footsteps.

“Percival?”

He winced; he hated being called that, “Yes. It’s me. I’ve come with grave news.”

Penelope walked sedately to a chair, sat primly and brushed imaginary wrinkles from her skirt before addressing him, “yes?”

“I’m afraid our Courtship is going nowhere. I shall have to withdraw. Things are so busy at the Department with the Tournament going on. I fear I shall not be able to see you anyway.”

Penelope looked at him in disbelief, “You’re jilting me?”

Percy held back a laugh, turning it into a cough, “No, Jilting implies I’d formally asked for your hand. Which I have not, I merely asked to court you. I don’t believe we fit, nor make good helpmates. We have little in common and I just don’t see us together.” He missed Oliver with an ache that nearly floored him.

“I’ll tell father you slept with me. He’ll insist we’re bonded.”

Percy snorted, “I slept with you? I never treated you in such a cavalier way. I treated you as honourably as I would have expected someone to treat Ginny. I’ll gladly take veritaserum to prove my innocence. I’m glad I discovered what type of person you are before I ended up Bonded to you. Goodbye Miss Clearwater. I hope you find someone more malleable then I.” He stood, bowed and took his leave.

She rose and called out after him, “I’ll be informing your mother.”

Percy turned eyes flashing, “My mother and I are not close. I don’t care what her opinions of my future mate are. It shows a lot about a woman’s character when they attempt to stoop to such unscrupulous tactics.” Then he was gone…

Reluctantly, Apparating back to the Ministry to return to his Department and his work

What do you think? Outstanding? Exceeds Expectations? Acceptable? Poor? Dreadful? Troll?

A/N: If I could have come up with a concept for Blood Adoption that didn't involve something resembled something like torture I would have. There is a reason that it is a frown on practice especially for older children. Don't ask me why it's easier with younger children and infants. It's probably something inexplicable like infant circumcision versus adult circumcision.
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