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Unlikely Heroes: Fallen feathers, mirrored scales	By : KusanoSaku Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 27604 -:- 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 6 – Septimus speaks with Cedrella about Percy

November 16, 1994

Lord Septimus Weasley was furious when he returned to Weasley Hall. He tossed his coat, hat and scarf at a House elf.

"Mistress be in her sitting room Master."

Septimus ignored the elf but made his way to Cedrella's sitting room. A Gryffindor prefect himself, he'd fallen for a Slytherin Prefect and a beautiful girl once hailed as a Queen in her House.

"Sit down Septimus. Would you prefer tea or whiskey?"

Septimus snapped, a rare occurrence, "I'd prefer Dumbledore's head on a silver platter!"

"No need to snap at me Septimus." Waving her hand so a china cup filled with tea then added a teaspoon worth of firewhiskey. "Drink that. It ought to calm your nerves. Take a deep breath and then tell me whatever got your nerves in a twist. I haven't seen you this worked up since you heard Cador's wife Rose was murdered by Death Eaters. I've never been so happy that pneumonia was catching. Our grandchildren thankfully all home ill. "

"Before that was when Arthur insisted on being Bonded to that wench Molly Prewett." Septimus snapped.

"Drink your tea, Septimus." Cedrella chided, "How he could go from inseparable with Gideon to engaged to Ms. Prewett I shall never understand."

"Ms. Prewett was furious we wouldn't bless the union. Arthur,"

"I do wish you would stop calling him Arthur. His name is Arcturus." Cedrella sighed.

"I was summoned to the Three Broomsticks tonight by Oberon's son."

"The new Keeper for Puddlemere? What did he want?"

"To inform us about a heinous attack on Percy."

"Which one is Percy?" Cedrella hadn't seen her eldest son's children in years.

"The third, Percival Brian Weasley I believe is his name. He was Head Boy last year. His N.E.W.T.S. were printed in the Daily Prophet during the summer. He had twelve O's like William. William is the only one of Arth…" at the look on his Bondmate's face, he amended it, "Arcturus' sons to have sought us out. He passed on a letter from the twins Frederick and George inviting us, requesting our presence rather at the Three Broomsticks. Young Oliver waited until we were all present and asked us the oddest question."

"What question would that be?"

"He said, 'I need to know how far you would go for family'. We were taken aback at first and then a little irate." Septimus tossed back the last dregs of his tea.

Cedrella calmly refilled it with tea and a teaspoon of firewhiskey. "How far would you go my dear?"

"I want the head of the person who hurt them on a silver platter, that's how far I'd go!" Septimus slammed the table besides his chair with a fist.

Cedrella sighed, stopping the vase mid-fall and sending it to rest on a safer place.

"Sorry my love."

"Tell me. Why you want Dumbledore's head on a platter. I thought you respected the man."

"I did. Until I heard what he'd done to our grandson."

The fury in her husband was almost palatable. "What did he do?"

"He used veritaserum on Percival, found out that Percival was in love with Oberon's son. Decided he had the right to tell our grandson whom to love. He mind raped him with the Imperious and memory charms. Told our Percival he wanted to court the Clearwater heiress. In the process he discovered Percival was carrying a child he hadn't even discovered yet. Arcturus' youngest a girl,"

Cedrella scoffed, "Weasleys don't have female offspring."

Septimus glared at her, "I know that, like I was saying, Arcturus' youngest was taken into the Chamber of Secrets so they were all emotionally raw. With the chamber open I can see why he might not be worried over something small like nausea. Unless he wasn't far enough along to suffer from Morning sickness, I know so little about such things my dear." He looked apologetic.

"We tried for Arcturus and Bilius but Cador was a unlooked for blessing. I had the flu on top of morning sickness. It wasn't until I wasn't seeming to get better that I made an appointment with our Healer. I can understand why our grandson might miss the signs especially if he wasn't trying."

"Percival hadn't known, he never gave consent my dear."

"Consent for what Septimus?" Cedrella said sharply.

"For the child to be aborted. You know as well as I do, unlike the child was conceived via rape it belongs to the Sire's House. It was Oliver's child, Oberon's grandson. Our first great grandson."

"Forget head on a platter!" Cedrella said with a deathly coldness in her voice, "I want his family jewels and sword bronzed so I can hang them on my wall."

Septimus was reminded for the umpteenth time why he was glad to have never gotten on his wife's bad side. Her list of disliked persons was short but firm, her relative Lady Walburga Black had the audacity to remove her from the Family Tree something that Cedrella never forgave her for was chief on the list.

"I haven't seen Percival since he was a baby. A small sickly thing he was now that I remember, I didn't think he'd live through childhood much less conceive or become Head Boy. Where is he?"

"He just moved. I believe young Oliver is staying with him. He's had no contact with his family since before he knew."

"Oh dear, that poor boy. I doubt he'd be able to consider eating properly."

She clapped her hands.

A house elf appeared, "Yes, Mistress be wanting Dika?"

"I want you to make a series of meals for my grandson Percival. I'm sure you can find him. I want you take them to his home and see that he receives anything he needs. See to his cleaning and laundry. If he is short on furniture I want you to take something appropriate from the attic. If he catches you there say that his grandmother would very much like to see him. He'll probably be at the Ministry during the day." She summoned quill, ink and parchment. She quickly wrote a note for her grandson, telling him that he was always welcome. If he needed anything to call Dika. Dika would be bringing meals by and taking care of his laundry.

Dika bowed accepting the note, "Dika do. Dika take good care of Master Percy."

"That's settled then." Cedrella said shortly, "Now what shall we do?"

"Find a way to remove Dumbledore, get justice for Percy and see that he gets the help he needs. Young Oliver promised to make an appointment with Ted Tonks."

"Tonks? Didn't he run away with Andromeda? I remember she'd once been betrothal to young Lucius Malfoy. Then he was forced into an engagement with her sister Narcissa." Cedrella said thoughtfully.

"I don't keep as close an eye on your former family Cedrella."

"Yet you were great friends with Harfang." Gently reminding him that Harfang had married her older sister Callidora.

"Harry Longbottom was the greatest of fun. We were in the same year and shared a dormitory Cedrella. You remember that."

Of course she did. Thinking about Harfang, she missed Callie. After all, she'd met Septimus through Callie simply because Harfang was his best friend. Callidora had been two years older but she'd lived longer then Charis, Charry had died twenty-three years ago this past August. It had been heart wrenching to bury their baby sister. It was sad that her sister Callie died two years ago in January.

Losing Bilius had been hard on both of them, Septimus thought. Having six older brothers all die before Hogwarts was sad. His parents had wanted a large family but that dream ended when his mother died having him. Two had been stillborn and another two had been miscarriages. Quintus died of pneumonia and Sextus died of scarlet fever, well actually the scarlet fever gave him a bad heart. Cedrella was lucky to have sisters, Callidora hadn't written Cedrella off, most likely because Harfang thought it was great that their matchmaking had succeeded. Charis had been more wary, especially when Walburga grew more despotic. Charis had died having her son Bartimus who was rather like Walburga come to think of it, temperament wise at least. He blamed Molly Prewett for driving their family apart. After Percival was born, she'd driven a wedge between them. Andret, Branor and Calibom; they were called Andy, Bran and Cal by their father Cador were the same ages as William, Charles and Percival. Well Andy and Bran were twins who were of course sorted into Gryffindor the year behind William. Cal was the same year as Charles. Yet he'd never heard Cador's kids mention their cousins. It was sad, that Molly had ripped apart their family. They had all been so close once upon a time…

Cedrella knew Septimus well enough to know he was thinking about their children and grandchildren. The closest she got to knowing Arcturus' children was when their OWLS or NEWTS were published in the Daily Prophet. William and Percival's were outstanding, no pun intended since they'd gotten all O's. William had been gifted a new wand, to commemorate the occasion. William was also a former Head Boy who now worked in Egypt as a Curse Breaker, which was a dangerous but no doubt thrilling occupation. William had told them that Charles had been accepted at the Harvey Ridgebit's Dragon Preserve in Romania, he'd quickly risen through the ranks to become a senior handler. He was apparently quite good with the dragons and was an almost friend of the head of the Preserve, a Dragomir something.

She wished she could see what Charles looked like grown. William had devoured books, he would come to visit, hug them and then run to read. Charles had begged Septimus to teach him to ride; she remembered he loved animals. So the Christmas he turned four Septimus had given him and William ponies. They only rode them a few times; they had a fight the October after Percival was born. Molly had heard rumours that Arcturus was going to be reassigned and removed from the field as an Auror. She'd insulted, dressed down and thoroughly embarrassed Arcturus. When Septimus tried to tell her to watch her language around the children they'd been turned out, all of them: Cador, Rose, Andret, Branor and little Calibom who was five months younger then the twins who she'd never met. She'd loved Rose McKinnon and like Cador had mourned her. Rose was every Mother's dream for a daughter in law; she was both strong and sweet at the same time. She'd become a part of the family so quickly. She was grateful Cador's kids were all sick with the flu or else they would have been slaughtered with their mother. Losing a daughter she adored was dreadful; it had come on the heels of Bilius' death.

Although Cedrella Weasley could not understand the exact way her grandson was feeling, she could guess. To have the love of your life stolen in the space of heartbeat, wiped from your memory and then a child murdered in your womb. It was unfathomable how cruel some people could be. Percy was the last of her grandchildren through Arcturus she'd held. He'd been so small and weak, she'd worried for him. Half afraid he'd perish before attending Hogwarts only to become a prefect, Head Boy and finally work for the Ministry. How lonely he must be…

It was Septimus who taught her how to show affection, affection wasn't truly shown by those in the Black Family. She'd see her grandson; she had to know for sure he would be alright.

XoooooX

It was just past seven when Dika informed her that Master Percy was awake. She'd let the house elf Apparate her to her grandson's floor. She located his apartment and knocked.

A handsome young man with short brown hair and brown eyes who was clearly not her grandson opened the door.

"Is Percival up?" Cedrella asked almost imperiously and winced internally, she didn't want to upset them.

The young man smiled wanly, "Yes, he's taking a shower and then dressing." He opened the door wider to allow her in.

Cedrella nodded, it was too early for a morning call she knew that but she wanted to speak to them before Percival went off to work. "My name is Cedrella, you met my husband Septimus last night."

He held out his hand, "Oliver Wood."

Cedrella could see the pain and exhaustion written in his face. "You're Oberon's son. He went to school with my boys."

Oliver nodded, "That's my father. Percy doesn't have much in the way of furniture. Just his kitchen table and that arm chair."

Cedrella lowered herself into the armchair, "Its too early to call I know but I wanted to see for myself he was alright."

The young man, Oliver swallowed, "I've tried sleeping out here but he has terrible nightmares."

Cedrella closed her eyes, "I've had them myself especially after his Aunt was murdered I had nightmares of my youngest Cador and his sons there as well. I won't say I understand what he's going through but I can sympathize." She folded her hands and opening her eyes she accessed him; "I'm ashamed to admit I haven't seen him since he was a baby. We could have tried, we should have but we didn't. I offer no excuses, as a grandmother he deserved better. He was so tiny, premature and sickly I was afraid he'd never live to grow up. I loved that boy and it breaks my heart to know he's suffering." She stared at this Oliver, "You love him don't you? I couldn't bear it if his heart were broken."

Oliver nodded, "I love him very much. I hated that I stayed away from him all Seventh Year. If I'd guessed that any of this had happened I would never have stayed away." He wrung his hands, "His sobs tear my heart out. I hate seeing him hurting. He's so shy, he lives for his books."

He gestured at the overflowing bookcase nearby, "He never made any friends. I saw how lonely he was even with all those brothers and I was drawn to him. For six years we were practically inseparatable, our falling in love was gradual. One day it hit me like a rampaging hippogriff or a Bludger. I saw him in the shower and he was beautiful. I couldn't breathe. I've read a book from my father that explained it was just as perfectly natural and acceptable to be sexually attracted to a man as it was to be attracted to a woman. It took him a while to accept it, when I kissed him it was better then winning the Quidditch Cup. I've only gotten it once under my leadership, but got it our last year with Charlie and then my last year at Hogwarts. I'd thrown myself into Quidditch; I was so lost without him. I had a hope that if I brought glory to our House our Seventh Year he might remember how much he loved me."

It was clear to her that this young man loved her grandson very much. Cedrella smiled at him, "It took a lot of courage to speak to my husband, his father and his brothers. I can see how much you love him. This is such a terrible thing to have to go through at such a young age."

Oliver glanced at the bathroom door, "I don't know what to do, how to help him. He goes to work, pretends to be right as rain but then he comes home and it's like he's being crushed. I've made an appointment with Healer Tonks but," he rest his head in his hands, "I don't know what to do. He's in so much pain. I'm hurting too but it's nothing like his pain. I can't make it disappear and I wouldn't want to. That baby was ours!" his voice creaked.

"Of course it was." Cedrella said gently, "No one has the right to take a child that way. You have every right to mourn. You've lost nearly two years together. Don't let that man steal more."

The bathroom door opened.

Out stepped a slender young man with the family's red hair and blue eyes. He wasn't muscular like Arcturus. He almost reminded her of Gideon…he was bookish with glasses.

Cedrella swallowed, her longing for her grandchildren so painful. She wondered why she let the years escape her, she said softly, "Percival?"

The young man winced like Arcturus did, "My name is Percy. The only persons who call me Percival are my enemies the Headmaster and Ms. Clearwater."

His eyes were full of pain and sorrow. He looked delicate, like he barely ate and there were dark circles under his eyes.

Oliver stood, pushing the chair back under the table, "Percy, this is your grandmother."

Percy stared at her. "My grandmother?"

Cedrella stood slowly, restraining herself from smoothing the wrinkles out of her skirt. "Your grandfather told me what happened. I'm so sorry. I should never have let your mother push us out of your lives. I've not been there for you as I should have been. It pains me that I haven't seen you since you were a baby. I think it was nearly William's fifth birthday." She eyed him up and down, "You've gotten so big. You remind me of your…" her voice trailed off, Gideon should have this boy's father. Arcturus and Gideon had been so close. She'd seen the love as surely in their eyes as she could see it in Oliver's eyes.

"My what?" the boy said sharply.

Oliver touched his shoulder.

Cedrella watched the tension flow out of him, her heart stopped mid beat. There was a rightness to their being together, how could someone not see that? She'd never understand why Arcturus threw it away. She said quietly, "You remind me of Gideon. He was quiet, studious and he cared a lot for people but he could be shy. He wanted to be a Healer. The Prewetts were good friends of ours; Gideon's aunt was my cousin Arcturus' daughter." She'd always liked Lucretia but couldn't stand her sister-in-law Walburga. No only would agree to be Bonded to her so the family had picked the Unbonded weak- willed younger brother Orion for that dubious honour. Cedrella couldn't believe she's actually attended that Bonding. The moment that woman became officially Lady Black she'd stricken her name from the Family Tapestry.

"Gideon? Uncle Gideon? Mum's brother?"

The question was poignant in Percival's face, Cedrella sat once more, "Gideon was your father's…" her voice trailed off and then she swallowed, "Best friend." She said looking at her shoes, "he was close to both the Prewett twins but Gideon especially. They grew up together…"

"Why don't they ever talk about their family? I thought you were dead until Charlie mentioned Grandfather bought him a wand." Percy's voice was softly, tinged with pain.

"Come here my child," Cedrella held her arms open, "Oliver, be a dear and make up some coffee. I believe Dika had left some ready made meals in the pantry. They just need a warming charm."

Percy seemed to collapse, burying his face in her lap.

Cedrella smoothed his hair, "It's alright. You're safe now. You're not alone."

Percy's shoulders shook with silent sobs.

Poor Percival, he seemed to be hiding out here. Of course he couldn't return home, that Molly was a harpy if she ever saw one. She would be no help to a grieving child. It was nice of Lord Malfoy help her family though she wished she understood why.

XoooooX

Percy knew this woman, trusted her though he had no memory of her. There was something comforting about her. His grandmother…

Why did neither of his parents speak or her? Why did they not associate with their cousins? He wanted his family, he wanted his child, and he was so lonely even with Oliver beside him. Was that odd? He had always prided himself on being wise, having good reflexes, able to predict people's actions.

Dumbledore's mental assault and murder of his child had destroyed his confidence. Oliver hadn't had his memories locked away; he'd been threatened, told lies. How could his gentle, loving Oliver even consider he might go to the Headmaster and tell him that Oliver pushed him into sex. He wouldn't have, he relished each and every time they made love. He would never have implied Oliver raped him. Oliver should have tried to talk to him, confronted him, anything but staying away and letting him live a lie. Oliver tried to sleep away from him now; did he hate him? Did he blame him for the death of their child? Oliver barely touched him, almost never looked in his eyes; he only hugged him and comforted him if he had a nightmare. That was practically every night, yet Oliver would try to slip out. It shattered his heart into a million shards.

XoooooX

Oliver let Lady Weasley dismiss him, he made coffee in the hearth, opening the pantry and pulling out a breakfast casserole that hadn't been there before. He did run a natural check for poisons and found none. He was grateful for the food since neither cooked. His father was gruff, he didn't show affection much. He knew his father cared about him but it was easier to shove a book in his hand then talk to him about love or Merlin forbid sex. Not that it wouldn't be highly disconcerting to discuss sex with his formidable father…

He loved Percy and hated to see him so bewildered and hurt. Oliver clenched his fists, he'd like to teach that dratted headmaster a lesson or two. Who knew beneath those twinkling eyes and ready smile was a cruel man who would take someone smart, shy and sensitive and deal them such a terrible blow.

He wished he knew the right words to say, how to comfort him. His heart broke every time he saw Percy crying or heard him sobbing.

XoooooX

Percy sat up, scrubbing away his tears in an attempt to be 'manly' whatever that was.

Then the soft velvet of his grandmother's skirt was used to wipe his cheeks.

He muttered, "I'm fine." Trying to get her to stop, whatever it was she was trying to do.

"No."

Percy looked up at her quizzically.

"You're not fine. That's alright. Don't let anyone tell you that you have to be. Any parent who ever lost a child knows the truth. You're never fine. You just find things to fill the hole. When your uncle Bilius died, it was unexpected. Well perhaps, not so much. He claimed he saw a grim. He took to his bed and then he was gone. The pain never goes away, it just gets easier to live with"

Percy stared at her, that was perhaps the most honest statement he'd ever heard.

"I've got a settee I've got no use for. I'll have Dika bring it by. It should make it easier to have company. " His grandmother smiled, "It will make cuddling easier to have a more comfortable piece to do it in." She kissed the top of his head, "Dika made you a nice casserole. Be sure to eat. If you need anything call Dika. If you ever need us we'll come. We love you Percival. Don't forget that. Oliver makes you happy, we won't stand in the way of that." As quickly as she'd come she was gone….

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