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Six of the Weasley children are playing 'tag' with each other. The war is over. Hermione is retrieving her parents from Australia, Harry is visiting his godson, Teddy, and Fleur is meeting the Delacours.

Since Arthur's job was at Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office and the war is just over, there's really no need for someone in that department. But Percy, the third Weasley Percy, was sadly needed. He is Junior Assistant For the Minister after all, and his position is needed more than ever. Not that it matters; they've not seen him in years.

Molly sighed as she stared at the clock. Her third-born son, her Percy, hasn't yet come home. She could've sworn she saw him when Fred was pulled further away from the crippling wall that nearly killed him. She almost called out his name in despair but refrained herself. At least her Percy is alive.

Out of her seven children, she is closest to Percy. Percy thinks like her, acts like her, cares like her. Great minds think alike, she supposed. She's just happy he's happy, wherever he is. True, she missed him, but nothing can beat a mother's wish for her children to be happy. Most importantly, safe.

She was just washing the dishes when she realised a brown owl dropped a stack of letters. The owl, she inspected further, wasn't just an ordinary owl. She recognised this very owl. It's Hermes, the owl she bought for Percy when he was appointed as prefect. Molly gave Hermes owl food and took the letters, reading one of it herself.

Dear Weasleys,

I was having tea with Percival in his flat when I noticed a stack of letters being uncarefully stacked there. What I know about Percival is that he's an extremely careful man. Therefore, I suspect that he's in danger, to some degree, if he didn't think to stack them properly.

I've read some of the letters' contents. I must say, I was quite shocked. I learnt that Percy wasn't, in fact, in any danger as of now. Although what he revealed in these letters were quite unusual and unbelievable. I would suggest you take some time together as a family to read them all. He is, after all, still a member of your family.

I shouldn't have sent this with Hermes, seeing as it is Percival's owl. Yet I am doing so, I'm sure he would never suspect. These letters are subjected to you as a family except one, though I suppose you're willing to read an extra, just to know more of your estranged family member.

Regards,
Kingsley Shacklebolt.

Molly read the letter her friend and fellow Order member sent her over and over again. Her Percy in danger? It can't be. What or who would endanger her children? She was sat on a sofa, her eyes still on the yellowing parchments.

"Arthur!" Molly called. "Kids! Come here!" Soon enough, Arthur and the rest of the children gathered around her.

"What is it, Mollywobbles?" Arthur asked. Molly blushed. Even though they've been married for years and have loads of children together, he's still oh so romantic towards her and she's still a hopeless romantic around him. "What are those?"

"I received a letter from Kingsley," Molly announced. "He skimmed through the letters, and from what he gathered, Percy is in an unusual state, though he insisted that he was fine."

"Why should you care about Perfect Prefect Percy, Mum?" One of the twins asked.

"He deeply hurts you," The other said. "He hurts us."

"I'm fully aware of that-" Molly swallowed. "But we need to read this, this might explain the reasoning behind his actions."

"If we do this," Bill voiced, "we would find out things he doesn't want us to know yet, seeing as he hasn't delivered any of them. Don't you think that's a bit-"

"Hm?" Ginny hummed, pushing him to continue.

"For the lack of better words, intrusive?" Bill finished.

"If that's the case, the letters shouldn't say 'Dear Family...' in front of them," Charlie answered. "Look at them all. Four letters with 'Dear Family...' and one letter with 'Dear Molly...'. Each can read one except three."

Molly frowned, looking down the 'Dear Molly...' letter. Percy has called her either 'Mum' or 'Mother'. Never just her name. Or maybe a different Molly? Who?

"I think Mum should read the first one," Finally, Ron made his voice known. "Seeing as Percy was closest to Mum. Then Dad. Then Bill. So on."

"Is," Arthur insisted. "Your brother isn't dead, Ron."

"He might as well be. He hurts you and us, so..." Ron sighed. Molly ignored him.

"Who are the three who won't read and one who'll read Molly one?" Ginny asked. "I want to. I'll read the Molly one."

"Who won't read the letters?" Bill asked.

"I won't read," Ron commented. "I'm dyslexic. I can't even read school textbooks."

"Then how do you study?" Ginny asked.

"Before I just force myself to read them all, disregarding my difficulty," Ron admitted. "But after my third year, Hermione and Harry started to notice there's something wrong with my reading, and they- well, she- confirmed I was dyslexic. Afterwards, they usually sit next to me and read me the things I need to learn. I also coordinated it with the teachers so I can perform better."

"Brilliant idea."

"Ron and two more," Charlie said. "I think those who're easily caught up with their emotions."

"Or two who're least closest to him," Bill suggested. "That is, Fred and George."

"Look, Fred, George, we know Per-" Molly was cut off by the twins.

"We-"

"Won't-"

"Read-"

"Them," Fred and George chorused.

"But he's your family too!" Arthur countered.

"Your-"

"Family-"

"Not-"

"Ours-" The twins continued.

"Damn-" Charlie flinched. "It still scares me when you do that."

"Alright, Ron and the twins won't read," Arthur decided after he sighed, fully aware of the fact that the twins were the hardest to get along with Percy. "Just don't get too rude, alright?"

They nodded.

"Alright-" Molly sighed in anticipation as she tore open the first letter and starts reading.

Dear family...