Arthur appeared on the fireplace of Rosier Mansion, looking around. He'd last been here eight years ago when he signed the scroll that lost him his son. He'd spoken to Zaid Shafiq and- his nightmares were confirmed- there are no legal ways for a biological parent to retract their child from the adopting parents. Maybe he can persuade Camilla to let him see him now.

"Sir Arthur Weasley?" A house-elf of the mansion, Livvy if Arthur isn't mistaken, suddenly appeared. Arthur nods, smiling at the house-elf. "How may Livvy help? Should Livvy call Mistress Camilla?"

"Yes-" Arthur nodded. Livvy held his hand and directed him into the sofa, Arthur heard from behind him a 'thud' to see a fallen broom. Livvy poured him tea before leaving the room, Arthur looking around in hopes that he'll catch a glimpse of his son.

"Pleasure to meet you, Mr Weasley," Camilla descended from the stairs wearing a black velvet patterned robe with golden patterned ribbon on her shoulders. Arthur shook her hand as he stood up, waiting for Camilla to sit on the sofa opposing him before he does. "What can I help you with?"

"It's regarding our contract eight years ago," Arthur started. Camilla instantly frowned, but he kept going. "I've spoken to Zaid Shafiq, the adoption social worker who handled Percy's adoption process. It's true what you said, I may not see Percival until he's seventeen and I may not retract the contract."

"What are you proposing me?" Camilla asked, gritting her teeth, anger seeping at the thought of her son being taken away. Arthur takes a deep breath in, it's going to take a while to get the woman to agree with him, if she will at all.

"I am asking you if I may have visitations for Percival under your consent, seeing as you are his legal parent," Arthur continued. Camilla shook her head. "Please, it can be within these walls. I want to know him, I miss him."

"The contract we signed was a closed adoption. You are under no obligations to be involved in Percival's life the moment you signed it-" Camilla bared her teeth. "I am within my right to refuse you."

"You're right, you are within your right to refuse me-" Arthur nodded. "But imagine if you are not given the chance to know anything about your children from the moment they're born, Mrs Rosier. Imagine the pain you'd feel."

"Imagine the pain of losing one." Camilla's words struck Arthur right in the heart. Camilla pushed a strand of her greying black hair back. "But how would you know?"

"I'd know, for losing Percy feels like I'm losing one-" Arthur nodded. Camilla raised a brow. "For eight years, he never left my mind."

"What makes you think he wants to see you, Mr Weasley?" Camilla asked. "Wouldn't you consider his interest more than yours? Isn't that what a parent is supposed to do?"

"Whether he wants or not will be his decision, but I need your consent for this," Arthur answered. "If I get it, I'll notify my wife-"

"And what- advertise yourselves as his 'real parents' and fill his innocent head with lies to make him turn against me?" Camilla scoffed. Arthur pressed his lips as he sighed, slowly shaking his head. "I know your sick, twisted plan, Mr Weasley. But I won't play it."

"I don't have-"

"Do you?" Camilla cuts. "You don't know anything about Percy. You don't know what his favourite food is, you don't know if he plays with toys or not, do you know that I send him to a Muggle school nearby to teach him basic Maths and whatnot? Do you know what his favourite lesson is?"

When Arthur didn't continue, Camilla did. "Do you know who are his friends? What is his morning routine? Do you know what is his favourite colour? You don't know anything about him. Hell, he doesn't even come to your attention until now, does he? This never happened before. What happened that made you lose your mind? Did you lose another son?"

"Don't think I don't know what you did, Mrs Rosier," Arthur threatened, venom in his words. Camilla sat up straight as she lightly touched her chest, feeling dread in her heart. "I want to check on Percy. If not me, fine. St Mungo's will."

"And what accusations do you have against me?" Camilla growled lowly. "What are you implying, Mr Weasley?"

"I want to see his body," Arthur said. "I want to see if you're treating him as well as you promised me you will."

"And why would I give you that?"

"Because I haven't heard anything about him for eight years!" Arthur cried before taking a deep breath to compose himself. "I don't know anything about him. For eight years, all I can do is guess and hope. As a parent, you'd know how horrible it feels to not know anything about your child. Please, Mrs Rosier. Imagine if it happened to you."

"No-" Camilla refused coldly. "But if you want to know his condition so bad, he's doing good. Great, even. He has three friends, two Muggles and one wizard. I school him in a nearby Muggle school, that's where he made his friends, except for the wizard, who happened to be the son of one of my colleagues. He loves lemon pie, he loves to go to the beach. And he knows he's adopted, but he still loves me and would've chosen me over a blood traitor like you. Anything else?"

"Thank you-" Arthur takes out a stuffed owl from the pockets of his robes and enlarged it with his wand, handing it to Camilla. "Give this to Percy, tell him you got this from a friend or something. It'd mean so much to me."

"Very well-" Camilla accepted the stuffed owl as Arthur escorts himself to the floo, not realising that behind the railing of the stairs of the second floor hides a boy of eight watching the whole ordeal. Percy quietly crept into his room.

So that's what his biological father looks like, Percy thought. He looks so much like him, with tall stature and brilliant blue eyes, and a need for glasses. He thought over and over his mother's statement, that he'd rather live with them than the Weasleys. If anyone asked him three years ago when his father was still alive, he would've said the statement was correct. Now, he can't answer. He would indeed leave his mother in a heartbeat, but he can't hurt Livvy, Druella, Narcissa, Lucius, or little Draco.

"Master Percy? May Livvy enter?" Percy heard a knock on his door.

"Come in!" The house-elf opened the door, closing it behind her, in her hand had been a stuffed owl. Percy knew what that is, but he pretended to act dumb.

"Mistress Camilla had a friend over and he gave you this-" Livvy handed Percy the stuffed owl, earning a smile from the boy as he ran a thumb across the fur. A gift from his biological father who he never got to really meet. It looks beautiful, with brown fur and a yellow beak.

"Thank you."