It was a typical breakfast in the Burrow, everyone was loud and chatty. Arthur was already ready with his Ministry robes with his wife and children, not noticing the lack of a son between them when a patronus of a beaver suddenly entered the kitchen, startling the family.

"Arthur Weasley," the patronus called. Arthur stared at it incredulously. "We have arrested your son, Percival Weasley. As his guardians, you and your wife's presence is greatly needed in Godric's Hollow precinct. Regards, Superintendent Daniel Chavéz, Godric's Hollow precinct."

Nobody said a word as the patronus dissipates. Percy? Gotten himself arrested? Even Fred and George haven't reached that level of a mess! Isn't he still 13, about to turn 14 in two weeks? He's too young to be arrested!

"Dad-"

"Let's go, Molly-" Arthur immediately stood up, not saying another word. "Charlie, you're in charge. Molly!"

Normally, Charlie would whine about being in charge of his terror siblings, but today is not a normal day. It's not normal that Percy gets arrested, that boy can't even break a rule! Arthur turned his head to face Molly, who looks so shocked and still he doubts that she's even breathing.

"Molly-" Arthur hugged his wife softly, who starts sobbing the minute Arthur's arms snaked around her in a tight embrace. Arthur ran circles around her back, trying to softly soothe her as he kissed her cheeks softly and repeatedly. "We have to go to Godric's Hollow precinct, now. The faster we go, the sooner he's back here with us."

"You're right-" Molly wiped her tears, her voice still shaky. She took a few deep breaths in, trying to calm her heart. Arthur grabbed his wife's hand tightly, guiding her to outside the Burrow, and they apparated away to Godric's Hollow.

"Where is the precinct?" Arthur asked himself as soon as they landed, looking around. Arthur jumped, seeing the drawing of a decapitated black Jesus near Centre Church. Who can draw such a thing? It's so disrespectful! It's blasphemous! Arthur reached a nearby witch. "Excuse me, can you tell us where is the precinct?"

"It's right there, near the church-" the witch answered, pointing to the big burgundy building across the church. Arthur thanked her before leaving, heading for the precinct.

Merlin, his legs feel weaker the closer he gets to the precinct. Just to imagine his little son in golden handcuffs, scared shitless, most likely innocent of whatever he's being charged with. He could understand if the twins get arrested or Charlie in a few years from now, or Bill, but not Percy! And certainly not when he's not yet 14! Arthur rubbed circles on Molly's hand, noticing how wet and hot the grasp is, though he's not sure if it's his hand or her hand that's been sweaty. Probably hers, seeing how she cried already.

"I'm here for Percival Weasley," Arthur requested once he has entered the precinct, talking to the Auror behind the table. The Auror looks up at Arthur, a condescending look in his eyes.

"Just get in the questioning room, we'll get Weasley out of the holding cell." Holding cell. A 13-year-old in a holding cell? That's not normal! Another Auror came, directing Arthur and Molly to the questioning room the previous Auror mentioned. Arthur felt like he was going to pass out, he only faintly noticed the three other adults in the room. Arthur immediately took a seat, following Molly, rubbing his face.

The door opened again to reveal two boys Arthur had never seen before, and then Percy, with his hands to his back, bind with golden handcuffs. His sweet little Percy. Arthur wanted to touch Percy's hand, but the Auror placed Percy on the opposing side of the table, making it impossible for him to touch his son. Percy looks so scared, so guilty, Arthur felt like crying here and there. But he didn't, he needed to stay strong. Hurrily solve all this, then they can all go home and pretend this day never happened.

Can he?

"Good morning," the Auror called. Cundrie looked up to the Auror. "I'm Chief Inspector Shafiq, and this is Superintendent Chavéz," the Auror introduced themself, then their colleague, who is folding their arms. "We've printed what we found in the camera in your bag, Mr Flint. We also found these capsules and these unregistered wands-" Chief Inspector Shafiq puts the seconal bottle, eight pictures, and three wands to the table. Cundrie paled over. "I must say, I'm surprised. Would you or your parents prefer me to read the accusations?"

"Read the accusation, please," Molly begged. Cundrie's heart broke, listening to how broken she sounds. "What has my son done? Why is he arrested?"

"All three of them are charged for the same crimes, they're as continue-" Shafiq shifted in their seat. Cundrie bit her bottom lip, here it goes. "Ruining public property, drawing pro-LGBT propaganda, drawing pro-illegal immigration propaganda, drawing infanticide propaganda, drawing blasphemous propaganda, abuse of drugs, owning unregistered wands, and attacking two Aurors. We can't accuse them of anything as they are minors, but the evidences are there."

Arthur introspects the pictures, feeling a lump in his heart. An image of two skeletons kissing, an image of the sign of Venus, the sign of Mars, and an x, an image of a lip behind prison bars, an image of a brown hand and a pale hand forming a heart, an image of a beaten woman crying whilst the man kept beating her, an image of a beaten man with hands over his body with a rainbow tie over his eyes, an image of a red hanger, and an image of a decapitated black Jesus. Arthur noticed that they have the same watermark. Arthur stared at the capsule-filled bottle.

"Are you, or are you not, the Graffiti Teens?" Superintendent Chavéz asked. Cundrie turned to look at her friends, who all have the defeated looks.

For once in their life, Cundrie has no plans.

"We are."