"A Newfound Story" Continued (SPOILERS)

[Meg Boyd]

Ok, so this is an addition to a fan fic posted in the Fan Fic area...however, now my story will soon go into OotP Spoilers, so I was advised to post the remainder of the story here, until the Spoilers Restrictions are removed...Thank you...

You can see the beginning of the story here:
http://www.broomsticksandowls.com/forum/viewtopic.php?p=35439#35439

So on with the show....


Percy seemed still out of place. It was nine years since he had betrayed the family, and seven since his disastrous estrangement with his clan . During the first two years of his estrangement, life seemed to be in his favor. He was climbing the Ministry ladder, getting promotions, pay raises, and many privledges, finally ending up as a chief prosecuter in the Ministry?s Law System. While living in lavish apartments, and preparing for his engagement to Penelope Clearwater, Percy was fast becoming one of the most powerful and respected wizard in the ministry and looking forward to another 1 000 galleon pay raise, when he was asked to judge a case of high treason of a certain Albus Dumbledore. Percy had never quite had the respect of Dumbledore as did everyone in his family; actually he thought Dumbledore to be a bit insane, and even dangerous. It was an argument over loyalty to Dumbledore that had led to his estrangement in the first place. He felt that a persons loyalties should lie with one?s government, and not with crazy headmasters. However, Percy knew a trial regarding Albus Dumbledore, the Only One He Ever Feared, would bring trouble?trouble he didn?t want to deal with. The charges against Dumbledore were strong ones, and Dumbledore?s defense was meager. He knew the evidence pointed towards Dumbledore?s guilt; anyone could see that he was guilty of treason. Dumbledore had defied all rules and regulations set by Fudge himself to help his rag-tag Army defeat Voldemort, welcoming all of Wizarding Kind?s foes into the direct defiance of the Ministry. No matter what the charges, Percy felt that Dumbledore was right in his defiance. Yet, the Ministry had ordered Dumbledore?s arrest and trial, and the Ministry was the Moral Center of the Wizarding Community. Any defiance (for good or bad) was only a hindrance to the Ministry?s utopia of complete control and order. However, Percy from behind his gold, power, and status, also felt that Dumbledore was although guilty, but not deserving of The Death Chamber. So, Percy made a deal with the Wizamot. They could free one criminal, Dumbledore the great, or Lucius Malfoy, the convicted Death Eater and Murderer...*Regardless of this feeble attempt, The Wizamot was swayed by the Daily Prophet?s slander of Dumbledore?s good name that Malfoy was freed and Dumbledore was sent to his death.

[zledm007]

so, what exactly did Dumbledore do? was it there and i missed it? jsut wondering.

[Meg Boyd]

He commited Treason...pretty much he did what he did in book 5 through out book 6 to the extreme, so power hungry fudge arrested him as to get rid of him...but this time (for a reason i won't tell you now) he was caught by the ministry and tried for treason...be paitent, the story will unfold

[Meg Boyd]

here is more...


After this incident, the ministry was furious with Percy for even attempting to save the life of the One Who Dared to Defy, leaving Percy back in his entry level ministry position, and the loss of his power and status. Percy, with the world turning its back on him, went to the people he had turned his back to. Percy tried for seven years to apologize to his family, but his meager action in Dumbledore’s case caused the Weasley’s to shut Percy out, as he had once did to them. Percy sent countless owls to his family, asking for a rite of passage back to his rightful place in the Weasely family, yet every letter came back to him un opened. As the years passed on, it seemed as Percy’s life was meaningless already. His gold from his former reign of glory was now gone, spent foolishly on drink, his fiancée gone for another, more successful man, and his family wanted nothing to do with him. Poor and alone, Percy found only a fragment of bitter sweet joy…in the Daily Prophet, whose slanderous words had been his ruin…now published the engagement announcement of his baby brother. Percy’s chest seemed to swell with pride and joy at the sight of the article, yet it heaved with tears. A wedding, where all of the family would be together…happy, laughing, safe and warm…

No one really knows why Ron sent Percy that invitation. Maybe it was because he was the first to marry of the Weasley children and he felt that the whole family should be there, regardless of the past, or perhaps he wanted the constant use of You-Know-Who in place of Percy’s name to stop, but some believe it was because of Hermione. Ron loved Hermione very much and with her love in return he had become aware not just of his own feelings, but for others around him. In childhood he never really liked Percy very much, but with this new found love and happiness, he felt as if he should share it. He knew Percy had been trying to regain the love and trust of his family again, and he knew that Percy’s life wasn’t exactly happy…and he also knew poor and alone was no way to live life, even if one had to live poor and amongst his own.

[Meg Boyd]

yeah, here i go and pull another zledm007 triple post...

here is more story...

The day of the wedding the Weasleys were a frenzied blur preparing the last minute details of the glorious day. Molly Weasley was busy arranging some white lilies on a table in the front of the chapel. Her head was bent, and she was humming to her self in glee. As the melody progressed, she suddenly remembered the song on her lips; the simple lullaby that had wooed her children to sleep on countless nights in their youth. She pictured each child as they had been, sweet, loving, and peaceful. Molly then pictured Percy. It had been years since she had seen his face, thin, freckly, and full of ambition. As she lifted her head, she saw her tear streaked expression in a large mirror on the chapel wall. Molly closed her eyes, and wished deep in her heart that she could see Percy just one more time. When she opened them, she saw a face…thin, freckly, full of ambition, and now a little worn and tired. Percy was there, behind his mother, in his tattered trousers and coat, looking very sorry indeed, his face streaked with dirty tears.

At the sight of absolute sorrow, his mother ran to him pulled him into an embrace, and embrace that she had been wanting for seven years. Percy looked over his mother’s head to see a familiar figure enter from the side door. His father appeared, dropping the load he carried, shocked to see his estranged son in the hall of St. Augustus’ church hugging his wife. Remembering the hurtful words said in a quarrel seven years prior, he stood glaring at him, as if to ask why Percy should dare to come to his brother’s wedding. Percy looked down in shame, and took off his rain coat to reveal his purple Christmas jumper, now extremely grungy and small, since it was the last one he had received seven years ago.

All was well. The rest of the family appeared, and each time a hug and a tear were exchanged, sometimes in genuine sincerity, sometimes in obvious politeness.

Yet, even two years later, he still felt alone. Fred and George still gave him the cold shoulder, although they had lent him a considerable amount of gold to live off of until he found a new home and got his feet back on the ground in the ministry. Slowly, the hurt that Percy had caused was fading, though he was sure he would never be a full Weasley again.

[gecko]

please go on!

[Meg Boyd]

crud...there was a typo in the first installment of this section of the story...more like I was cutting and pasting part of my story into other parts to make it smoother, but there was an accident, I think this line of the story got placed in way too early...sorry...please dismiss it...at the point of Dumbledore's trial, Voldie was still around...that's why this line doesn't make any sense....whoa, i am SO sorry, I just messed up my whole plot by accident...

Voldemort had just been defeated, and the world was rejoicing…and Percy was more scared than he had ever been in his life.

That should not be in that section just yet...it will come later, I promise you...but that slipped in there by accident...I am sorry, one of those fatal cut and paste mistakes...i am sorry...please for get i ever wrote that line right now, or the story will make no sense at all...

[Meg Boyd]

mega crud, another cut and paste mistake...

See, I write this story on my word proscessor program and paste in to BaO...

well some how this one line got forgotten...

so the first installment should end like this...

So, Percy made a deal with the Wizamot. They could free one criminal, Dumbledore the great, or Lucius Malfoy, the convicted Death Eater and Murderer...*Regardless of this feeble attempt, The Wizamot was swayed by the Daily Prophet’s slander of Dumbledore’s good name that Malfoy was freed and Dumbledore was sent to his death.

Man, I hate this...I am ruining my plot by error of my mouse clicking! Rats!

[Meg Boyd]

Perhaps a mod or paul could edit my mistakes for me please?

If you did I would <3 you forever...

[Lolita Banana]

Wow meg this is great keep going...i am very anxious to see where this is going.

[Paul]

Others have already said it, and I'm going to as well...this is brilliant writing, Meg, and a well-paced intriguing storyline too. It's got some nice humour as well, similar to the actual Harry Potter books themselves. If this is the very first time you've had your writing in public, it's an honour that you've released it here on BaO. I've edited the things you've mentioned by the way, so it reads perfectly now. Looking forward to hear what happens next.

[Meg Boyd]

wow....even Paul-the-Great says it is good...I feel the pressure now...he he.....thanks a million for the edits!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Meg Boyd]

ok people...this is the last of the story for awhile...I had the story up till here already written and now I ran out of "pre-written" story, so there won't be more until I write it...and yes Paul, this is the first time my writings have been read by other people except for themes and stuff for school...

But today no one seemed to estrange Percy. Everyone was happy and full of excitement for the expectant couple. In their happiness the crowd had almost forgotten all of Percy’s unpleasant deeds. But yet, Percy felt as though he was a mere shadow in a world a brightly painted people. He sat next to Tonks, who was in deep conversation with his brother Charlie. On his other side was the arm of the couch on which his sister Ginny sat, chatting to Dean Thomas about his bank dealings. He was in the middle, but on the outside, and he knew not what to do to become a Weasley once more.

Ginny sat chatting to Dean Thomas, or it was more like Dean Thomas boasting about his new promotion at Gringotts while Ginny sat nodding her head the appropriate times. It was obvious that Dean was trying to impress Ginny in hopes to win her back, but judging by the unblinking, glazed over expression on her face, Dean would have better luck with the giant squid at Hogwarts.

Ron scanned the room again. He searched for that familiar smile, those round glasses, that messy black hair, and the sharp green eyes. Ron was anxious to see his best friend, who he hadn’t seen in two years, but it seemed as if Harry hadn’t shown up. A sinking feeling of disappointment started to grow within Ron’s stomach. He looked around hopeful one last time. He saw Mad-Eye Moody lurking in the corner drinking out of his own flask of course; apparently always vigilant, even during Baby Showers. Leaning in a chair up against the Weasley’s Family Clock was his own father, who was laughing hysterically at a joke made by Hermione’s father, Henry. The middle-aged men cracked jokes and drank fire whisky very loudly, as so the group next to them sat laughing at the site of the old wizard and the old muggle laughing mutually about a Japanese golfer joke. However Ron was sure Henry Granger was laughing because of the punchline, and his father Arthur was laughing because of the idea that muggles hit a little ball with a stick and chased it a round all day until the ball went into a hole. Ron chuckled for a moment, remembering the time Henry had taken him golfing, which had turned into an utter failure…
Ron heard a loud clatter, and turned to see that his father had tipped off his chair in utter excitement over the fact that golfers have caddies. The group next to him laughed again at the sight of the red-faced Arthur Weasley rolling around on the carpet in absolute hysterics while Henry Granger, who was equally tipsy, tried to pull him back up, but was failing miserably.

In the young group laughing at the odd pair, was Seamus Finnegan who looking like he just walked out of a photo shoot for a muggle fashion magazine who sat drinking gillywaters with Neville and his girl friend Susan Bones. Ron caught Neville’s jolly eye, who instantly grinned and waved a chubby hand beckoning Ron over to him, Susan, and Seamus.

“Hello Ron! Or should I say Daddy-to-be?” Neville said, grasping Ron’s hand and giving it a large shake.

“Hey Neville, I haven’t seen you in ages…when was the last time? Tuesday????” Ron joked, slapping his old comrade on the back.

Neville tipped forward a bit from the force of the slap, took another gulp of his drink, and said,

“Yep, not since Tuesday. And I must say that mimbus mimbultonia (sp) of yours in the front garden was getting way out of hand. I am very pleased that you had me over to look at it, but next time don’t let it wait until it starts growling. Contact me as soon as it grows tentacles, alright mate?” Neville said, seriously.

“What is it that you do, Neville?” Seamus asked, taking a swig of his fire whisky.

Neville’s chest swelled with pride. “I am a herbologist, and this fall I start my first term as the Herbology professor at Hogwarts!”

“Way to go chap!” Seamus said, clinking his glass with Neville’s so a bit of gillywater spilled on to the table.

“What do you do Seamus?” asked Ron, taking a napkin and wiping the gillywater from his mother’s table.

Seamus looked taken aback. He thrust his hand into his briefcase and pulled out several magazines and black and white glossies. Ron noticed that the glossies had Seamus’s sandy haired, freckled face on them, his smile twinkling and his hazel eyes winking.

“I,” Seamus began, flipping through his magazines, “am a model and actor extraordinaire.”

Seamus threw a magazine on the table, revealing Seamus on the cover of “Witch Weekly”, declaring his reign of “Witch Weekly’s Most Stunning Smile Award.”

“Whoa, mate! I had no idea! Of course I don’t read this rub—I mean this high quality magazine.” Ron said, amazed at the many Seamuses look at him, flashing his smile from the six magazines, and twelve glossies.

“And of course, you have seen my films?” Seamus, demanded, holding up another magazine, which bore his image, this time as a swash buckling pirate.

“Films????” Neville asked, raising his eyes in curiosty

“Well, I didn’t expect you to know about my films, I mean they were muggle films…I am an extremely famous film actor in the muggle world, since I am muggle born and all…I just expected Ron to know because Hermione is a muggle-born as well, you know.” Seamus said, taking another swig of whisky.

“Amazing, Seamus! I mean who would have guessed that you would be so famous? Muggle movies and all!” Ron said, looking at another muggle magazine depicting Seamus as a super hero wearing green spandex.

“And that’s not all…I am making a debut in the wizarding music business right now…my agent is also the agent for the Weird Sisters…so I suspect I’ll be the next big thing…I’ll give you front row tickets to any one of my concerts, just for being such excellent mates.” Seamus said, flipping a magazine showing the smile flashing Seamus with the Weird Sisters.

“Get out,” exclaimed Susan, whose shy silence was broken by the site of a magazine cover declaring Seamus as “The Hunkiest Wizard of The Year”, “This is just insane…you must have a million girlfriends.”

Ron turned to Seamus, expecting to see another look of smug pride, but Seamus seemed not to hear a word Susan had said. Seamus was now staring past Ron's questioning look, in the direction of the doorway. The door had just opened, pouring sunshine and summer breeze into the stuffy, crowed cottage, framing a slender, girlish figure...

Now back to the word processor...

[zledm007]

well, good luck Meg. hope to see the next installment soon.

[Meg Boyd]

well, since I had to write some more, I have only written a little bit more, so heres a taste until i get another pile of story written again...

“Lavender!” shouted Seamus, as he shot up from his seat in excitement

“Oh Seamus darling, how good it is to see you!” the figure said, rushing towards Seamus, her robes floating out behind her like streams of white foam.

Ron’s head jerked towards the door at the sound of Lavender’s voice. If Lavender was here, than surely…

“RON! HERMIONE!” shouted that all too familiar voice, his black hair messy as ever, his eyes as strikingly green…

Harry Potter now stood in the door way, tipping under the load of a very large package in one hand, and a humongous packing case in the other. However, he was grinning from ear to ear, as Ron and Hermione dashed to his side.

“Oh Harry! I haven’t seen you in ages!” cried Hermione, her eyes going all misty again, nearly knocking the package, the case, and Harry over at once with her expanded hug.

Harry dropped his load, grabbed Hermione’s hands and stepped back, as if he was doing some sort of appraisal. But as he “appraised” his smile only grew brighter as he said,

“When heard the news of you two having a baby, I didn’t believe it! But now I see it obviously happening…sheesh…I mean, I haven’t even thought about children yet because…”

But as to why Harry never thought about children yet was never discovered because of Lavender’s snide remarks, which regardless of its innate harshness, sounded deliciously exciting and wonderful, in a tone that made you want to float away and just listen…listen to the beauty found with in the crevices of her low, delicious voice, although no one could exactly place why.