Everyone was seated around a blazing fire in the Burrow's living room. They were waiting for someone.

'Where is that boy?' broke the awkward silence.

'He'll be home in a minute mum.' Ron stopped his daydreaming to answer his mother's question. He stared around the tatty room; Bill, Fred, George, Ginny, and were all there, nearly the complete bunch of Weasels.

Percy's hand on the old grandfather clock changed from "Work" to "Travelling", and in a matter of seconds a snap was heard. A proud looking Percy strolled in though the door.

'The smart arse is home!' declared Fred and George in unison; they disliked their brother greatly.

'Shut up you two. I have news,' snapped Percy, Ron looked towards him and smiled, Percy was one of his favourite brothers.

Percy had always been there for him: he hadn't gone off to Romania; he hadn't gone to live in London; he had never turned his favourite teddy bear into a spider or charmed a bludger to chase him round the garden for hours; and he hadn't taken all of his mother's attention away.

'I am the minster's newest Junior Assistant,' he proudly announced, isn't it great?' Percy beamed, he looked on cloud nine, until someone burst his bubble.

'No it is not,' spoke Ron's father, 'you know it is not because of your hard work, but because of your families links with Dumbeldore. The minister is just using you to get to him, face it Percy.' Arthur looked up towards his son and frowned. Percy looked towards Molly, she nodded her head.

'You must understand Percy that we are proud of you but...' for once in her life she wasn't allowed to finish

'No! No dad, it is because of my talents, I work hard and have a good reputation. Unlike some people,' Percy shot a disgraced look towards Arthur, Fred and George. They noticed.

'What?' Fred - or whatever one it was - looked offended

'We have an amazing reputation, for your knowledge.' Percy turned sharply towards them; they were in for a lecture, unless they could stop him. Which seemed unlikely!

'What good reputation! Oh yeah, because you two are model pupils. Have amazing grades, three O.W.L.S between the both of you, how exceptional? Always working hard and are never ever bad; you never hurt people's feelings by taking the mickey out of them. Oh and I nearly forgot, you are constantly looking out for Ron, here, aren't you? Oh you would never hurt him. You would never dream of charming a bludger to chase him around the garden for hours. Oh no! Absolutely not! Wouldn't even think of transforming his beloved teddy bear in to a spider, scaring him for life. Not under any circumstance!' Percy's voice got louder and more sarcastic towards the end of his speech. Both the twins didn't even look a little bit crestfallen, in fact they looked arrogant at their "achievements".

His face was now an angry red colour and he wasn't finished. He had Arthur to deal with.

'Oh and you. You've got such a great job, haven't you? You haven't been promoted since you started, you don't earn enough money to keep this family afloat.' Percy raised his arms and looked around the room they were in. 'This place is worthless, shoddy and second hand. We have never had a new pair of robes, always second-hand or hand-me-downs. Always. Our books, quills, school equipment, shoes, clothing second-hand. I came to the ministry and our family was a laughing stock. You have a shit job and always put muggles before us.' Percy was about to continue but Molly was not having her family and husband insulated anymore.

'HOW DARE YOU SAY SUCH HORRID THINGS ABOUT THIS FAMILY AND ARTHUR?' Molly was not going to stop there, Percy was in for a shouting at. But it seemed he didn't care he raised his head high ready for the bashing. 'YOU JUST PRANCE AROUND LIKE YOU OWN THE PLACE, IT IS ALWAYS WORK, WORK, WORK, WITH YOU. ME AND YOUR FATHER TRY OUR HARDEST TO LOOK AFTER THIS FAMILY. IT IS HARD YOU KNOW! WITH SEVEN CHILDREN AND WE HAVE TAKEN HARRY AND HERMIONE IN AS OUR OWN" Molly took a breath but this was enough time for Percy to take over.

'OH, THE BOY-WHO-BLOODY-WELL-LIVED, YOU HAVE TAKEN THAT BOY IN AS YOU'RE OWN, BUT FORGOTTEN ABOUT ONE OF YOUR REAL SONS. RON! EVERY TIME I GOT A LETTER IT WAS "OH, IS HARRY OKAY?" NEVER "IS RON OKAY?" NEVER!' Molly's face flashed with embarrassment, but only for a second. Percy charged on. 'THAT POTTER CHILD IS UNSTABLE AND A RISK TO THIS FAMILY. HE IS A LIAR AND THE WHOLE MINISTRY KNOWS HE IS JUST A LITTLE LIAR, LOOKING FOR ATTENTION. AND YOU TWO STUPID IDIOTS HAVE GIVEN IT TO HIM.' He pointed towards his parents; he shouldn't have said those last lines.

Arthur is normally a calm man, but Percy had just pushed it. Molly looked on the verge of tears; she couldn't take shouting at one of her sons, in such a horrid way. And have him shout mean things back.

'GET OUT! YOU HEARD ME! GET OUT!' Arthur's face showed that it was not joking he meant it.

This was when Ron decided this had gone too far, he was not having his favourite brother shouted at, then being told to get out. If Percy went then so did he.

'No, no. Percy is not leaving.' All heads turned to this confident, calm voice.

'Yes he is Ron!' His father glared at him, he was being undermined by his youngest son. It was Ron's turn to lecture his family.

'I'm fed up of you!' he pointed towards his father, 'you.' towards his mother, 'you two' towards the twins and lastly towards Ginny.
'All you ever do is forget about me. Ignore me, pretend you're not related to me. Percy was the only one who ever remembered me, didn't tease me, and hugged me when I was on the verge of tears and who listened to me. Maybe I do disagree with a few of his points, but on the whole I think he has everything correct.' Everyone looked shocked to see Ron agreeing with Percy. A single tear fell from Molly's left eye.

'We are a disgrace to pure-bloods, have a shitty looking house, Arthur has the most pointless and worst paid job in the ministry, even the cleaners get more than him,' Arthur looked appalled that his son had offended his job, but mostly he was upset that he didn't even call him "dad"! 'We never have anything valuable, we don't even own anything new. Fred and George just hurt everyone and are a disgrace to Weasleys and that is a hard job to do.'

Everyone was stunned that Ron was implying the Weasleys were the bottom of society, worse than Death Eaters. 'Oh and you know, I agree with Percy on another point, Potter is a big-headed attention seeker. I hate him, I always have.' Ron finished, he looked proud. No one could believe their ears. Ron hated Harry; he wasn't lying; his face and words told the whole truth. 'Percy...we are leaving these blood-traitors,' Ron looked towards another favourite brother of his, Bill.

'Coming?' Bill though on this; disappoint Ron and Percy and stay and comfort his parents or leave his mother crying and family in tatters by leaving with Percy and Ron.

Bill nodded slowly. He loved Ron the most and couldn't just abandon him now. With a flick of a wrist, all Percy's, Ron's and Bill's few cheap belongings were in three trunks.

Crack! Gone.

Molly burst into tears. Ginny, Fred and George ran to comfort her. Arthur just sat there; he had lost three sons in a matter of minutes.

What would he do now?