Chapter One: Percy's Letter, Look and Home

The letter they had received seemed to be odd, for it had come to Ron in the middle of lunch but was addressed to five people. The weirdness only increased when they read that the letter was from Percy; none of them had spoken to Percy since the falling out with his family. But the words he wrote were too tempting to pass up, a summer away from parents, a summer away from the war, a summer to be who they want to be.

The group of students decided to vote to see if they would go or not and four to one they voted to go to Percy's for the summer. Only Ron was against the idea and that was because he was not sure how it would affect his parents. He wanted to see his brother but then again he did not want his parents disowning him. He only really had his parents, siblings and the four friends who were part of the letter, besides that he had nothing else going for him, and he did not know how he would handle having only his friends.

After much debate, most of which Ron was smacked upside the head by the other four because he was acting childish and stupid, he gave in and wrote back saying the five would meet Percy in Hogsmeade the following weekend, which was when the other students would be leaving by train. They would meet him and portkey to his small home in London where they would spend the summer.

So they met at the gates of Hogsmeade two hours before they were expected on the train so they could slip away without being noticed. They had a map that lead to the place they were supposed to meet Percy. They found him leaning against a tree. They could tell it was Percy because of his red hair and blue eyes even if his hair had black and white streaks now and his blue eyes were outlined in dark eyeliner.

"Per-Percy? What happened to you? You're all…d-dark and creepy looking!" Ron stuttered out his voice high in shock, while his friends all had different reactions. Luna smiled dreamily, not even alarmed by the presence of the other man. Neville clutched Hermione's arm shocked by the appearance by some one so dark looking. Hermione blinked rapidly taking in the black tight jeans and the purple and black shirt that had two thin silver chains dangling from his shoulders.

However, Harry Potter's reaction was the most amusing for Percy to watch. The green-eyed teen tilted his head and spoke to him in a voice that said he was calm and if not a little amused, "Wow you went Goth, sweet," circling around the man in front of him he titled his head and asked, "Guessing you don't dress like this at the ministry?"

"Of course not," Percy said calmly before holding out a book, "Grab hold everyone," Harry and Ron touched the book first, followed by Luna, Hermione then Neville, "When we get home the six of us need to have a long talk," getting nods he activated the portkey and whisked them all away.

Percy and Luna were the only ones to stay standing when they landed. Harry and Ron smacked into each other and lay on the floor laughing hilariously, while Hermione landed on a couch and Neville hit the armchair. Sitting on Harry's stomach, Luna smiled at him and Ron sat up to rub his head. The five looked around, the house was quaint, and the living room and kitchen were separated by a bar, and was done in black, white, and silver. A large intricate dragon painting was on the ceiling and from the open mouth came an olden time looking chandelier.

"How can you afford to live like this?" Ron asked in shock. He was beginning to feel lost as he stood in his brother's living room. The furniture looked kick ass, soft and black couches, chairs and love seat and the mahogany wood floor was polished well enough he could see his reflection in the wood.

"I have a job, it pays well," Percy said with a shrug before helping Luna up so Harry could stand back up, "Now before we start this talk, you five should go see your rooms. Luna, Hermione your room is the room directly on the left of the stairs at the top, boys your room is two doors down from the right, and the first door is the bathroom. My room is at the end of the hall," ushering them up the stairs he sighed and sat down on the couch wondering how to start his talk with the five of them.