Hi! Welcome to Freedom Fighters! There's a prequel if you want to read it. It's a part of One Shot A Day, chapter 19: Not Powerless

Also, Percy is OOC, but we never really saw him in the books or movies, so we don't really know if that was all a mask.

Disclaimer: I own nada.

Percy tapped his fingers on the bar, watching people, cautiously, from the bar tender to any customers.

Waiting was never his strong suit, especially at a time like this when he could back out in cowardice. But he couldn't do that; he owed this to Penny.

"Hey, Perce," a voice said, and he looked up to meet the eyes of the person standing beside him. "You said you needed to see me?"

"Yeah, Oliver. Sit."

Oliver sat down, and the bar tender smirked before sliding a fire whiskey across the table.

Percy raised his eyebrows. "Come here often?"

"Oh, yes, Rob and I are best friends," Oliver chuckled. "Now, what did you want to talk to me about?"

"Well, do you remember Penelope Clearwater?"

"Your first and only girlfriend?"

"Yes."

"Well, of course, I do. I still remember the time I walked in on you two snogging... Neither of you knew what you were doing by the way."

Percy rolled his eyes. "Thanks. And... well... she's dead."

Oliver choked on his firewhiskey. "But her friend told me that she was heading to America."

"She was, but the Ministry dragged her into custody. The dementors got 'excited' (their words, not mine), and she died the second day."

Oliver was quiet for a long moment. "So when's the funeral?"

"Saturday night. But that's not why I asked you here. I told you that because you are totally going to think that I'm off my head here, but at least by knowing that, you'll understand why I'm doing this."

Oliver leaned in. "I'm listening."

"Look, someone's been sneaking people out of the Ministry for three months, and with enough research, I found out who it is. What do you say we help her?"

Oliver's jaw hit the table. "Did Percy Weasley just suggest breaking the law?"

"I'm not breaking the law. According to Section 13, Part D, no wizard shall be discriminated for their blood status. Now, the law can't control people like Lucius Malfoy or the Notts, but it's a law that basically means that the Ministry shall give equal rights to everybody, no matter what their blood status may be. Therefore, we've been breaking the law since the first Muggleborn was dragged into the Ministry."

"You really thought this through, didn't you?"

"What can I say, Oliver? I've always been clever; I've always been about loop holes and ways to bend rules but never break them. But I can't do it alone."

"What do you want me to do?"

Percy smiled. And to think that for the longest time, he thought he didn't have any friends. I guess you find out who your friends are when you're asking them to go through with a plan that could nearly get everyone killed.

Bad thoughts, Percy, bad thoughts.

"Alright, let's talk back at my place. Too many people."

Oliver nodded, and he allowed Percy to take his arm for them to Apparate.

They appeared in front of a Flat door- Flat B19, to be exact. Percy looked from side to side down the hallway to ensure that no one was watching. Then, he went through about a dozen complicated wand movements before the door clicked open.

"Paranoid?" Oliver muttered.

"Well, one, a war's going on. Two, if we're gonna go through with this plan, we need all the security we can get."

"That makes me a little worried," Oliver mumbled before he followed Percy into the flat.

"Woah," the athlete gasped.

The flat was a disaster. Paper work had been strewn across the floor; blankets and clothes were lying over the back of the couch. Soda cans, water bottles, and empty vials were piled high on every table. Quills and Muggle pens and pencils snapped under Oliver's feet when he walked. There were three dishes on the counter, which was odd because who would do the dishes but not clean the rest of the flat?

"Percy, I think you've been robbed," Oliver said, stumbling back a bit from the shock that this flat belonged to Percy Weasley.

"No, I haven't. You see... um... after I found out about Penelope, I had a bit of a breakdown. Since I'm always at work, I never really got around to cleaning it," Percy told him, sheepishly.

"Alright, but after we discuss the plan, we are cleaning this flat. And when I volunteer to clean, we know it's a health hazard."

Percy laughed. "Good point. Now, let's go to the study. That's the only place that isn't trashed."

Percy lead him down a narrow hallway just as cluttered as the living room, and he escorted him into the door on the right side of the hallway.

Now, this room looked more like Percy. Books lined a series of bookshelves (in alphabetical order from what Oliver could tell), all of them dusted and polished. Paperwork was stacked neatly on the desk in three different piles, and a stack of journals was beside those piles. His quills were lined up just right on the right side of his desk with Muggle writing utensils on the left. The room was so clean, it made Oliver concerned for Percy's mental health.

Just like their dorm room had, actually. Seriously, that kid cleaned too much for his own good.

"Okay, the world is right again," Oliver sighed.

Percy laughed. "Oliver, I don't think the world will ever be right again. Anyway, so I have the plan all laid out. You still the opportunity to refuse, but I will have to obliviate you if you were to refuse. Sound good?"

Oliver nodded. "So what dangerous scheme have you cooked up?"

Percy reached into a desk drawer and withdrew a journal with a simple black cover with a scarlet PW written in the center. He opened it and set it on the desk for Oliver to see.

At first, he didn't see anything, and then, Percy hovered his hand above the page. Pure magic glowed from Percy's fingertips, running across the page until words appeared.

Seeing his shocked look, Percy said, "It only reacts to my magical signature. If you say yes, then, I'll also program your's. And I'll find a third person. That way, if one of us is captured... or kicks the bucket, the others can have access."

Oliver nodded, and he examined the book closer.

The plan was most certainly elaborate. Spells that were both from the present and as old as Merlin had been written on the paper with notes about what they did and when to use them. Addresses had been scrawled on the page with Safe House and a number next to it. Percy turned the page three times, revealing name upon name of Muggleborns, some of which Oliver knew and others he'd never heard of.

"These are the Muggleborns in custody right now. Half are due to go to Azkaban; the other half are to be kept at the Ministry. We start with the ones going to Azkaban; I will intercept the person taking them there, and you will be waiting at Safe House 1. We'll take this one step at a time, so we'll worry about the ones at the Ministry after we save these Muggleborns."

Oliver nodded, slowly. "Alright. What about this girl you talked about?"

"Audrey. You remember her- same year but Hufflepuff?"

"Oh, yeah. She had a huge crush on you."

"She did not."

"Yes, she did."

"She did not."

"Yes, she did."

"She did not."

"Yes, she did."

"Yes, she did."

"She did not... Did I seriously just fall for that?"

"Yes, you did. Now, back on topic. I'm going to meet Audrey on Saturday before Penny's... before her funeral. We'll talk about what we're going to do, and then, head for the funeral home. Our goal, though, is to get those Muggleborns free by tomorrow night.

"Audrey's working at a safe house until Friday, so we'll be on our own until then. All you have to do is be at this first address, and I'll get Muggleborns there. Any injuries or... complications will have to be fixed by you until I arrive."

"Alright. I can do that."

"Now, Oliver, I need you to tell me right now if you're having doubts. This isn't like the Death Eaters, where it's life long loyalty or death, but tell me right now if you don't want to do it."

"I do. After all, Penny was my friend, too, Perce, and she's not my first friend to get killed in this brutal war. Let's do it."

Percy smiled. "Thanks."

"No. Thank you for trusting me; I know you don't trust easily."

"Does anyone trust easily during these times?"

Oliver smiled, grimly. "True."

Meanwhile, at the Ministry, Margaret Sweeden tossed and turned on the floor, where she was shackled to a dozen other Muggleborns.

What had she done to deserve this? What had any of them done? Been born to nonmagical parents. What kind of reason was that?

This reminded her of the Holocaust, and as everyone knows, the Jews, or at least most of them, didn't have a happy ending.

Sobs rang out around her, but Margaret was numb. Her parents dead; her friends dead, locked up, or who knows where; imprisoned alongside broken people.

She had heard the guards talking; her and half of the other Muggleborns were to be taken to Azkaban tomorrow. Margaret wanted to cry, but her heart was stone; she couldn't even bring herself to feel depressed over her fate.

"Hurry up and save me. Hurry up and save me. Cause without you, I'm blue," she sang under her breath.

That used to her friend Mary's favorite song (Hurry up and save me by Selena Gomez). She used to play it every night at Hogwarts, and now, even after three years, Margaret remembered those lyrics.

She didn't know where Mary was, but Mary was a Muggleborn, so she's probably dead, or at best, in hiding.

She missed Mary, Sandra, Kennedy, her parents, her boyfriend Logan, but most of all, she missed her little sister.

Little Natania, six years old and innocent with those big blue eyes and her long blonde hair. She'd been at a friend's house the night the Death Eaters attacked their home; thank Merlin.

Margaret's breath hitched. Who would take care of her?

"I'm so sorry, 'ania," she whispered. "I miss you. And I'll find you. I promise."

But how would she escape?

Wouldn't somebody save her?

Percy sat bolt up right in his bed, breathing hard.

That was an odd dream. In the back of his mind, he'd known that he was Percy Weasley, but he'd felt... like Margaret. Like he'd been her his entire life. It was frightening.

He got to his feet and opened the journal, turning it to the page with the Muggleborn names. Sure enough, Margaret Sweeden was sandwiched between Eric Sues and Jane Tacks.

Somehow, that dream made him more desperate to save the Muggleborns.

He pulled out his Muggle cell phone and searched Margaret Sweeden.

An article popped up.

After the murder of her parents and the disappearance of her sister, Natania Sweden will be staying with a close family friend named Tarry Gene.

"It's horrible. She's only six, and she's already been through hell. I'm glad to take her; and if the parents can't be alive, I hope her sister's our there. The poor child's lost enough already," says Tarry.

Percy quickly scribbled down those names- Natania Sweeden and Tarry Gene.

He'd rescue Margaret and get in touch with her family.

At least one Muggleborn would have someone waiting for her when she was rescued.

What does Percy's dream mean? What is Audrey like? Will they rescue the Muggleborns? So many questions, and so little answers! Don't worry, though, everything will be answered in time.

Goodbye!