Harry Potter Percy Weasley Novels & Stories

“I’m more genius than you. And also, I have a score to settle.” Percy’s grin became genuine. “Rue Hawthorne, you’re full of surprises.” He extended his hand. “Let’s see what we can do to make Aiden sweat.” I took his hand, my grip steady. “With pleasure.” “I have a feeling,” Percy said, the teasing note returning, “this is going to be fun.”

The life we led with Alester was less than lacking. I took the lid off, smelling that familiar scent of his. My throat thickened with sadness, making it hard for me to swallow. My hands shook as I grabbed Percy’s favorite black shirt. I sniffed it, trying to engrave that scent into memory. I held it close as I continued to investigate the contents of the box further. There was a large book inside with a bookmark halfway through it. It seems Percy never got the chance to finish it. Under the book was a letter with my name scribbled across it. I slowly opened it, seeing his beautiful handwriting.