30 minute klaxon for Chapter Six of Rebuilding Bridges: Ron
Edit: Chapter Six is now live! I hope you all enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it, because it’s probably my favourite chapter so far!
Chapter Summary:
Percy waved down a waitress for a refill, tapping his fingers gently on the table in silence rather than reply to Ron. It was easier not to think about what possibilities his brother had lived in the war, in the very same way he presumed it was simpler for his family not to think about his experiences. The only real difference was one of them was a regular feature of the Prophet’s front page and the other…well, he was just Percy when it boiled down to it. No matter what he’d done, how awful and contemptible it may have been, he would always be Just Percy compared to his brother nowadays, and perhaps, Percy was realising in a way his younger self would never have been able to, there was some relief in that.
As is tradition, I love to indulge you all with teasers from what I’m currently writing in the fic, as opposed to where I’m up to in posting, so enjoy this section from the start of Chapter 8, which as a little contextual teaser title I’ll nickname: “letters to Oliver”*
*I’m aware the Perciver took its time but it felt more natural in the fic when I rejigged the plot around the time I wrote the Charlie’s BUT it is here and it is like the a huge part of the final third of the fic I promise (and these gonna are lengthier chapters!)
Anyway: Letters to Oliver, spoilered below given it’s a fair bit ahead in the fic but it doesn’t actually spoil anything in between where I’ve posted and this point





















