percy breathes harshly as he stands over the fallen minister. he glances over to his dad and gives him a brief smile before hurrying off--making sure to give him a pat on the arm. the fight is on, and they’re already ONE weasley short. fred’s death weighs heavily on his mind, but he must focus. he can’t let any more of his family die under his watch. he hurries around the great hall, dodging spells and sending out his own--when he sees it out of the corner of his eye.
ron’s outnumbered. he doesn’t know if ron realizes he’s outnumbered, but percy sees it. it’s all happening so fast, and percy feels the fear tense in his chest. “ron,” he shouts, hurrying toward his younger brother. he should send a curse, a hex, anything, but his body’s on autopilot and he runs. “ron!” barely seconds pass, but percy grabs ron by the back of his shirt and throws him down just as the glow of a spell reaches them --
percy’s never been comfortable on a broom, but it’s tradition to play quidditch on sundays during the summer. he’s fifteen and riding high--he got his prefect’s badge, and ron’s already got his acceptance into hogwarts. today he’s playing the role of chaser, but he’s not very good at it, letting his brothers whirl around him...
and then he sees fred snicker and aim the bat at ron, who’s barely old enough to even be flying on a broom. perhaps fred thinks it’s funny, but percy finds no joy in the action. he’s racing toward ron as fast as he can. “ron!” and the bludger hits him instead, knocking him right off the broom, sending him crashing into the ground below. percy lets out a cough of pain and curls into himself--he’s cracked something, because he only feels pain every time he tries to breathe. he can hear the twins laughing, while bill and charlie jump off their brooms to check if he’s all right. he waves them aside and reaches for his glasses--they flew off during the fall. “you -- idiots,” he calls out to fred and george, struggling to sit up. “you could have really HURT RON!” he’s livid, truly. they’re supposed to protect their younger siblings, not let them get hurt...
percy cries out in surprise as his skin splits. the spell cuts open his shirt, his chest, and catches him from the chin off the side of his face as he goes down. he drops to the floor, gasping, shaking hands fumbling for the wounds. fuck, he dropped his wand as he fell. then it flashes in his mind: ron. he glances over in his direction, squinting, his glasses broken. “r---ron, are you -- all right?” || @aitchthree wants some brotherly pain.