FIC: Floo-o-gram-- gen, rated pg/pg13
Title: Floo-o-gram
Author: lisa roquin
Rating: 13?
Fandom: Harry Potter
Summary: The last time Bill had seen a floo-o-gram was when the news had come about the deaths of his Prewett uncles and their families.
Warnings: character death.
Disclaimer: All copyrighted characters and their respective universes are the property of their creators, authors, writers, production companies, publishers etc. Quite simply if you recognize it, it is in no way shape or form mine. This is purely for entertainment. No money made.
Author's Note: for sexiest_weasley 's "lasts" challenge. This sprang to mind immediately on seeing the challenge, and by some miracle children (engrossed in new game) and muses cooperated at the same time.
Bill trudged into the office bone tired, his supervisor had said he was to go directly to Mr. Gravelstone's office.
The goblin was looking at him sympathetically. Bill felt a chill to his very soul despite the fact Cairo was in the middle of a record breaking heat wave. "You'll be leaving us early, Weasley."
Bill frowned, he'd put in for his transfer, and it had come through, along with the time off so he would be closer to home with You Know Who back and beginning to gather his allies. He wasn't due to leave for another month though. Not until the first of August, spend a few weeks with his family before starting September first at the Paris Gringotts, which had been reluctant second choice to the London branch but most assuredly closer to home than Cairo.
"This came this morning. Your apartment has been packed and your things will be forwarded. There's a portkey waiting for you in Vault 8. I am sorry, Weasley, and we hope to have you come back when that wizard is taken care of in Britain."
Bill's hand shook as he reached for the floo-o-gram. Floo-o-grams were rarely seen. Bill himself hadn't seen one in at least fourteen, closer to fifteen years. Not since... not since shortly after the night Harry Potter survived the attack that killed his parents. Charming a bit of parchment to survive floo transport was more trouble than it was worth, a tricky tedious series of charms not many could manage. It was a fussy sort of business, making floo-o-gram parchment, one that took meticulous precision and the patience to go through the two hours of consecutive charms for a single sheet of parchment.
Floo-o-grams had been used often as they were hard to intercept and hard to trace as they could only be traced to who did the charms work, not who had sent the floo-o-gram. Lily Potter and Filius Flitwick had exhausted themselves charming sheaves of parchment during the first war. He remembered his mother clucking how worried she was about Lily over doing while she was pregnant when his parents had returned from order meetings. He'd still been awake, left in charge of the younger ones including newborn Ron, the toddler twins, four year old Percy and nine year old Charlie. Bill himself had only been twelve, but it was only a couple hours and it was after the others had gone to bed when his parents went to Order Meetings.
He remembered the floo-o-gram that had brought news of the deaths of his Prewett uncles and their families. His mother's sobbing, the twins terrified, Percy had clung to his leg while he somehow juggled the twins and Charlie held Ron. Charlie had run to the floo and summoned their father home from work, the Weasley brothers utterly at a loss as to what was wrong with their mother and terrified to see her so hysterical with grief.
Percy had mastered the floo-o-gram spells when he was fourteen. He'd been so proud. Fred and George had set off dung bombs in Percy's room after two days of Percy telling everyone that he'd charmed floo-o-gram parchment.
"Bill,
Please come home immediately. Your parents desperately need you home. Your mother is beside herself. There's no easy way to tell you this but Percy was killed last night in a death eater raid. I am so very sorry,
Hermione Granger.
Hermione. He should have known. Hermione was the meticulous and methodical type, she certainly would manage the trick of floo-o-gram parchment.
Percy. Merlin.
Percy was dead.
The last time he'd seen his brother had been just after their father had been injured by Nagini. They'd argued. Bill had tried to reason with Percy, make him see sense. Voldemort was back and Fudge was playing ostrich with his head in the sand.
Bill swallowed.
He'd never speak with his little brother again. It didn't matter they were both grown and lived on separate continents, Percy was his baby brother. Bill was the oldest. "Watch out for the little ones" had been drilled in him since Charlie's birth.
Percy had been his baby. He'd played with Percy as a baby and toddler far more than any of the others. Especially with the difficult time their mother had with the twins pregnancy. She'd been so ill and tired all the time. Percy had been his little shadow for years until Bill had started Hogwarts and then during summers at home. The twins had each other, and Ron easily fell in with them. Ginny was his mother's last and her only girl. Percy had been born as Voldemort began his open bid for power, then the twins. Ron. Finally Ginny. Percy had been such a quiet and well mannered baby and small child that he'd been unintentionally somewhat lost in the shuffle.
The last thing he'd said to his brother had been "Bloody hell, Perce, your stubborn blindness is going to get you killed. Dumbledore is right. Harry is right. Mum and Dad are right. Voldemort is back! I give up. When you come to your senses go home, Mum misses you."
His baby brother was dead.
"We'll miss you, Weasley"
Bill nodded absently at the goblin in charge of Gringotts Cairo.
"The portkey will take you to Vault 8 in London they're expecting you. Your things will be available at London to pick up anytime after noon tomorrow. It's all arranged."
Bill nodded again. "Thank you, sir,"
"Go on, Weasley, your family needs you...and the girl who charmed this...tell her we could use someone with her skill in a few years."
Typical goblin, looking for profit of one sort or another no matter the circumstance. Bill was too used to goblins to be taken aback by that. It was meant as a compliment to Hermione in a goblin-ish sort of way, not any disrespect to Bill's loss.
He made his way to Vault 8. Merlin. The last time he'd seen his brother was the last time he'd ever see Percy alive.
He gathered his scattered thoughts as best he could, shoved his own pain down. His parents had to be devastated. The kids--the twins, Ron, Ginny-- would be a mess, even if they hadn't gotten along, Percy was still their big brother. Ron would have the hardest time, and be the biggest ass about everything. Ron would need a strong hand for a bit, and to be kept away from their mother somewhat. Ron would get angry. Their mother wouldn't be able to deal with it just now.
Bill was angry. He wanted the bastard who killed his little brother, and he wanted to make him suffer.
He swallowed, closed his eyes and reached for the portkey that would take him home to England.
Author: lisa roquin
Rating: 13?
Fandom: Harry Potter
Summary: The last time Bill had seen a floo-o-gram was when the news had come about the deaths of his Prewett uncles and their families.
Warnings: character death.
Disclaimer: All copyrighted characters and their respective universes are the property of their creators, authors, writers, production companies, publishers etc. Quite simply if you recognize it, it is in no way shape or form mine. This is purely for entertainment. No money made.
Author's Note: for sexiest_weasley 's "lasts" challenge. This sprang to mind immediately on seeing the challenge, and by some miracle children (engrossed in new game) and muses cooperated at the same time.
Bill trudged into the office bone tired, his supervisor had said he was to go directly to Mr. Gravelstone's office.
The goblin was looking at him sympathetically. Bill felt a chill to his very soul despite the fact Cairo was in the middle of a record breaking heat wave. "You'll be leaving us early, Weasley."
Bill frowned, he'd put in for his transfer, and it had come through, along with the time off so he would be closer to home with You Know Who back and beginning to gather his allies. He wasn't due to leave for another month though. Not until the first of August, spend a few weeks with his family before starting September first at the Paris Gringotts, which had been reluctant second choice to the London branch but most assuredly closer to home than Cairo.
"This came this morning. Your apartment has been packed and your things will be forwarded. There's a portkey waiting for you in Vault 8. I am sorry, Weasley, and we hope to have you come back when that wizard is taken care of in Britain."
Bill's hand shook as he reached for the floo-o-gram. Floo-o-grams were rarely seen. Bill himself hadn't seen one in at least fourteen, closer to fifteen years. Not since... not since shortly after the night Harry Potter survived the attack that killed his parents. Charming a bit of parchment to survive floo transport was more trouble than it was worth, a tricky tedious series of charms not many could manage. It was a fussy sort of business, making floo-o-gram parchment, one that took meticulous precision and the patience to go through the two hours of consecutive charms for a single sheet of parchment.
Floo-o-grams had been used often as they were hard to intercept and hard to trace as they could only be traced to who did the charms work, not who had sent the floo-o-gram. Lily Potter and Filius Flitwick had exhausted themselves charming sheaves of parchment during the first war. He remembered his mother clucking how worried she was about Lily over doing while she was pregnant when his parents had returned from order meetings. He'd still been awake, left in charge of the younger ones including newborn Ron, the toddler twins, four year old Percy and nine year old Charlie. Bill himself had only been twelve, but it was only a couple hours and it was after the others had gone to bed when his parents went to Order Meetings.
He remembered the floo-o-gram that had brought news of the deaths of his Prewett uncles and their families. His mother's sobbing, the twins terrified, Percy had clung to his leg while he somehow juggled the twins and Charlie held Ron. Charlie had run to the floo and summoned their father home from work, the Weasley brothers utterly at a loss as to what was wrong with their mother and terrified to see her so hysterical with grief.
Percy had mastered the floo-o-gram spells when he was fourteen. He'd been so proud. Fred and George had set off dung bombs in Percy's room after two days of Percy telling everyone that he'd charmed floo-o-gram parchment.
"Bill,
Please come home immediately. Your parents desperately need you home. Your mother is beside herself. There's no easy way to tell you this but Percy was killed last night in a death eater raid. I am so very sorry,
Hermione Granger.
Hermione. He should have known. Hermione was the meticulous and methodical type, she certainly would manage the trick of floo-o-gram parchment.
Percy. Merlin.
Percy was dead.
The last time he'd seen his brother had been just after their father had been injured by Nagini. They'd argued. Bill had tried to reason with Percy, make him see sense. Voldemort was back and Fudge was playing ostrich with his head in the sand.
Bill swallowed.
He'd never speak with his little brother again. It didn't matter they were both grown and lived on separate continents, Percy was his baby brother. Bill was the oldest. "Watch out for the little ones" had been drilled in him since Charlie's birth.
Percy had been his baby. He'd played with Percy as a baby and toddler far more than any of the others. Especially with the difficult time their mother had with the twins pregnancy. She'd been so ill and tired all the time. Percy had been his little shadow for years until Bill had started Hogwarts and then during summers at home. The twins had each other, and Ron easily fell in with them. Ginny was his mother's last and her only girl. Percy had been born as Voldemort began his open bid for power, then the twins. Ron. Finally Ginny. Percy had been such a quiet and well mannered baby and small child that he'd been unintentionally somewhat lost in the shuffle.
The last thing he'd said to his brother had been "Bloody hell, Perce, your stubborn blindness is going to get you killed. Dumbledore is right. Harry is right. Mum and Dad are right. Voldemort is back! I give up. When you come to your senses go home, Mum misses you."
His baby brother was dead.
"We'll miss you, Weasley"
Bill nodded absently at the goblin in charge of Gringotts Cairo.
"The portkey will take you to Vault 8 in London they're expecting you. Your things will be available at London to pick up anytime after noon tomorrow. It's all arranged."
Bill nodded again. "Thank you, sir,"
"Go on, Weasley, your family needs you...and the girl who charmed this...tell her we could use someone with her skill in a few years."
Typical goblin, looking for profit of one sort or another no matter the circumstance. Bill was too used to goblins to be taken aback by that. It was meant as a compliment to Hermione in a goblin-ish sort of way, not any disrespect to Bill's loss.
He made his way to Vault 8. Merlin. The last time he'd seen his brother was the last time he'd ever see Percy alive.
He gathered his scattered thoughts as best he could, shoved his own pain down. His parents had to be devastated. The kids--the twins, Ron, Ginny-- would be a mess, even if they hadn't gotten along, Percy was still their big brother. Ron would have the hardest time, and be the biggest ass about everything. Ron would need a strong hand for a bit, and to be kept away from their mother somewhat. Ron would get angry. Their mother wouldn't be able to deal with it just now.
Bill was angry. He wanted the bastard who killed his little brother, and he wanted to make him suffer.
He swallowed, closed his eyes and reached for the portkey that would take him home to England.