While turning the pain that I show no one into strength

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Wed, 24 Dec 2008 10:13:42 GMT

Hyvää joulua, Merry Christmas, God Jul!

I bought myself a new phone ♥

Fictional celebrations...

Fri, 02 May 2008 18:58:40 GMT

Happy 10th anniversary of Voldemort's fall. Second of May year 1998 it all ended.

Sad day

Wed, 23 Jan 2008 12:34:13 GMT

Rest in Peace Heath Ledger.
You will be missed and never forgotten.

Hurray

Wed, 22 Aug 2007 14:40:03 GMT

Happy 31st Birthday Percy Ignatius Weasley <3<3

Tue, 10 Jul 2007 13:18:56 GMT

My Harry Potter Spoiler of Doom is:
Willy Wonka kills Harry on the Quidditch pitch
Get your Harry Potter Spoiler of Doom

Sat, 23 Jun 2007 11:25:02 GMT

Yo, ho, haul together,
hoist the colors high.
Heave ho, thieves and beggars,
never say we die.

Rest In Peace FinFanFun version 2.

Old year dies

Sun, 31 Dec 2006 20:33:14 GMT

Happy New Year everyone!

I hope the next year will be better than this one!

FIC: Mint-Flavoured Days

Tue, 19 Dec 2006 09:25:54 GMT

Title: Mint-Flavoured Days
Author: anna_liisaslyth
Rating: PG
Genre: General
Characters: Percy, Ron
Disclaimer: Guh, I don't own these characters. I just play with them.
A/N: This was written for the percy_ficathon and especially for emiime. I had fun writing it and I hope you enjoy reading it.

Percy didn’t have time to go out that day.

He had a report to write, even if it was his day off. Percy was always working when he had an opportunity to do so. He wasn’t really a workaholic, but he was seen as one at the Ministry of Magic. He didn’t actually mind; it was better than having some kind of a party-boy reputation, which most of the young employees seemed to have.

People always looked at Percy like he was some kind of a freak show. He never talked with other young employees or went out to drink with them. He wasn’t unsocial, but people tended to get that idea, when he didn’t stand around in the corridors talking while he should have been working. Most of the young wizards and witches did that and it annoyed Percy greatly. It was no wonder that the Ministry had become a joke in the Daily Prophet.

Percy straightened his horn-rimmed glasses and read over his report again. He wanted to be absolutely sure that there were no mistakes and that the text was loyal to the topic in discussion. He put the parchment down after seeing that it was alright and decided that he would read it once more after he’d got some rest.

“Sometimes brains will not notice mistakes when you are tired,” someone had once said. Percy didn’t remember who told him that, but he had always remembered it.

He walked to his kitchen and decided to make some tea. He always calmed down after drinking a cup or two. Mint was his favourite flavour but he was always trying new sorts of tea. That day was a mint flavoured day, which meant a happy day.

Ron didn’t have time to go out with Harry that day.

He had an unscheduled meeting with his older brother. There was no need to owl him just to tell Percy he was coming. Even if they weren’t talking to each other, they were still brothers who didn’t need an appointment. Ron knew Percy was busy with his work, but he needed to see if it was more important than talking to his family. The meeting would decide everything.

Ron stood in the elevator and watched the flying notes leave and come in. He hated waiting, but he didn’t feel like walking the stairs. People stared at him and his Muggle clothes; everyone at the Ministry had cloaks or other kind of wizard clothing. Ron just didn’t fit in, but he didn’t mind. He wasn’t going to stay.

“If you are looking for your father, he’s at the cafeteria,” an older witch said to Ron.

“No, actually I’m looking for my brother – Percy,” Ron answered.

“Ah, unfortunately he’s not here today. He has a day off.”

Ron sighed and cursed that out of all 364 days in the year Percy had to have his rare day off today. He received Percy’s address, thanked the kind witch and went back downstairs to apparate. He knew where to go, but he didn’t know in which apartment house the place was. Ron wasn’t worried though, since Percy was the only person living there with Weasley as a last name.

That day was full of surprises.

Percy had no idea he was going to have a guest at his apartment. He stared into his brothers eyes and looked surprised. Ron asked if he could come in and walked into the living room when he got a ‘yes’ for a reply. He was surprised to see Percy in muggle clothes. He was usually very official, even on vacations.

“Would you like a cup of tea?” Percy asked.

“Sure,” Ron answered and sat on the sofa.

Neither of them asked questions while Percy was preparing the tea. Ron wanted to say something, but everything he though of would have sounded either rude or just stupid. So he sat still and looked around. He noticed a Weasley family photo on top of the bookshelf. Percy wasn’t in it – he was the one taking the photo.

“I only have mint flavoured tea right now. I hope you can drink that,” Percy said when he walked into the living room with the teacups.

“What? Oh, sure,” Ron said as he took the cup.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

They drank tea in silence. Percy noticed that Ron was eager to say something so he waited for his younger brother to start the conversation. Ron was, however, waiting for Percy to say something. They both were really awkward, which was quite unfamiliar feeling to Percy. He wasn’t supposed to act like this in front of his own family members and he was sure Ron felt the same.

“Bill missed you at the wedding,” Ron finally said before Percy could open his mouth. “Why didn’t you show up?”

“I did,” Percy answered after recovering from the small shock. “I just... stood further away. I felt like my appearance would have ruined the wedding.”

“You’re bloody mental! Why would a family member ruin a celebration?”

Percy drank his tea, sighed and put the cup away. He hadn’t been thinking straight when he had decided to stay in the shadows. Percy had wanted to send a letter of apology, but he had decided it was better not to upset him more. Now he wasn’t sure if it had been the right choice.

“How did the rest of the family react?” Percy asked.

“Mom cried and Dad fell silent every time someone asked about you. Fred and George started planning a way to get revenge on you – Ginny joined them later, when she noticed you weren’t coming later either. Charlie just couldn’t believe that you didn’t show up,” Ron explained.

Percy sighed and put his face to his hands. He had possibly ruined the last chance of getting his family ties whole again. He wasn’t sure why Ron was even here. Probably just to say everything Percy was thinking of.

“I missed you too,” Ron said. “And I still do.”

Percy’s eyes widened a little when he looked at his younger brother. He wasn’t expecting those words from his brother – not from the Ron he knew. Ron looked at Percy and felt himself blush a little.

“This tea is quite good,” he said.

“Do you really feel like that?” Percy asked.

Ron nodded and kept his eyes on something else while he put his cup on the table. He looked at Percy with a small smile on his face.

“Of course I do. You’re my brother,” Ron said. “Did you think that I’d wish you -?”

“Actually, I did. You made quite clear you wanted me gone,” Percy said.

“Well, there was a time when I thought it was better that way, but seeing everyone react the way they did I realized that the family just isn’t the same without the pompous Big head boy.”

Percy raised an eyebrow with a disapproving look.

“You’re the one that makes our family special,” Ron muttered. “So please… come back?”

Ron felt embarrassed for saying all those things and prepared for a long lecture of how Percy couldn’t come back before this and before that. He was surprised when Percy took him into a hug.

“How can I say no when you ask that kindly?” Percy said.

“Git,” Ron muttered happily. “You’re making me do these embarrassing things.”

Percy didn’t answer. His heart was answering for him. Out of all the family members he was happy it was Ron who came to talk with him.

That day was definitely a happy day and Percy had several mint-flavoured days ahead of him.

ART: Percy and his Patronus

Fri, 08 Dec 2006 10:42:01 GMT

Rating: G
Characters: Percy, Patronus (supposed to be a fox)
Notes: I was bored and I thought about drawing Percy - and I did. I'm quite satisfied, but I could have done better than this :) I should probably take some lessons about drawing anatomy...

Gay rights

Tue, 03 Oct 2006 16:01:23 GMT

Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?" - ernest gaines

We would like to know who really believes in gay rights on Livejournal. There is no bribe of a miracle or anything like that. If you truly believe in gay rights, then repost this and title the post as "gay rights". If you don't believe in gay rights, then just ignore this.

FIC: Broken Ice will freeze back to normal

Wed, 28 Dec 2005 14:29:00 GMT

Title: Broken ice will freeze back to normal
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Lucius Malfoy, Percy Weasley
Word Count: 327 (at least, that’s what word says)
Rating: YTeen/PG
Summary: Percy always knew Lucius had a soft part.
Author's Notes: One of my friends thought that hurt/comfort would be a nice thing for this pairing, so I thought, why not. I wanted Percy to be the strong one in this one. Sorry for the ooc Lucius. And it’s up to you decide what’s gotten Lucius like this.

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Percy always knew Lucius had a soft part. That was the reason for him to continue being with him. Percy knew that sooner or later Lucius would show his weak side to him, even if it would be by accident. When that time came, the redheaded boy was with the blond man. There were no words, only two wizards sitting on a bed in the Malfoy Manor. Percy had his arms around Lucius. It was the only thing he could do for a man who always had his eyes on him; the only one who ever cared about his ministry career. It was only a way to show that Lucius had someone to show his weaker side to. Even if the weakness would be temporary, Percy was glad to see it. It showed that Lucius was a mere human like everyone else. It gave the redhead a reason to stand beside the blond man and take the pain.

“Nothing will make me turn around now,” Percy whispered to himself as he closed his eyes. He knew Lucius heard him, even if the man didn’t look up. He was silent the whole time.

Percy didn’t know what had caused Lucius to break down, but he didn’t care. He didn’t ask the reason because it wasn’t his business to know. If Lucius wanted to tell him, he would listen. But the redhead knew that the Malfoy wouldn’t start talking about his problems to a mere Weasley. They would never be as close as Percy would want them to be. He would only be there for Lucius and for himself. Percy would comfort the man who couldn’t show his weakness to others.

Broken ice always froze back to normal. The same would happen with Lucius. The next day everything would be back to normal. Percy didn’t care. He would stay with the man he loved. Stay next to Lucius Malfoy, where he belonged to.

Fic; If that's not love..

Thu, 15 Sep 2005 18:56:12 GMT

Title: If that's not love..
Rating: PG
Genre: Slash
Characters: Percy, Oliver
Disclaimer: Never was and never will be mine
Inspired by: the percy100 challenge. Shame I couldn't get it shorter *lol*
Summary: Percy and Oliver meet each other at the Diagon Alley. [Thank you to pteek for checking the mistakes <3]

Percy Weasley had always liked to be alone. For example, he enjoyed reading in his room alone, without the twins disturbing his concentration. However there was this one person who he allowed to be in the same room when he was studying. That person was Oliver Wood, a Gryffindor who was as old as he was. They had an understanding and they never disturbed each other when they were alone together. And they were always alone.

Once Percy met Oliver when he was buying himself a new quill at Diagon alley. They walked into a café and talked to each other for the first time in a long while. Oliver told Percy he was currently in the Puddlemere United reserve team and asked if Percy was willing to see him practise. Percy answered 'yes' because he felt like he wanted to see Oliver more often.

"That's strange," Oliver said as they left the café. "Percy Weasley is going to watch something as boring as Quidditch."
"Oh, well. I did watch it at the Quiddicth World Cup. It's not that boring, really."
"You could've been a good seeker, you know."
"Let's not go there. When I was younger Fred and George wanted to use me as their snitch..."

Oliver laughed and that... that single thing made Percy smile. Oliver laughing. It had been too long since he had heard it. Oliver watched Percy curiously, then patted his shoulder and said:

"It was nice seeing you again, Perce."
"It's Percy, thank you very much," Percy replied.
"I know. But you're cute when you cringe at 'Perce'," Oliver answered with a grin.
"Whatever... Ollie."
"Hey! That's against the rules..."

Percy shook his head and started walking again. Oliver followed him. They made each other feel better, no matter what. Even if their world would have been falling apart, they would have seen comfort in each other's eyes.

"If that's not love," Percy thought. "Then I don't know what is."

Marcus/Percy fanfiction

Mon, 20 Dec 2004 21:08:25 GMT

It's my first English-Harry Potter fanfic. It was requested at Fanforum, so I wrote it. It's really really short though.

Title: Heaven falls down
Genre: Angst, slash
Rating: PG-13
Beta: Zsanya
Paring: Percy/Marcus, Percy/Oliver
Summary: Marcus is going to get a dementors kiss. While he's in Azkaban he meets a very special someone.

A/N: My first Harry Potter fic in english. So...here it goes.

Marcus Flint stared at the wall of his cell, thinking about the next twenty-four hours. His last twenty-four hours. Even though his body wasn't going to die, his soul was going to be taken away. That was said to be worse than dead. But Marcus wasn't scared. Whatever would happen to him, he would deal with it. That's the attitude his dad once taught him and that would be his attitude until the end.

He sighed, feeling frustrated. Even if he had accepted his fate, it still bothered him. He needed to live the last hours of his life in a cell. He was forced to be alone and cold. Dementors made it colder and made him remember things he didn't want to. His father and mother, his dead brother. Everything sad and unwanted. But that's the way it was supposed to be.

"So, the great Marcus Flint is finally going to meet his end" Marcus heard someone say.
"It's none of your business, Weasley. It's none of your business" Marcus replied.
"Oh please. It is. You happened to kill someone very important to me"

Marcus got up and walked to the bars of his cell and grabbed Percy Weasley's robes.

"If Wood was so fucking important to you, why didn't you stop me?"

Percy stared into Marcus's eyes and let out a deep sigh.

"Maybe because I wasn't fast enough?"
"Hmmph, that's not a good excuse, Weasley. You could've killed me with Avada from a distance. Or then you're just a bloody chicken"

Marcus pushed Percy further away, who just stared at the older man.

"Or maybe I didn't want to kill you, Marcus. Maybe I wanted you to stay alive, so I could tell you why I chose Oliver over you... "
"Shut up"
"Acting so tough under the mask. Now you seem like nothing. Do you want to know why I chose Oliver?"
"No… "
"I'll tell you anyway. I chose him because he was something. But you... You're just a pathetic Death Eater"
"SHUT UP" Marcus yelled.

Percy just smirked. He was used to Marcus yelling at him.

"Leave, Weasley. Leave before I...I... "
"You what?"
"I... "
"Fall down to your knees and start to cry?"
"You know me. Stop telling yourself lies"
"No. I don't know you"

Percy walked closer to the bars and leaned closer to Marcus.

"I never knew you"

He gave Marcus a bad look before walking away from his cell. Marcus stared after him and closed his eyes, sitting on the bed again. Maybe Percy never really knew him, but Marcus knew Percy. He knew Percy would be crying right now. That was the only thing the younger man could do. Cry while his heaven fell down.
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