Hi everyone, I’m new, in case ya hadn’t noticed. My first fic! Woohoo!

So yeah, disclaimer time.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and affiliated characters of the franchise… if I did, I’d have my on personal Zamboni... Now that’s what I’m talkin’ bout!

So here’s the story. Enjoy.

My Side

It’s not like I truly didn’t believe Dumbledore and Harry that You-Know-Who was back. It’s that I didn’t want to believe that He was back.

I remember what it was like growing up during the first war. Being told to shut up or I’d get us killed. Five years of being told things along those lines can seriously affect a young child.

I know I’m not the only one of my family that was traumatized by this, but I believe that I was affected the most. Bill and Charlie had memories of a life before the war. Fred and George caused as much trouble back then as they do now that they didn’t really pay any mind to what was going on around them. Ron and Ginny were too young to remember anything at all about the war, except all the stories of our savior, Harry Potter. The Boy Who Lived. More like The Boy Who Stole My Family, but that’s another story all together.

But this isn’t the only reason I had that atrocious fight with my father. I had guessed that Fudge might use me to spy on the family; I didn’t need my father shoving that fact in my face.

You see, I thought that we could reverse Fudge’s plan and spy on him. I did try and get this point across to my father, but he just would not listen. Stubbornness is a Weasley trait. I got enraged that he would not listen to my idea, so I started yelling horrible things at him and left.

Now I live in a cold and dreary flat in the gloomy city of London. Barely surviving. I want to apologize, and I should. Its just… I … I don’t know how to, or what to say. Not to mention I don’t think words alone could mend the rift I caused.

I really should apologize. Before one of us dies during this war. If my parents die before I apologize, my brothers will hate me even more. Probably send me on my way to meet my parents while their at it.

I’m going to go apologize. Today. Right this instance.

So, how was it? Please R&R. much appreciated, constructive criticism is welcomed.

Also, should I have Percy apologize or leave as is. It’s yall’s decision.

bye now.