The two brothers stared at each other for a long time, neither believing what he saw in the other.
Percy lowered his gaze from Bill’s once handsome face. He had received a letter a few weeks ago about the attack, but only now did the information seem concrete to him. Bill was covered in deeps scratches that were still fresh and red, his eyes were steely and intimidating, not the warm blue ones he remembered his big brother having.
“I heard you sent your Weasley sweater back” Bill said lowly.
“So what if I did?” Percy challenged, pretending to sort some papers on his tiny desk.
“How could you do that?”
Percy kept his gaze low and on the blank parchment in his hand “I don’t have to answer to you”
“Our mother has been crying her eyes out over you,” Bill said with disgust “so you had better answer me”
“Or what?” Percy muttered, not daring to look up at his brothers ruined face.
Bill took a breath as if to calm himself, but his words were cold and harsh
“Do you realize how much your hurting them? Can you use any of that brain power to think of what your doing to your family? All because you can’t admit that you were wrong. . .”
“That has nothing to do with it!” Percy yelled, daring a glare at his brother.
“Than what is it about, Percy?”
Percy didn’t answer his brother because he knew he had lied, instead he snarled “Is that why you came? To try and make me feel guilty?”
“No, I'm here to tell you what your doing to yourself! And what a selfish coward your being!”
“Get out!” Percy fumed
“I'm not going anywhere until I talk some sense into that thick skull of yours!”
Percy continued to avoid his brothers’ gaze, which made it very hard to seem intimidating “I said leave”
“Look at me, Percy” Bill said suddenly, Percy kept his gaze down “Look at me!”
Percy looked at his brother to see that his deformed face had softened a bit, but when Bill spoke his voice carried bite. “People are dying everyday, disappearing off the streets. Now is not the time to hold grudges or say and do things that you don't really mean. Everyday you have a chance to go home and say that your sorry, but one morning you might wake up and find that you can't, and then the only thing you'll have to apologize to is a tomb”
These words stung Percy in a way that he hadn't expected one of his brothers speeches could have.
“They don’t want to see me,” Percy muttered “They hate me now”
“No,” Bill told him “Their just angry, it would take a while but they would forgive you”
“How do you know?”
“Because Mum already has, Dad has too he just doesn't know it yet, and so do I” He paused “the others will catch on soon enough”