THE SURVEILLANCE LIST INCREASED IN NUMBER EVERY DAY. Every day, Percy idly stared at it, praying that he wouldn't see a name that would kill him. His family were already on there for obvious reasons, which hurt him enough. It pained him to see everyone he loved on the list but not himself because he cowardly chose to remain with the ministry to feed his own ambition rather than stand by his own family.

The people in the ministry always gave him a sneer or a distrusting glance whenever they had to see him or he left his office, though that was becoming less and less. Percy was practically confined to his cold, dark office reading through the magically increasing watch list and looking through paperwork to allow more dark activity which made him sick. He signed it off every time though, especially after what happened to the other man in his office, Parker.

He hoped that the war would be over soon; he needed his family to win. Any other option was not available. The death eaters couldn't win.

"Mr Weasley, have you got the paperwork for me to bring to the Minister's office?" The tall gentleman asked coldly.

"Yes sir, here it is." Percy briskly replied, handing him the papers without looking directly at his face.

"That will be all."

Percy was beginning to really hate his job.

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It felt like the name was in bold. There it was 'Ivanka Parry', screaming at him. Percy felt like he couldn't breathe; he looked at the reason.

'Close relationship with the Weasleys and Harry Potter'

This put her considerably high up on the surveillance list and it was all his fault. Ivy was going to be heavily monitored and it was all his fault. She could even be brought in for the ministry's questioning which wouldn't be good.

Percy's regrets were piling up. He refused to go to his older brother's wedding and he put Ivy at risk. It was shameful. He let his whole family get put under surveillance and he was too cowardly to stand with them. They would never forgive him.

"Mr Weasley, where is the paperwork I asked you for yesterday?"

"It's right here."

The older man forcefully took the paper from his hands and left the office. Percy's head fell into his hands. What was he doing?

He really hated his job.

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Percy made his way home, and swiftly unlocked the door. It was cold in the flat but he was used to it. He smiled at the pictures on the walls briefly before making his way to the kitchen.

He let the kettle boil to make himself a cup of tea and made a sandwich. Percy doubted he could stomach much else. He understood now. He was the weak one. His brothers weren't trying to bring his success down, they were trying to help him. He was an ignorant twat.

"Merlin, what do I do?" He didn't want to allow himself to cry, he was the one to blame, but the tears fell anyway.

The kettle noisily blew some steam to remind him to make his tea, but Percy just leant against the countertop, elbows propping him up.

"I made a mistake."

But he also knew he couldn't go back to his family, not yet. There would be too much risk.

Percy Weasley was alone, and for once in his life, he hated it.

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"The Hogwarts students need supplies?" Percy repeated quietly. "What do they need?"

"Not much, they have a lot but they definitely need more medical supplies." Aberforth replied. "The professors will become suspicious if they quickly heal, they want it to hurt."

"Have you seen Ginny at all?"

"She's come through once or twice with Longbottom." He said gruffly. "Just get some slow healing potions and bring them here on Thursday at 3am."

"I will. Don't tell anyone about this."