It was a very long, and complicated story, Molly Weasley knew. But she was running out of time, and eventually she just had to tell her children about the Order. Dumbledore had sent out the second letter that week, the Black family house was ready for use. They needed to move in soon.

To say that it was hard to tell the story of the Order of the Phoenix to Fred, George, Percy and Ginny—and supposedly to Ron, who, as it turned out, knew of Sirius Black's arrival before Molly even did— was an understatement. She had tried to distract herself by cooking a big, lovely breakfast for her family, but her anxiousness had caused her to whip up twice the amount of sunny side eggs than normal. She cursed slightly, under her breath, but placed it on the breakfast table nonetheless.

She called her children downstairs, hearing a distinct cracking sound seconds after her call. There, Fred and George stood, in the middle of the kitchen, before anyone else could, making Molly glare at them exasperatedly. However, she decided to save her energy for important things.

Ginny and Ron raced down the stairs a few minutes later, to be followed by Arthur, who was enjoying the last few hours of his day off by skimming through a pile of muggle newspapers. He found it odd, and mildly fascinating how apparently, you could contact someone from miles away using a bunch of random numbers in the muggle world. He had lingered in the ads section for too long.

"Come see what you lot have from the mail," Molly called, gesturing to the stack of envelopes near the sink, Errol, the family owl, perched a few feet away from it, "Fred, I think you have one from Florence, dear. Might want to get to that." a chorus of teasing erupted as Fred scrambled to snatch his letter from the pile, before any of his siblings could get their hands on it.

They were all rounded up at the table for a meal within ten minutes, the dining room alive with animated talking about anything at all. Charlie had arrived from Romania a couple days ago, per Dumbledore's request. He sat there, talking with his siblings as they all enjoyed the platter of eggs and breakfast foods laid down in front of them.

Sure enough, halfway into breakfast, Percy had arrived from work. Setting down his briefcase and shrugging off his jacket to hang on the rack, he did not look as tired as he always was whenever he came from overnight shifts. Instead, he slid in to his seat on the table, an enthusiastic smile on his face, no longer able to hold back his excitement. So, he broke out the news to his family.

"Mum, dad," he said, reaching over across the table for the sandwiches, setting a few slices on his plate, "I got a promotion today." Percy said, pride evident in his voice. Molly let out a small gasp, clasping her hands together in sheer delight, "Oh my! That's wonderful news, Percy! I'm so proud..."

He beamed happily as Arthur patted his firmly on his shoulder, "That's my boy!" he cheered, while the rest of his siblings gave a brief congratulations for his news. They couldn't care less, really, as Percy had been more annoying ever since he's started with his career at the ministry, obsessing over Fudge as if he was his religion.

"What position have you got now, Perce?" asked Bill, before shoving a spoonful of eggs in to his mouth.

"I'm Junior Assistant to Cornelius Fudge himself,"

Arthur glanced quizzically at his son, while Molly let herself swallow her food, before going on to further talk about it, "Just a year out of Hogwarts, dear. Isn't that a very high rank to take on?"

"Yeah I suppose it is." Percy said, paying no heed to the surprise that was growing among his family members, mistaking it for being impressed of his achievements, "The Minister probably sees a great deal of potential in me, is why I've moved up very early. Great pay too.. maybe I can get my own place when I've saved enough..."

"Weren't they just breathing down your neck because of the whole deal with Barty Crouch the other week?" asked Bill warily, "Why are they giving you a promotion?"

"What's it got to do with Mr. Crouch? The Minister could have realized that my oblivion towards the situation was not my fault."

"Yes, but, Perce, not trying to rain on your parade or anything," Charlie said, glancing towards his father, evident that the two were sharing the same thought, "You know what's happening to the Minister these last few weeks, ever since Dumbledore's words about You-Know-Who being back."

"He made it very clear that anyone involved with the Headmaster would face grievous difficulties at work. He's giving everyone who's friendly with Dumbledore a hard time." Bill quipped in.

"Your father's been on Fudge's watchlist too, dear, considering his...er, department...and he's very good friends with Dumbledore."

"A lot of others too, son. Jane Price more than anyone. Dumbledore just appointed her as his representative in the Ministry, all things that's got to do with the Headmaster, she has to shoulder before getting it to Dumbledore."

Fred and George perked up in their seats, "That's Florence's mum, isn't it? She's told us that there had been a lot of people coming in to their house, grilling her mum about Dumbledore and all..."

"That's right," said Bill, "Dumbledore's name is mud to the Ministry these days."

Percy frowned at his family, now setting his silverware down, "I'm aware of that. But what does that have to do with my promotion at all?"

"Well, dear, don't you reckon the Minister just wants you in his office to...report back things to him? He is aware of our family's past and continuing association with Dumbledore—"

His chair scraped back against the floor, making Molly wince. Percy was now standing up, an indignant look on his face, "Are you trying to imply that I only got my promotion because he wants me to spy on our family?" his voice wavered slightly, turning to Arthur.

"It, it could be a possibility, I mean, Junior Assistant, for the Minister himself. People have been in office longer than you have, Percy, and so far no one had been promoted as quickly as you have. And most especially not in a rank that high..."

"I thought you'd be impressed," he snapped hollowly, "Why don't you believe that my hardwork's what got me my promotion?"

"Because, like he said, it's a big leap for someone a year out of school—"

"Shut up, Bill." he glared at his brother, before averting his gaze back to Arthur, who was at loss for words. "Percy, don't talk to your brother like that," Molly said, stunned at his sudden outburst, "We didn't mean it like that."

"Well how else could you have meant it? It's plain as day, what all of you are implying. That I'm not good enough for that promotion and that Fudge is just using me. What a very trivial way of thinking."

"You know... I know what this is about." Percy was livid, staring down at each of his family members—even Ginny and Ron, who had not said anything at all during the past few minutes—with eyes filled with resent. He jabbed a finger towards Arthur's direction, "You have never had any ambition, Dad, that's why you've been stuck in the same lousy job for years. Meddling with muggle relations," he sneered, "That's why we've struggled financially all these years."

Arthur could not believe the words Percy was spouting off, as did the rest. Bill looked at his brother as if he was a madman, Charlie's mouth agape. Even if Fred and George knew Percy was a git, they didn't think it would ever have gotten to that point of extremity.

"What did you just say?" Arthur's voice was dead calm, but the twinge of rage was evident.

"How could you say that, Percy?" Charlie demanded.

"How could I? But it's true, isn't it? Ever since I've started working at the Ministry, I've been struggling with the weight of father's awful reputation. The nutter's son, is what they called me for weeks. If he would have atleast had a bit of ambition—"

Someone slammed down their spoon onto their ceramic plate, everyone expecting it to be Molly, who was usually the one who put up with issues like this. But instead it was Arthur, who, too, was now on his feet, hurt and incredulity evident on his face.

"How dare you say that!" He half-yelled apoplectically, "I've provided your needs with everything I had. And you repay me by talking back at me like that."

"That's enough." Molly tried to say, however her protests were overlapped by Percy, who dared to talk back.

"Well you're a damn right bloody idiot for sticking around Dumbledore. He's heading straight for trouble, I tell you, and once he falls, everyone he's associated to will fall with him. Fudge will make sure of that."

"Dumbledore is telling the truth about Voldemort!" Arthur declared, the alleged forbidden name rolling easily from his mouth in blind rage, "Harry saw him come back. And as to why the Minister doesn't believe that is beyond me."

"How could anyone believe anything with just a single eyewitness?" he deadpanned, "Harry could easily be a compulsive liar."

"Why the hell would he lie about it? Huh? The boy lost his parents because of him."

"Who's to say he's not enjoying the attention?" Percy sneered, words filled with hatred, Molly couldn't even believe that these were coming from him.

"Percy, stop it," his mother chastised, again drowned out by the argument as Arthur raised his voice.

"Look at you! You've barely even started serving your high rank and you're already blinded by it! Cornelius is baiting you, Percy, because he refuses to believe a word that Dumbledore says because he feels threatened by him!"

"The Minister is not threatened by some delusional old goon that you love and worship!" Percy was red in the face now, while tears started to pour from Molly's eyes. "Unlike you, father. Unlike all of you. I know where my alliance lies, and that's with the Ministry!" he said firmly.

"You don't know what you're saying!" argued Bill, "Just shut up, Perce. And sit down. Merlin, you bloody fool—"

"No!" he shouted indignantly, kicking his chair further back before stomping away from the dining room in full defiance, "If you're going to be traitors, I might as well prove to everyone that I have nothing to do with this family anymore."

"Percy—Percy please—!" Mrs. Weasley pleaded, standing up to follow him, however Arthur restrained her, "Leave him be. He thinks he knows what he's doing."

The rest of the children were still in total shock after they had witnessed the scene that unfolded. Minutes later, Percy was sprinting down the stairs with his luggage, not sparing a single glance at his family. He kicked the door open, closing with a bang against it's hinges in Percy's wake.

Molly was inconsolable, believing that he'd lost his son—to whatever madness it was that was going on—forever. She was sobbing against her husband, who's jaw was still tense, anger still radiating off of him.

"What a downright git...." said George finally, breaking the tensioned silence. They all huddled up towards Molly, soothing her with hugs and gentle rubs on the shoulder.

"It's okay mum. Percy, he, he probably just got caught up in the moment." said Ron.

"He'll come to his senses. And realize all the horrible things he's said." Ginny mumbled, her arms circled around her mother's torso.

She rubbed Ginny's arm slightly, her sobbing slowly coming to an end, "I really hope so, dear. I really hope he will."