The castle was quieter than usual that evening, with only the distant echo of footsteps in the corridors and the occasional flicker of torchlight. You had been waiting for Percy Weasley in the library, your curiosity tinged with worry. He had been acting… strange all week, secretive, distracted, and unusually tense.

Finally, he slipped in, hood pulled low over his head, eyes darting around as if expecting someone to appear from the shadows.

“You weren’t supposed to see me tonight,” he said, his voice low, urgent. “But… I need someone I trust.”

You leaned forward. “Percy, what’s going on? You’ve been acting… different.”

He hesitated, then sighed. “I’ve been sent on a mission. Something… sensitive. I have to go undercover to gather information about a group that’s planning something dangerous. I can’t tell anyone in Gryffindor—or the castle, really. But I needed to warn you… and maybe… get your help.”

Your heart pounded. Percy Weasley, usually so proper and rule-bound, was putting himself at risk—and he wanted you involved.

Over the next few nights, the two of you worked in secret. Percy, in disguise, infiltrated meetings and eavesdropped on dangerous figures, while you helped by researching clues, passing messages, and keeping his presence hidden from curious classmates and staff. Each time he returned, he was tense but relieved to see you safe.

One evening, after a close call with discovery, he caught you staring at him, concern and admiration written across your face. “You’re braver than you realize,” he said quietly. “I… don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you.”