“Perce, make me a promise, you will never forget anything about me…”
“I swear, Olly, never.”
To those words, years had passed, and things had changed, but not that. The war had destroyed every single joy in his memories, except for those chestnut brown hair and that sweet smile. Even if they had broken up at the end of school, Percy Weasley never forgot his first love. Oliver Wood. During the years working at the Ministry he had been dating a few blokes but nothing serious. None could find their way into Percy’s heart.
That’s the main reason why he was about to collapse when he crossed his pupils with those eyes he had known for his whole life. He was walking through the ways of Diagon Alley on a cozy day in autumn when he stopped in front of the Broom Shop to look at the new models of brooms thinking of the present for Angelina’s birthday that October. What was the point of being in the Department of Administration if he couldn’t make good presents to his family?
Suddenly, a young man with a broom in his hands came out to the shop, and when he saw Percy, an enormous smile appeared on his face.
The only word he was able to say was “Captain…”
The other man wasn’t exactly the same as he remembered: he had a little bear and a thin mustache, but in Percy’s perspective he was definitely hot.
The Captain came in front of him and held him in his arms.
Percy felt complete. Better than he had been in years like his life had begun to have a sense another time. Breathing that idyllic perfume reminded him of his Hogwarts days when he made Amortentia at Poison’s class.
“How are you, mate?”
“I… I’m fine, and you?”
“Pretty fine, yeah, we haven’t seen each other in years. We have a lot to talk about. Do you wanna have a coffee?”
Percy considered the idea, maybe it was time to come back to his old life, to reconnect with people who had meant something to him. To the old Percy. Now he was another person; he hadn’t the pressure to be perfect; to obtain glory. He was at peace with himself. He had been working on his temperament for a long time, and now he was ready to show up his new behaviour. In those years he hadn’t written to Oliver because he remembered why they broke up. They argued because Percy didn’t believe that Voldemort had returned and even when Oliver tried to convince him, he refused to believe. And Oliver got mad, he couldn’t accept that Percy didn’t understand something that important, that he didn’t want to fight. It broke Percy’s heart, and he made him worse, cold.
“Of course, I can’t say ‘no’ to coffee”
“I know, dear! That’s why I asked you for it”.
Laughed the boy, and Percy shook his head; he was the same sly guy as always.
At the coffee shop, he discovered that Oliver had realized his dream of becoming part of Puddlemore United, and he couldn’t be more proud of him. He had missed him so badly.
“So you did it! You realised your dream, Merlin only knows how much time you spent dreaming of a future in the Puddlemore…”
“Do you still remember it?”
Percy looked at him with a solemn expression.
“I do. I made a promise: I’ll never forget anything about you.”