The man named Percy in the mirror and the boy who was Percival Weasley: Year one

Percy knew what had to be done,“YOU ARE OUT OF YOUR MIND! LEAVE HER MIRROR ALONE”The man yelled, clutching the mirror tighter. The male had middle-length hair as white as virgin snow and their skin was wrinkled and dry due to the man being over six hundred years old.They were currently on the old marble coral-colored floor, back up against the plain peeling wall, cradling the small silver mirror with the pictures of golden sickles beautifully embroidered on it.“Oh really? I’m out of my mind for wanting to change the future. To stop all the bloodshed and tears? All of my friends and families' deaths? The chosen one’s turning to the dark side. No, you are out of your mind Mr. Flamel”Percival Weasley woke up,He woke up in the middle of the night, breaking the carefully constructed sleep schedule he had prepared for his time at Hogwarts, where he would need to adjust to their sleep schedule.Normally Percival Weasley would be pissed, extra if he had no one to blame but himself. Tonight though,He felt an urge to go to the mirror, without any explanation or reason.Just a need.