Random starter lol. Takes place in Percy's fourth year. This flopped so I'm taking it here lol.
Sir Percival Ignatius Weasley is 14 years old here.

Percy was in his bedroom feverishly scrubbing the floor for the fourth time, a face mask on and wearing protective gloves. A flu epidemic was going through Devon, and Ginny and Ron were sick. Percy had tape on his doorway to prevent anyone from coming in, and even a sign with the plague symbol that said STAY OUT.

Arthur was notified of his third eldest son's strange behavior when Fred and George ran downstairs, giggling. "Percy is going mad!"

George was almost falling over from laughter. "He's taped his door!"

Arthur tried not to chuckle at the thought of Percy taping his door. "Has he now?"

He began to ascend the stairs, preparing himself to engage with his son. He'd been worried about the kid lately. Percy had been increasingly... excitable.

Percy really was a good kid. He was early in his teen years and going through all the confusion of being a teenage boy. He'd also noticed his son... changing. When previously Percy was enthusiastic and excitedly sharing books and snippets of information he learned, he was quiet. Percy's change in behavior hadn't escaped Arthur's notice.

When he entered the second floor, his senses were assaulted by the harsh fumes of chemicals. Arthur quickened his pace, frowning deeply. He knew Percy was smart, but he didn't seem to be knowledgeable about chemical safety.

He slowed his footsteps, knowing that Percy was....jumpy lately. He knocked on the wall and then the door, hoping to avoid spooking the high strung boy. "Percy?"

Percy turned off the radio that was blasting The Cure and sat up, having previously been spraying something on the carpet. Arthur inwardly smiled at how his son shared his love for Muggle music. The potent fumes in the room nearly knocked Arthur off his feet. "Percy, get out of here. You'll knock yourself out with those fumes."

Percy's eyes were unnaturally wide, and his cheeks were flushed. Arthur began to fear for the kid's sanity. "Don't. Don't! Please!"

Arthur stopped in his tracks, hands held up. He was calm on the outside, but internally, he was shaken. He'd never seen Percy like this before. "Okay, Percy. I'm not going to come in. Can you please explain.... what you're doing?"

It was then that Percy slowly began to come back to reality. He couldn't explain why he was doing what he was doing. His mouth hung open as he stared at his father, and then, admitting defeat, he looked at his gloved hands. "Getting rid of the germs."

Arthur gently touched his son's shoulder. "Let's open a window in here, yeah? You need fresh air. And then...we'll talk."

Percy nodded, seeming a bit calmer now. But his eyes were still glowing and his hands were shaking. Arthur thought to himself, this poor kid.

The two went downstairs and out to the garden. Arthur was hoping the flowers would calm the boy down. Percy seemed to like flowers.

Percy burst out with a flap of his arms, "They were touching things, Dad. They kept touching things. They wouldn't stop. I'm fixing it. I'm fixing it all."

Arthur's worry increased. Percy wasn't making any sense. He was rambling now, gesturing emphatically with his hands.

Percy went back to cleaning, muttering to himself. Arthur helplessly let him.

"Arthur, dear, just let it get out of his system. He'll get back to normal."

Molly came over, a comforting hand on his back. Arthur sighed. "You're right."

If only she had been right.

In the days afterwards, Percy didn't sleep. He barely ate, only obsessively cleaning his bedroom. When Percy did leave his room, he was fidgeting, his eyes darting about, not focusing on anything.

Percy didn't calm down until the last day before school was back in session, and he stayed in bed.

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