“Percy, what are doing,” Bill asked, he walked up, Percy took no notice of him, continuing his staring at Georges room.

“Percy?” Bill reached out, waving a hand in front of his face, still no movement.

Suddenly it clicked, sleepwalking. Bill had never encountered a sleepwalker, but had heard to never wake them up, and to lead them back to bed.

He reached out, resting a hand on Percy's shoulder and gently turned him down the hall, and steered him toward his room. It was easier than he expected.

The next morning Percy sat up in bed. What was Bill doing in his room. Percy jumped up, shaking Bill awake.

“You're not sleepwalking are you?” Bill asked, jokingly.

“I was sleepwalking?”

“Last night, standing right outside George's room.” Bill informed him, standing up, but Percy didn't move.

“Bill, could you not tell anyone about that.”

“Sure thing.”

Death happened to be a perfectly natural occurrence. So why did it upset him so much? Percy looked as the door opened and George came inside, a horrible reminder that he had let his brother die.

“Hey Percy,” George said, taking a seat.

“Yes?” Percy said, laying his pen down, paying rapt attention to him. Bill had told him that he needed to do that when people came to talk to him.

“Uh...Well,” George started. Percy waited, but his brother did not go on. The two sat in a surprisingly comfortable silence.

“I just wanted to say,” Georg carried on, looking more comfortable, “I am sorry about most of the pranks Fred and I pulled on you.”

Percy nodded, “apology accepted,” he couldn't tell whether George was truthful or not, but it made him feel better to know he was not so much of an outcast anymore.

“I'm sorry for being an incompetent brother and a jerk sometimes.” Percy said. George smiled.

“Well, then,” George said standing, “but this does not mean that I'll stop pulling pranks on you, I'll just do it less.”

“Percy nodded, “And I'll still be a jerk sometimes.” he smiled.

Percy felt a sense of satisfaction as George left the room. Things were finally starting to look up.

Percy read through the article. One of the first articles to come out after the end of the war. It gave a brief summary of the war and the battle of Hogwarts.

He flipped a few pages, starting on page five and going on to page eleven was a list of everyone who had been killed in the war, or were currently missing.

He skimmed through it, noting several people who he knew. Two names stood out from the rest, Penelope Clearwater, who dumper him once they had graduated, and George Weasley, the brother who always picked on him.

He'd loved both of them, after all they were his girlfriend, his family. Why had he given all that up for career. He didn't want it anymore, though now, with so many higher ups gone, he was still in one of the highest positions next to the Minister and assistant Minister.

Percy sat the paper down and got back to work, trying his best to act natural, though water still blotted his paperwork, forcing him to start over several times.

Red, Sano smiled, the color had so many negative symbols about it. The color of blood and fire, which figuratively, he supposed, was the 'color' of death and destruction.

However, it was also the color of love, right? The heart. Generally this stuff would not matter to him, in truth, his original thought was of the redhead currently doing the laundry in the front yard.

“Hey, Kenshin,” he called out, making his way through the gate opening.

Kenshin looked up, “hello Sano,” he said.

Sano smiled, “the little Missy and the kid aren't here then. Kenshin shook his head. Sano's grin widened and he leaned forward, planting on kiss on Kenshin's cheek.

Kenshin's blush was also a great shade of red. Sano lifted him up and carried him inside. Red also classified 'passion' right?

Why? Hadn't he suffered enough in his life? Apparently not, maybe he deserved this on some level. His mind wandered to the man sitting next to him, instead of to the woman on the his other side. It wasn't right in the least, not normal at all.

He supposed fate was cruel. He had married Kaoru because he though he loved her. And he did, just not in that way. As for a lover he wanted his best friend, not his wife. Again, it wasn't normal, but just the way he was now.

“Its nice out here, isn't it?” Kaoru said, smiling. Kenshin nodded, and leaned back, listening to the ocean. A really nice day, not a cloud in the sky, just the sun, but with a nice breeze.

“Anyway, who's hungry?” Megumi said. The others jumped up, leaving Kenshin to his thoughts, and went to set up the small picnic they had brought along for the occasion.

A while later, everyone else finished eating and went to play in the water. Kenshin looked up as Kaoru came and sat beside him, “are you okay?” She asked, snuggling to his side.

Kenshin nodded, “I'm fine, just enjoying the view.” He said, almost whispering.

Kaoru leaned up kissing him on the cheek, “it is a nice view.” She said.

Kenshin nodded, it would have been a peaceful moment if not for the fact that he could not get his mind off of his best friend. He guessed that he'd never be truly happy anymore.

“Hey,” Kaoru called out as he walked into the Haninozuka house.

“Kao-chan,” Hunney called from the dining room. Kaoru made his way down the elaborate hallways and into the equally elaborate dining hall.

He looked around, mouth opened, eyes wide. Apples everywhere, even hanging from the ceiling. Hunney sat in the single chair that was not covered in apples, with tears in his eyes, though he wasn't crying yet.

“Hunney-sempai,” Kaoru said, “what happened?”

“Chika-chan stole my cake,” he said, “I was sleeping and I woke up to eat and this is what I find.”

“Why don't you just buy more?” Kaoru asked.

Hunney shook his head. “I tried, they always send these instead.”

Chika had really planned this out, Kaoru thought. They couldn't even go to school on a Sunday. His house had no cakes, and he bet Kyouya's didn't either. Tamaki was too busy to call today. Mori might have had some, but Chika probably his those as well.

“Hey, Hunney-sempai,” Kaoru said, “why not make something else sweet, at least until tomorrow.”

“Can't, all the rest is gone too,” Hunney said.

“We have sugar at our house,” Kaoru said. He smiled as Hunney looked up at him.

“What are we making?” Hunney asked. Kaoru had called, brought the sugar from his house, and now four maids were busy in the kitchen.

“Apply pie,” Kaoru said.

Kaoru picked at the food on his plate. He really wasn't in the mood for this. He stood, opening the fridge. When he found nothing interesting there, he opened the freezer. He supposed he could have something spicy, that seemed to be all there was in there.

Generally he ate spicy food, not because he liked the taste, but just to prove to everyone he could. Today, however, no one was here, and so he closed the freezer and went to the cabinets.

His stomach growled, he sighed, opened the fridge again, this time closing his eyes, whatever he pulled out he would eat.

His hand landed on a plastic container, he opened his eyes as he took it out. Smiling, he opened it rinsed them off, and began popping strawberries into his mouth.

Percy knew that there was corruption in every government. He's expected to run into several corrupted people in the Ministry.

He shifted through paper after paper of corrupted officials, all of the muggleborns, or people associated with them in some way. He sighed, the majority were accused of stealing magic from real witches and wizards.

Utterly ridiculous, even he knew that. He came across several names of people he talked to often. He paused at the name Daniel, pretty high up in the Ministry, but had been demoted for some unknown reason.

According to his records, they were going to arrest him soon to bring him to trial. He glanced at the clock, an hour before they went to his house.

It was with that realization, that he decided to do something to these people, every name on the list was innocent. The core of the government was now corrupted.

He stood up, the wouldn't arrest him until they had seen the files. He had one hour to prove there was a witch or wizard in his family. He went to the records room and pulled out every file with Daniels last name.

He sighed, when almost an hour later he could not find trace of Daniels family in any of their backgrounds. He glanced at the door as a knock sounded, “just a minute.” He called out.

He pulled out his wand. It wasn't easy, but a few minutes later Daniel had a great-grandfather who happened to be a wizard.

Now he had to change more of these, but what about the ones he couldn't change, that it would be too suspicious.

“There's going to be a lot of work ahead,” he muttered to himself, staring at the large stacks of paper on his desk.