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The evening sky over Malfoy Manor was dark and heavy, as if reflecting the gravity of the conversation that was about to take place inside. Percy Weasley had requested an emergency meeting with Lucius Malfoy, something that was both unusual and unexpected. When Percy arrived at the manor, he was quickly ushered into Lucius's private study, a room filled with rich, dark wood, elegant furniture, and an air of quiet power.

Lucius, seated behind his imposing desk, looked up as Percy entered. His pale eyes were sharp with curiosity as he gestured for Percy to take a seat. "Percy," Lucius began, his tone measured and calm, "this must be important for you to request a meeting on such short notice. What’s on your mind?"

Percy hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath and spoke. "Lucius, I have some news. Penelope Clearwater…she’s pregnant. With my child."

Lucius's expression flickered with surprise, though he quickly masked it, his demeanor returning to its usual calm. "Pregnant, you say?" he repeated, leaning back in his chair. "And I assume this is why you've come to see me."

Percy nodded, his hands clenched into fists on his lap. "I intend to marry her, Lucius. I want to do right by her and by my child."

Lucius raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. "And why, may I ask, are you telling me this? Have you not informed your family?"

Percy looked away, a shadow crossing his face. "I haven’t spoken to my family in nearly two years. I’ve… distanced myself from them, as you know. They wouldn’t understand the decisions I’ve made, or the path I’ve chosen."

Lucius studied Percy for a moment, intrigued by the younger man’s determination. "So, you’ve come to me because you see me as someone who understands your choices, your ambitions?"

Percy met Lucius’s gaze, his eyes filled with a steely resolve. "Yes. And I’ve made a decision, Lucius. I want to enter FMW. I want a match."

Lucius couldn’t hide his surprise this time. "FMW? Percy, you have no experience in that world. It’s not something you can simply walk into unprepared. The fighters in FMW are seasoned, brutal, and you… well, you are not."

Percy’s jaw tightened, his resolve unwavering. "I know. But I’m a fast learner. I’ll do whatever it takes. I want to become the best there is, and I’m willing to put in the work. I want to build a life for Penelope and our child, a life that’s secure, that’s beyond what I could ever achieve as Percy Weasley."

Lucius leaned forward, intrigued by the fire in Percy’s eyes. The idea of taking a lowly Weasley and turning him into someone of influence and power was tempting. It would be a challenge, yes, but it was a challenge that Lucius found himself drawn to.

"You’re serious about this," Lucius said slowly, his mind already turning over the possibilities. "But you’re only twenty years old. You’ll need guidance, someone to manage your career."

Percy nodded. "I was hoping you might take on that role. You’ve already helped me in so many ways, and I trust your judgment."

Lucius smiled, a cold, calculating smile. "Very well. I’ll be your manager, Percy. But there are certain stipulations you’ll need to meet before I can get you into FMW. The other owners are from pureblood families, and they’ll be reluctant to accept someone like you."

Percy’s expression hardened, but he nodded. "What do I need to do?"

Lucius stood up, walking around his desk to stand before Percy. "First, you’ll need a new name. The Weasley name won’t carry any weight in FMW, and it may even work against you. You need an identity that commands respect, that people will remember."

Percy’s heart pounded in his chest, but he forced himself to stay calm. "A new name. I understand."

Lucius’s eyes gleamed with approval. "Good. I’ll handle the negotiations with the other owners, but you must be prepared to erase everything that makes you a Weasley. You’ll dye your hair, get a tan, and adopt a new persona. You’ll have to embrace this new identity fully if you want to succeed."

Percy’s mind raced, but he knew this was the path he had chosen. "What will my new name be?"

Lucius smiled, his voice smooth as silk. "Ryker Black."

The name hung in the air between them, heavy with significance. Percy rolled it over in his mind, trying to imagine himself as someone entirely new, someone powerful, someone who could leave the shadows of his past behind.

"Ryker Black," Percy repeated, feeling the name settle within him, taking root. "I’ll do it."

Lucius nodded, satisfied with Percy’s determination. "Good. You’ll start by transforming yourself. Get the hair dye, the tan, and the new wardrobe. Dress for the part you’re going to play. When you’re ready, I’ll arrange your first match."

Percy stood, his heart pounding with a mix of fear and excitement. "Thank you, Lucius. I won’t let you down."

Lucius watched as Percy left the study, a small smile playing on his lips. Turning Percy Weasley into Ryker Black would be a challenge, but it would also be a triumph—a demonstration of how malleable identity truly was, and how power could be shaped and controlled.

Percy spent the next few days transforming himself. He dyed his hair a deep, striking black, a color that erased the last vestiges of his Weasley heritage. He spent hours in tanning salons, his skin darkening to a tone that was unfamiliar but powerful, erasing the pale complexion that had marked him as a Weasley.

He purchased the most expensive clothes he could find, suits that were tailored to perfection, shoes that gleamed with polish. The transformation was complete, and when Percy looked at himself in the mirror, he saw someone entirely new; a man who was ready to take on the world, a man who would stop at nothing to achieve his goals.

Ryker Black was born, and with Lucius Malfoy as his guide, Percy was ready to step into the brutal world of FMW, leaving Percy Weasley behind forever.