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Two weeks had passed since the Weasleys had learned that Percy was missing. The uncertainty had weighed heavily on the family, each day stretching into the next with no word, no sign of where Percy might be. They had begun to fear the worst, their minds filled with dark thoughts about what could have happened to their estranged son and brother.
When Remus Lupin arrived at the Burrow, the atmosphere was tense. The Weasleys were gathered in the living room, their expressions a mixture of worry and hope as they looked at him. Lupin's face was grim, and they knew immediately that whatever news he had brought, it was serious.
"Remus," Arthur said, his voice barely above a whisper, "please, tell us. Do you know where Percy is?"
Lupin hesitated, taking a deep breath. "I do, Arthur. But... you might want to sit down for this."
The Weasleys exchanged nervous glances before finding their seats. Molly clutched Arthur's hand, her knuckles white with tension. Fred and George, usually so full of energy and mischief, were uncharacteristically quiet, their eyes fixed on Lupin. Ron and Ginny sat close together, their faces pale with apprehension.
Lupin set up an old-fashioned projector, the kind that brought back memories of their time at Hogwarts, and positioned it so the image would display on the blank wall in front of them. As he dimmed the lights, the Weasleys sat in silence, their hearts pounding in their chests.
The footage began to play.
At first, there was nothing but static, and then the image came into focus. They saw a towering steel structure—what looked like a massive cage—enclosing a wrestling ring. The crowd was enormous, their cheers and jeers echoing in the background. The camera zoomed in on a figure standing in the middle of the ring, his back turned to the camera. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and muscular, his skin bronzed and his hair dyed dark.
"Is that... Percy?" Ginny asked in disbelief, her voice barely audible.
The figure turned around, and there was no mistaking it. The face, though altered by time and muscle, was still recognizably Percy's. But this was not the Percy they had known. His expression was fierce, his eyes hardened, and his body—so different from the lanky young man they remembered—was covered in cuts and bruises.
Molly gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. "Oh, Merlin... what has he done to himself?"
The footage showed the beginning of the match. Percy—now going by the name Ryker Black—faced off against a monstrous opponent, a wrestler known as Mankind. The fight was brutal from the start, each man delivering punishing blows, using weapons, and smashing each other against the steel structure. The Weasleys watched in horror as Percy, their son, their brother, fought with a ferocity that was both terrifying and heart-wrenching.
Fred and George exchanged looks of disbelief. "What... what is this?" George stammered, unable to tear his eyes away from the screen.
"This is madness," Fred muttered, his voice shaking. "He's going to kill himself."
The footage only grew more intense. They watched as Percy climbed to the top of the cell, battling Mankind in a high-risk brawl that had the crowd on the edge of their seats. And then, with a sickening crash, they saw Percy throw Mankind off the top of the cell and down onto the announcer's table far below.
"Dear God," Arthur whispered, his face ashen.
The match continued, each moment more brutal than the last. When Mankind climbed back up, defying all odds, the Weasleys could hardly believe what they were seeing. They watched as Percy chokeslammed Mankind through the roof of the cell, sending him crashing to the mat below. They watched as Percy, covered in blood, fought back against Mankind's relentless attacks, finally delivering a tombstone piledriver onto the thumbtacks scattered across the ring.
The footage ended with Percy standing victorious, both championship belts held high in the air as blood streamed down his face. The crowd cheered wildly, but the Weasleys were silent, their minds struggling to comprehend what they had just seen.
When the projector clicked off, the room was plunged into darkness, the only sound the faint hum of the projector winding down. Lupin turned on the lights, his expression somber as he looked at the shell-shocked family.
"That's not all," Lupin said quietly, his voice breaking the heavy silence. "Percy...he's being managed by Lucius Malfoy."
Molly let out a cry of despair, burying her face in her hands. Arthur sat frozen, his mind reeling from the shock of it all. Bill and Charlie exchanged looks of disbelief, while Fred, George, Ron, and Ginny stared at Lupin, their faces pale with horror.
"Lucius Malfoy?" Arthur finally managed to say, his voice hollow. "Why would Percy be involved with him?"
Lupin shook his head. "I don't know the full story, Arthur. But it seems that Percy... or Ryker Black, as he's now known... has been drawn into a world that's far removed from anything we could have imagined. Lucius is using him, manipulating him, and I'm afraid Percy doesn't see it."
Ginny began to cry, tears streaming down her face as the reality of the situation sank in.
"How could this happen? How could Percy become... this?"
Ron clenched his fists, his anger barely contained.
"Malfoy must have gotten into his head. Turned him against us."
Fred and George, for once, had no words. The sight of their brother in that brutal match, the knowledge that he was now under Lucius Malfoy's influence, had left them speechless.
Arthur stood up, his legs trembling. "We have to do something," he said, his voice filled with determination. "We have to bring Percy back, before it's too late."
Lupin nodded.
"I agree, Arthur. But we'll need a plan. This world that Percy's involved in...it's dangerous. And Malfoy won't let him go easily."
The Weasleys gathered together, united in their resolve to save Percy from the dark path he had found himself on. They knew it wouldn't be easy, and they knew they were up against powerful forces. But they were determined to bring their son, their brother, back home.
No matter what it took.
As time went on, the horrifying images of Percy’s brutal Hell in a Cell match replayed endlessly in the minds of the Weasley family. Each time they closed their eyes, they could see the steel chair smashing into Percy’s skull, splitting it open and causing blood to pour down his face. The sight of their son and brother, so radically changed and driven to such extremes, haunted them day and night.
Arthur, in particular, was consumed by guilt. He sat in the quiet of the Burrow, his hands trembling as he replayed the footage in his mind. The more he thought about it, the more he blamed himself. His stubborn pride had kept him from reaching out to Percy, from trying to mend the rift that had grown between them.
He had told himself that Percy needed to come to his senses on his own, but now he feared that his refusal to reach out had only driven Percy further away, into a world of violence and self-destruction.
Molly watched Arthur silently, knowing that he was blaming himself but unsure how to comfort him. The distance between Percy and the family had been painful for all of them, but now it felt like a wound that might never heal. The sight of Percy, bloodied and broken in that ring, was something they couldn’t shake, a reminder of how far he had fallen.
When Remus Lupin arrived at the Burrow, the atmosphere was tense. The Weasleys were gathered in the living room, their expressions a mixture of worry and hope as they looked at him. Lupin's face was grim, and they knew immediately that whatever news he had brought, it was serious.
"Remus," Arthur said, his voice barely above a whisper, "please, tell us. Do you know where Percy is?"
Lupin hesitated, taking a deep breath. "I do, Arthur. But... you might want to sit down for this."
The Weasleys exchanged nervous glances before finding their seats. Molly clutched Arthur's hand, her knuckles white with tension. Fred and George, usually so full of energy and mischief, were uncharacteristically quiet, their eyes fixed on Lupin. Ron and Ginny sat close together, their faces pale with apprehension.
Lupin set up an old-fashioned projector, the kind that brought back memories of their time at Hogwarts, and positioned it so the image would display on the blank wall in front of them. As he dimmed the lights, the Weasleys sat in silence, their hearts pounding in their chests.
The footage began to play.
At first, there was nothing but static, and then the image came into focus. They saw a towering steel structure—what looked like a massive cage—enclosing a wrestling ring. The crowd was enormous, their cheers and jeers echoing in the background. The camera zoomed in on a figure standing in the middle of the ring, his back turned to the camera. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and muscular, his skin bronzed and his hair dyed dark.
"Is that... Percy?" Ginny asked in disbelief, her voice barely audible.
The figure turned around, and there was no mistaking it. The face, though altered by time and muscle, was still recognizably Percy's. But this was not the Percy they had known. His expression was fierce, his eyes hardened, and his body—so different from the lanky young man they remembered—was covered in cuts and bruises.
Molly gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. "Oh, Merlin... what has he done to himself?"
The footage showed the beginning of the match. Percy—now going by the name Ryker Black—faced off against a monstrous opponent, a wrestler known as Mankind. The fight was brutal from the start, each man delivering punishing blows, using weapons, and smashing each other against the steel structure. The Weasleys watched in horror as Percy, their son, their brother, fought with a ferocity that was both terrifying and heart-wrenching.
Fred and George exchanged looks of disbelief. "What... what is this?" George stammered, unable to tear his eyes away from the screen.
"This is madness," Fred muttered, his voice shaking. "He's going to kill himself."
The footage only grew more intense. They watched as Percy climbed to the top of the cell, battling Mankind in a high-risk brawl that had the crowd on the edge of their seats. And then, with a sickening crash, they saw Percy throw Mankind off the top of the cell and down onto the announcer's table far below.
"Dear God," Arthur whispered, his face ashen.
The match continued, each moment more brutal than the last. When Mankind climbed back up, defying all odds, the Weasleys could hardly believe what they were seeing. They watched as Percy chokeslammed Mankind through the roof of the cell, sending him crashing to the mat below. They watched as Percy, covered in blood, fought back against Mankind's relentless attacks, finally delivering a tombstone piledriver onto the thumbtacks scattered across the ring.
The footage ended with Percy standing victorious, both championship belts held high in the air as blood streamed down his face. The crowd cheered wildly, but the Weasleys were silent, their minds struggling to comprehend what they had just seen.
When the projector clicked off, the room was plunged into darkness, the only sound the faint hum of the projector winding down. Lupin turned on the lights, his expression somber as he looked at the shell-shocked family.
"That's not all," Lupin said quietly, his voice breaking the heavy silence. "Percy...he's being managed by Lucius Malfoy."
Molly let out a cry of despair, burying her face in her hands. Arthur sat frozen, his mind reeling from the shock of it all. Bill and Charlie exchanged looks of disbelief, while Fred, George, Ron, and Ginny stared at Lupin, their faces pale with horror.
"Lucius Malfoy?" Arthur finally managed to say, his voice hollow. "Why would Percy be involved with him?"
Lupin shook his head. "I don't know the full story, Arthur. But it seems that Percy... or Ryker Black, as he's now known... has been drawn into a world that's far removed from anything we could have imagined. Lucius is using him, manipulating him, and I'm afraid Percy doesn't see it."
Ginny began to cry, tears streaming down her face as the reality of the situation sank in.
"How could this happen? How could Percy become... this?"
Ron clenched his fists, his anger barely contained.
"Malfoy must have gotten into his head. Turned him against us."
Fred and George, for once, had no words. The sight of their brother in that brutal match, the knowledge that he was now under Lucius Malfoy's influence, had left them speechless.
Arthur stood up, his legs trembling. "We have to do something," he said, his voice filled with determination. "We have to bring Percy back, before it's too late."
Lupin nodded.
"I agree, Arthur. But we'll need a plan. This world that Percy's involved in...it's dangerous. And Malfoy won't let him go easily."
The Weasleys gathered together, united in their resolve to save Percy from the dark path he had found himself on. They knew it wouldn't be easy, and they knew they were up against powerful forces. But they were determined to bring their son, their brother, back home.
No matter what it took.
As time went on, the horrifying images of Percy’s brutal Hell in a Cell match replayed endlessly in the minds of the Weasley family. Each time they closed their eyes, they could see the steel chair smashing into Percy’s skull, splitting it open and causing blood to pour down his face. The sight of their son and brother, so radically changed and driven to such extremes, haunted them day and night.
Arthur, in particular, was consumed by guilt. He sat in the quiet of the Burrow, his hands trembling as he replayed the footage in his mind. The more he thought about it, the more he blamed himself. His stubborn pride had kept him from reaching out to Percy, from trying to mend the rift that had grown between them.
He had told himself that Percy needed to come to his senses on his own, but now he feared that his refusal to reach out had only driven Percy further away, into a world of violence and self-destruction.
Molly watched Arthur silently, knowing that he was blaming himself but unsure how to comfort him. The distance between Percy and the family had been painful for all of them, but now it felt like a wound that might never heal. The sight of Percy, bloodied and broken in that ring, was something they couldn’t shake, a reminder of how far he had fallen.
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