AN: So I have finally finished this story, and can now say with certainty that it will be 201 chapters. Kinda weird to know we're on the home stretch, but hopefully the ride has been worth it.
Thank you for sticking with me! Having readers like you has been amazing!
"I cannot thank you enough for your help."
"Think nothing of it, Percy," George pulled a golden vial from his pocket. "Dad will be thrilled to see you."
"How bad is he?"
"I don't know. From what Ginevra said he's still conscious. He should be up for visitors."
"That's good to hear." Percy took the vial.
"Ginevra is beside herself. Draco refuses to support her in the slightest, and her children are no help. He's upset about his lead slipping, and his children are too busy comforting him to pay attention to her."
"As sorry as I am for Ginevra, she had to know that marrying Draco was a mistake. We are her flesh and blood, not him. She should not have backed the wrong candidate."
"Yes, she knows the right candidate is winning, and is now admitting it."
"Are any of the exit polls in yet?" He gulped the potion.
"No," George stepped towards the fireplace. "But it's only ten in the morning. I doubt any of them would be accurate anyway."
"True." Percy's hair morphed from red to a light, sandy brown. "How do I look?"
George gave him a thumbs up. "You look perfect."
"Excellent," Percy muttered as he followed George to the fireplace.
George threw in the powder and yelled "St. Mungo's."
He took Percy's hand and led him into the flames.
Once they stumbled across the threshold, a woman in an orange headscarf glanced up from today's issue of The Daily Prophet. Her eyes grew before she folded it and put it on the chair beside her. She strolled over and embraced George. "I was so worried you wouldn't come!"
"How could I ever abandon Dad?" He wrapped his arms around her.
Her attention fell on his brother. "P-percy?"
"Yes," he whispered.
"Oh I was so worried," She untangled herself from George and threw herself onto Percy. "When we spoke last night, I knew you were on the fence about coming. It's nice to know you will be there for Dad."
"I will admit that I was reluctant to come," Percy admitted. "Still, George is ever the master of disguise. Once we got mine made, there was no question I could come."
"Don't you forget how great I am at trickery." He slapped Percy on the back.
The Minister of Magic candidate scowled. "Do not thank me yet. You still do not need to engage in the kind of tomfoolery you do."
"Yes, but it can come in handy."
"Those times are rare than you would believe."
"Oh I think they are more common they would think."
"Alright both of you," Ginevra cut in.
The men turned to her.
"We need to get going. The sooner we see Dad, the better."
"Indeed," Percy replied.
In silence they made their way down the hallway. Before they could reach their destination, they heard a Mediwtich's voice.
"Now Mrs. Snape, it's important that you refrain from using unnecessary magic for the next twelve hours."
Ginevra paused before the door.
"I can refrain from using magic for that long."
She peeked inside.
"Good," the Mediwtich tapped her quill on her clipboard. "When you do use magic, pay attention to how it feels. If anything at all seems unusual, such as extra tingling, bursts of power, or spasms, contact us immediately."
"How likely are magical complications from this?"
"I don't foresee any, but you had quite a bit of magic coursing through your system. It would be wise to take it easy for the next few days, if only to give your body more time to acclimate to normal levels of magic once more."
"Just relax, Love. I can do whatever you need me to do."
"Now those are famous last words."
Ginevra turned to her right. George gestured for her to keep moving. She bit her lip and looked at George. He whispered into her ear, "The Snapes are fine. They need you to stay focused."
Ginevra's eyes hardened. "You're right."
"Are you two going to show me where Dad is or not?" Percy asked from down the hallway.
"Of course I will," Ginevra marched in front of them. "I just wanted got distracted by someone with a condition similar to Dad's, that's all."
"Focus on Dad. He needs us more than the other patient does."
"Agreed," she replied.
In silence, they continued their trek. Soon, they reached door 647. Ginevra knocked on it. "Dad?"
"Yes," she cracked open the door. "I brought a couple of people here to see you."
Arthur coughed. "You did?"
"See for yourself," Ginevra moved away from the door, allowing Percy and George to enter.
"George," Arthur's face lit up.
"Oh George! It's amazing to see you again!"
The monitors began to beep.
"Mr. Weasley please calm yourself."
All eyes turned to the man on the left side of Arthur.
"Oh don't mind him. This," Arthur wheezed and gasped for breath.
"Dad!" Ginevra exclaimed.
"I'm fine," Arthur squeaked. "This is Healer Beard. He's just taking some vital signs."
"Hello Healer Beard," George rushed over the healer and extended his hand. "I'm George, your patient's son."
"Nice to meet you," the Healer shook his hand before turning to the person beside George. "Who is your friend?"
The Healer turned to Percy. "Do you know the patient well?"
"Yes, very well."
"I'll try not to be long then."
"Oh please don't be in a rush. Take as much time as you want," Ginevra answered.
"Yes," George replied. "We want our father healed as soon as possible."
"Yes, we do," Percy replied.
The Healer scratched his chin. "I see."
"All that being said," Arthur sank back into his pillow. "I was hoping Percy or Ron would come."
"Sadly they won't leave Peru," Percy replied. "Though I'm sure they would love to."
"Yes," Arthur coughed into his arm. "It would do me good to see them one more time, just to see their faces again."
"Oh but what you have isn't terminal, is it?" Percy asked.
"I don't know," the Healer drawled as he picked up Arthur's wrist. "His pulse is strong, but his breathing is becoming more labored by the hour."
"I just want to see my sons," Arthur wheezed. "Is it too much to ask for Ron and Percy to come?"
"No," Percy answered. "It is not."
"Like I said, they refused to come when I asked them to," A tear trickled down Ginevra's eye. She pulled off her headscarf and wiped her face with it. Then, it fell from her hands. "Oops."
The Healer cleared his throat. "I should be leaving. There are other patients to see."
"I understand," George replied.
"I'll let you know if anything about your father's condition changes."
The Healer strode out of the room, whistling. Ginevra picked up her headscarf.
"Uh Peter, is that correct?"
"No, that is incorrect," Percy grasped Arthur's hand. "I'm not really Peter, but Percy."
"Percy?" Arthur shook his head. "No, no you can't be Percy. You look nothing like my son."
"It's a disguise Dad," Percy replied. "It's all one disguise."
"Yes, a disguise."
"No, no, I don't want to see a disguise," Arthur argued. "I want to see my son."
"Then see him," Percy turned to George. "Do you have any way of undoing these spells?"
"Yes," George's eyes gleamed. "All you have to do is announce your true name."
Percy took a deep breath and muttered something.
"No, it has to be loud enough for all to hear."
"I am Percy Ignatius Weasley."
"What?" George asked.
Percy glared at him. "I am Percy Ignatius Weasley!"
The Healer burst into the room, followed by three aurors. "Percy Ignatius Weasley, you are under arrest for conspiracy to contaminate the water supply, conspiracy to cover up a public emergency, and several counts of lying under oath."
Percy turned to his siblings. George's eyes were glistening whereas Ginevra's lips were curled into a small smile. Then he turned to Arthur, who was now erect and quite alert.
"Dad?" Percy's voice cracked. "You don't look so sick anymore."
"No, I'm not physically ill," Arthur answered. "I'm just sick of my children getting away with atrocious crimes."
"Don't act like you didn't try to cover up the water supply contamination and falsely imprison several people."
"That was done for the good of the Wizarding World and you know it."
Arthur sighed. "I can't allow this to continue anymore."
"What can you not allow to continue?"
"Covering up for you. I can no longer cover up my children's awful behavior."
"No buts. For too long I have allowed my children to run roughshod over the world. It stops now. From now on, we are holding each other accountable for our actions and facing justice when necessary."
"Agreed," George replied.
The aurors slapped handcuffs onto Percy. He glowered at Ginevra. "Mum will just love hearing about what you've done."
"Mum has much bigger problems than me," Ginevra replied.
Percy's eyes grew. "What problems?"
Ginevra smirked. "You'll see soon enough."
"Whatever it is, she will get out of it! I will see to that."
The aurors tugged on the cuffs.
"I will win the Minister of Magic position and restore the name Weasley to its rightful glory! Do you hear me! "
"Come on Mr. Weasley."
"You'll see! I will overcome this! I will be Minister of Magic! Then everyone will respect me! As for all of you…"
Two aurors began pulling on Percy.
"You'll be left with nothing! I will destroy all of you! You will wish you'd never betrayed me!"
The aurors dragged Percy from the room. Although his tirade continued, it was too difficult to make out all the words.
"We did it," Ginevra exhaled. "We lured out our brother and got him arrested."
"We did," George's voice was emotionless. "We did it."
Arthur grinned. "I think we finally helped justice be done."
George chuckled. "Feels good doesn't it?"
"Yes," Arthur relaxed. "I can honestly say I feel better than I have in a long time."