Fly on the Wall

Summary - The Autobiography of the muggle girl that fell in love with Percy Weasley and their life together. An objective view of the Wizarding World.


Chapter 1 - Soho Square

My most vivd memory from my entire experience in life is probably one that isn't that important. I am able to write about my life in such detail through my familly and their extensions. We have relived the memories and told our children them, everyone knows the big stories and the small private ones are more memorable anyway. I have everyone's view on every proposal, every marriage, every birth and every death.


Yet, this memory is different. It was the summer before I turned 21 and I was walking towards the Tottenham Court Road tube station from Soho Square and I stood on what felt like a stone. It is from this moment on that I can remember every singular time when something strange is explained by their world. I can look back on times when I thought, that's really wierd and know that it is probably something to do with them.


When I was 18 there were these things. I had just started University and when I was getting the train from Uxbridge to Waterloo, the entire carriage went cold. The Underground as a place is infamously and ridiculously hot. In the winter, in the rain and in the blisstering city heat - at all times it is unrelenting and cruel. So when my jacket froze solid to the back of my seat, I was immediately suspicious. I can only remember the fear from then on, the hideous and pulse stopping fear that corsed through my body and made my hand put my keys between my fingers. The man who had robbed our house three years earlier's corpse hitting the other side of the bedroom door and colliding with the carpet next to where I sat on the bed.

Dementors.

That boy from the year about who's hand turned into a balloon and then exploded and then regrew a hand.


Accidental magic. That one really freaked me out.


But stepping on that stone is till the point from which my life went from being a girl that lived in London her entire life and was although told by other's repeatedly how brilliantly 'quirky' she was, atrociously normal. Compared to them anyway, I was the most muggle of all muggles and when approximately 30 seconds after stepping on, what turned out to be a knut, falling on top of my future husband - I started to find out just how normal I was.

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It was a really nice day, after an April that had flooded most of the country we were having a May that more than made up for it. It was hot and summer nearly every day and I had walked from Liberty's because I didn't see the point in being under the ground in the tireless heat for longer than I had to. When walked through Soho Square there were the usual small groups of people having lunch that crowded the grass areas and a Starbucks vender from the store on the corner of Oxford Street. I had gone for bright colours, turquoise and pink t-shirt my Mum had gotten from Maui in the seventies and a red skirt I had gotten from an American Apparel binge. Hair up, sunglasses on.

Headphones on top volume. Which is probably why when a very tall and skinny redheaded boy dropped the change he was holding, I didn't notice. So when I stepped on his money, I didn't look up to see if anyone was there too. That park is usually packed but in my head it's always an empty as when I'm walking home from G-A-Y. My hand was already trying to pick up the offending object when the redhead's hand pulled my arm accidentally - thus pulling me on top of him.

"Fuck, sorry." I said, pushing my hands either side of his suprisingly broard chest, getting up and olding out a hand to help him. His face looked as though all he could concentrate on was blushing. He blushes a lot. He coughed and muttered a sorry before taking hold of my hand and pulling himself up. He looked down at me from a good foot away, he was still muttering but nothing that I could make out. I just smiled and waited for him to finish.

"Are you alright?" He asked, ending the long streem of drivel. He looked flustered and now back on his two feet he looked aggrivated.


"I'm good, have you got all of your...?" I didn't know what to call them and just spread my hands out towards the floor to look if he'd left any.


"Oh Merlin, Harry's going to kill me." I know that sentence off by heart. Anything else I write may be imagined because I can't remeber exactly what has been said but I know he said that. I memorised that sentence and said to myself over and over again because for the life of me - I couldn't work out why he had said Merlin. "Do you have any mug... change? I have to get the tube and I can't seem to find any." What he was saying was perfectly normal, anyone anywhere could have said those words but he seemed to say them as if he didn't know exactly wat he was talking about and whether or not he had gotten it right.


Later on he would tell me why he was in Soho Square and didn't have any muggle money on him, but I don't exactly remember. I think Harry had sent him to get something and apparating had been a strictly in case of emergancy.


"Come on, I'm heading that way anyway you can use my extra Oyster." I said walking past him and beckoning him to come with me. He looked completely baffled, he must have been. He did, to his eternal credit, follow me. Even if his small talk was spectacularly bad.


"Percy Weasley." He said.

"Oh, umm. India Ogilvie." I am not the most eloquent girl at the best of times and this has not changed since becoming a woman. I have a type, most people do. Mine is not predictable and tends to along the lines of weird, nerdy and pretty. Percy was all three and I knew straight wawy that I wanted to know him. Why was he so serious all the time? Why was he wearing so much cord? And why did he just lick my Oyster card?

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The second question has never been answered, it's a Weasley thing not a Wizarding thing. Thats all I know. He was serious because he wanted to be taken seriously and yet for a long time his family did anything but and he licked my oyster card because he thought it might be something muggle that was Oyster flavoured.


I decided about 3 days later that I was going to fall in love with him. Even though I thought it was fucking creepy that he asked for my address when I asked for his phone number.

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Chapter One done.
This is the first time I've done a fic that wasn't ready completed so my spelling and grammar will be awful.
I've also never done first person before, you'll let me know if it's rubbish?