Hermione put her hand on his shoulder, and he turned his head around to reveal a tear streaked face so much similar to hers.
"Percy," she said. "It's not your fault."
"Of course it is!" he exploded. "It's my fault I'm a stupid family-disowning git! I deserved to die more than him! I didn't even get to talk to him properly!"
"Percy," she repeated sternly. "The entire Weasley clan can't take the blame. You guys have to stop it."
"It's my entire fault. I should've died instead!"
"Percy, think of Fred. Think of him laughing at your Prefect badge and blowing up a toilet seat. Would he want you to sit here and blame yourself like this?" When Percy didn't say anything, she continued, "We're all grieving, but blaming yourself makes it harder. He's in a happy place, Percy. Trust me." For the first time since the Battle, Percy smiled.
"You're right, Hermione. He is. Thanks."
