Percy Weasley sat at one of the old wooden tables in The Burrows garden. It had been three years since he had been here, three years since he had walked out on his family after claiming they were fools to believe Dumbledore. Since that time he had realised that he was wrong, his family had not lied, nor had they been fools.

Towards the end of the war Percy had been terrified that he would lose one of them. He may not have seen any of them for a long time, but he still loved them. He knew that it was only a matter of time before something happened, and he was not surprised when he found out that Ron was on the run with Harry. He was extremely relieved when his family had gone into hiding, though he still feared the worst.

At the start of the final battle he came face to face with them and apologised profusely to his parents and siblings. It was not long after that he had seen Fred die. It was only a few seconds before they were joking together in a way they never had their entire lives, and a way they never would again.

Feeling a hand on his shoulder Percy turned around to see his father.

"What are you thinking son?" Arthur Weasley asked.

"How long it has been since I was last here. I cannot believe how much things have changed. All I can remember is the past, seeing things from when we were children to the last summer I spent here." Percy sighed.

"I wish I never left, I wish I had believed you and mother, believed Harry."

"There is no point in thinking of the what if's Percy. What has happened has happened and there is nothing that you can do about it. You could not have stopped anything from happening even if you had believed us." He said sitting in the chair next to Percy.

"I know. I'm just finding it hard adjusting that's all." Percy said quietly.

Arthur Weasley looked at his son taking in everything he could see. The lines on his face from worrying, and more importantly his eyes which carried nothing but sadness.

The final battle had happened only three months previously, and many people were only just starting to regain their routine of normality. The others wallowed in misery and sadness not looking to the future.

Arthur could tell that Percy was one of the latter. He only ever thought of the things he could have done to help, or to help save Fred. He was happy that Percy felt comfortable enough to tell him how he was feeling. Percy had never been an emotional person but the moment he saw his brother die before him, he could not help but express himself around others.

"Everything will be alright Percy, you will see." Arthur said reassuring his son.

"I am sure it will." Percy said turning and smiling at his father.