This epilogue is the same for both the uncut version and the version of this fic

It takes place one year form the prologue.

Epilogue

He glanced in the mirror with a frown as he took in his old dress robes paired with his newer glasses. He knew that he should have gone out and bought a new pair of dress robes for the one year anniversary of what was being called the battle of Hogwarts. He and everyone else who had fought in that battle were supposed to attend a remembrance ceremony for all those that died there one year ago.

The new glasses and hairstyle didn't look that out of place but seeing his old dress robes brought home exactly how much his wardrobe had changed in a year. He was still well dressed while working at the ministry but it was quiet a bit more subtle than it used to be. His off hours were far more relaxed now. A year of spending time around Oliver meant he'd gotten used to dressing down in the off hours.

"Are you done glaring at your dress robes yet, Perce," Oliver said sticking his head into the bathroom. "I mean we really need to go if we are going to meet your folks and get good seats for this thing." He ignored Oliver and pulled out his older glasses and tried looking at the robes with them on. "Just pick a pair of glasses and come on Percy," Oliver's said clearly annoyed.

"All right," He said putting his newer slimmer glasses in their case and slipping them into a spare pocket. "Let's go get this over with." He wasn't looking forward to sitting for a few hours while a big deal was made about the battle where his brother died. He'd rather spend the day just with his family, them remembering Fred by themselves. However the rest of his family had decided to go so he wouldn't embarrass them by staying home no matter how much he wanted to.

"It isn't too late to back out of this," Oliver said throwing his arm over his shoulder. "Your family will understand if you don't show." He knew Oliver was right but he also knew that rumors would fly that he was feuding with his family again. He did not want those wounds reopened for any of them or himself on the anniversary of George's death.

"No, I need to be there with them," He said to Oliver. "However, Our anniversary tomorrow we are spending alone away from everyone." He ignored Oliver's smirk and shook his head. He knew that truthfully they didn't know if midnight had come yet when they got back together but he didn't want the day he resumed his relationship with Oliver to be the same day he lost his brother. They had even considered using the day of their first actual date a few weeks later but that hadn't felt right.

"Sure, and we've got that party at Amanda's house to look forward to this weekend." Oliver said with a slight smile. "Remember when you hated her guts and went out of your way to avoid her?" He ignored the jab he'd never hated Amanda though he had found her irritating at first so he just raised his eyebrow at Oliver. "Right you didn't hate her you just tried to avoid her."

"She can still be a bit over enthusiastic," He said choosing his words carefully. "However, she has turned out to be a good friend." He found himself smiling slightly. "Did I tell you her suggestion for what we should do for our anniversary?" He asked and Oliver shook his head no. "She suggested another matching tattoo."

"I don't think so," Oliver said with a laugh. "Though it might be nice to remember the experience this time around." He stayed quiet and saw Oliver smirk. "You wouldn't be willing to do it again would you?"

"Not another matching set," He said feeling a grin spreading on his face. "I've thought about us each choosing one for the other but where would we put them." He could tell Oliver was floored. "We'll talk about it tonight." He watched as Oliver grinned. "Let's go get this over with.' He wasn't sure they'd actually do it but the idea had its own appeal.

The End