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The room went silent. Ron watched his father's eyes, blinking in confusion, flip from Remus to Dumbledore and back. Arthur's body was tense beneath his robes. "What?"

The first words in a series of too-long seconds.

Remus shuddered. "Arthur, I'm sorry, I know it's a terrible and probably completely random thing to hear, but—"

"That's not funny." Molly had spoken, voice frighteningly clear.

From his desk Dumbledore sighed.

Fred even laughed, a blunt sound void of any real humor.

"That's not funny at all," she continued.

"Molly," Dumbledore began.

"How dare you tell us that sort of thing."

How much she could sound like a snake, Ron realized.

Bill had fallen against the wall, shocked. Charlie was just waiting.

Did they believe Remus? Ron hovered lower, drawing closer to the family. Dumbledore was also telling them. They would always believe Dumbledore, wouldn't they?

His mother's voice was rising as she spoke, still remaining cutting. "We... we just lost Ron. You can't—"

Dumbledore and Remus exchanged glances of almost-desperation.

"No." It was Arthur again. "That isn't true. No offense, Remus, but I don't believe you. Percy has left, but he isn't dead. Whatever documentation you have... I'm as aware as you are of what chaos the Ministry is in. You can't be sure at all of anything."

Ginny's breathing had changed.

Ron was suddenly very confused. This wasn't at all what his death announcement had been. Of course, there had been a body as evidence...

Then he felt a pain that might as well have taken off his hand, and the room rushed backwards to be replaced by the inside of a wall and then the stony outside.

"Hey!" He jerked into air, somehow stopping. "Percy!"

Percy huddled in the upper corner where the wall met the ceiling, his face buried beneath his arms. "Sorry."

The apology was real.

Ron rubbed his wrist. "What... what was that for?"

"I'm not listening to that."

"Perce—"

"I'm not listening to that!" The words were an explosion, and Percy sprang away from the corner and was off down the hall.

Percy was determined to torture him! Ron gritted his teeth and followed, not waiting for the yank. "What is your problem?"

His brother froze in the air, but didn't turn. "Why are you following me?"

If that wasn't the stupidest comment of the century. Ron stopped as well, shy a few feet of running into him. "In case you haven't noticed, I don't really have a choice."

"I don't care. Leave."

"It doesn't really work that way. Percy, why won't you go back there?"

He sniffed, still not turning around. Ron could see the side of Percy's glasses focused motionlessly at... something. "Why don't you go back if you care so much?"

He really had lost it. "Because of these stupid ropes!"

"Ron, just leave. Go away now."

Ron couldn't think of a reply.

"The Baron said we had three days a year apart. We already used one. I want to be separated."

It was insane. Back in Dumbledore's office their family was being told something, and now Percy wanted to waste a day. Out here, talking like this.

"Don't you want to be separated?" Percy continued. It was a demand.

Hardly aware of himself, Ron nodded.

Percy Vaporated.

Twenty-four hours. Another twenty-four hours alone. Ron plucked at the rope at his wrist in disbelief. "What just happened?" he muttered.

Percy was upset. Why? Why was it so much better that their family never know what happened? Twisted logic never made sense. He glanced back down the hall. Dumbledore's office was down there. His family was probably still inside, listening to whatever Remus had to say.

How come Percy didn't want to hear?

Well, if Percy wouldn't listen, he would. With a laugh he plunged down the hall. Freedom. Freedom again. Of course, they had now used two days within a month.

Somehow it wasn't all that satisfying.

He raced toward the office, half-wondering what morbid curiosity was drawing him there. So they knew Percy was dead. Or at least Remus was trying to tell them. He just had to know their reactions.

They were all there, still standing in the office. Not that he had really expected them to leave. And they were all still the same. Except his father was now shouting at Dumbledore, who had finally emerged from his desk.

Arthur still thought they were wrong.

"We've evidence!" Remus exclaimed. "Arthur, you have to—"

Arthur whirled on him, eyes practically blazing. "I still don't believe you."

For a moment it seemed Remus would explode, but he never had and probably never would. "I know that. But think. You would have at least seen him around the Ministry. Once over the course of a year."

Arthur sniffed. "That doesn't mean anything. You know how much he supported Fudge. You know that. He could have been wrapped into any little Ministry secret. For all we know, he could have been sent somewhere!"

Ron forgot how stubborn his father could be.

Dumbledore cleared his throat. "If he did indeed support the Ministry, why did he help us when the rest refused to cooperate."

"He didn't." Arthur's face lost some of its redness.

The rest of the family. Did they think that? Ron shifted his position near the ceiling. They just... stood there, waiting.

Except his mum. She stood with the rest of them, but tears slid silently down her face.

He had forgotten how hard it was to watch that.

"I've been saving some things," Dumbledore said, moving back to his desk and fiddling with a drawer. "Hestia Jones sent them up a few weeks ago. Documents from the Order. You do remember all that anonymous information we received forever ago? Those letters about whatever the Ministy was secretly doing that wasn't cooperating with us? Well, she did send them to me and I hope I didn't toss them out... Here we are." He fished a thin stack of papers from the drawer. "I never even really looked at the handwriting... You'd recognize Percy's, wouldn't you?" He held the stack out.

Arthur hesitated before carefully taking them, and even then they remained low, too far from his eyes.

"Read them, Dad," Bill urged.

Slowly Arthur brought them up, as if they were something dangerous.

Ron considered going in for a better look.

His father stared at the top page for a long time, then flipped through the others, selecting an occasional sheet to receive the same stare. Then the parchments fell to the floor. "That's his writing," he murmured.

Molly gave a small cry and dove for the papers, but Fred and George beat her to it.

"Why did he leave, then?" George demanded, clutching a letter so tightly Ron was sure it would rip. "If he really wanted to help, then why did he do what he did?"

"I don't know if there's an answer for that," Remus said softly.

"We'll ask him," Arthur muttered. "We'll find him and we'll ask him."

Remus closed his eyes, thinking. "Is there anything Dumbledore or I could say—"

"No. You have no proof. So they claim to have documented the people they had murdered. That means nothing."

Ginny didn't bother to look at the papers. She simply stood up and walked to the door.

Dumbledore sighed. "Arthur... I don't know how to tell you this, but we've found the bodies."

It was as if something had been stabbed through Ron. But it was stupid. He was perfectly aware Percy was dead. He wasn't supposed to...

The door flung open, and Ginny was gone.

It wasn't a conscious decision, but the next thing Ron knew was that he was after her. Not exactly chasing, but...

He didn't want to listen anymore, either.

"I'm worried," Hermione said. The same two words she had been repeating constantly over the past fifteen minutes, as they had waited impatiently in the library and now wandered the halls not exactly where Dumbledore's office was, but they were certainly in the proximity. "Harry, I'm really worried. I mean, she just went home for the weekend! It was supposed to be good for. It's sickening of McGonagall to have her worrying over something else."

Harry nodded, barely hearing her. He didn't mean to be quiet; he was just as worried. And then there was the fact that whatever it was didn't concern him. For the first time in almost seven years...

Hermione sighed and pulled out the textbook she had dragged with her, balancing it carefully in her arms while she walked.. "You don't think it's with her family, do you?"

The Weasleys. Harry flinched. "They would have told us."

She sighed again and opened the book. "But you have hardly talked to them."

"They don't want to hear me."

The book closed. Harry almost regretted it. Hermione was in one of her mind frames, and he was the idiot who had dragged it on. "Harry, I thought you were over that. For crying out loud, you were not responsible."

"I know." His eyes closed. He knew that. Most of the time.

"Please. Just talk to them a little. They'd like it." The book tucked under her arm, she turned a corner. "Ginny!"

An echo in his head. Harry darted forward, and barely avoided a trampling as Ginny Weasley ran into him.

It was an accident, he realized. She had been running, and he had just happened to be in her way. It could have just as easily been Hermione. And even she was there, standing politely to the side with still an arm extended to Ginny's shoulder.

And she was crying into his. He had never been good in those situations.

"What's wrong?" he asked, hoping to sound more sympathetic than bewildered. She hadn't spoken to him for a month; he wasn't going to let that happen again.

She shook her head, hiccupping.

Hermione swore under her breath. "Ginny, can you tell us?"

This time she nodded, grinding the salty tears into Harry's shirt. It was a lot better than ink, he supposed.

But what was wrong? He slid his arms around her in an awkward hug. As he did so, he caught Hermione's eye. For some odd reason, she nodded.

Ginny mumbled something into his shoulder.

"Ginny, I can't—"

She pushed away—no, not away, just enough to speak. "Percy," she repeated.

"Percy?" One of his hands twisted itself into a twist. Percy Weasley. The one who hadn't even appeared for Ron's funeral. Was he back? Finally, after two years?

And doing this to Ginny?

Hermione put her hands over her mouth.

Ginny pressed her face back into his shirt and continued to cry for another minute. Then, in a clear, tiny voice "He's dead."

Hermione tumbled back into the wall.

Percy was dead. It made no sense. The one who had given his family so much grief...

"It was a over a year ago," Ginny managed. For this brief moment she was tearless. "He... actually helped us. So Fudge had him killed."

It only sent Harry's mind into a faster whirl.

And now Ginny had her arms around his neck, crying even more than before.

He tightened his hold on her. "I'm really sorry."

No reply from her but tears. He leaned his head onto hers.

He didn't notice when Hermione left.

By the time Ron noticed them, standing in the hallway, it was too late. It couldn't be his fault, could it? He hadn't yet managed to get rid of the notion that people might actually move to get out of his way, especially when there was so much on his mind. He skidded away at the last moment, his torso crashing through the legs of Ginny and Harry.

He leaped up. They would have had to feel that.
But somehow it didn't look that way.

He stepped back, scrutinizing the scene. Utterly innocent. He really hadn't thought of where Ginny might run. Maybe Harry had just been another clueless victim.

Ginny was crying. Crying horribly, leaving a big wet spot in Harry's shirt where her face was pressed.

If only Percy were there to see it.

This wasn't any of his business, Ron suddenly realized. Not at all. Even if it had managed to knock him from his own thoughts for a moment. Besides, there really wasn't anything to watch it. Harry was only comforting her.

The common room, Ron told himself. He'd just go... there.

He glanced at them one more time before he Vaporated. It really was quite satisfying to see.

This is ridiculous, Hermione thought as she trudged her way to her dorm, wiping madly at her stinging eyes. This is ridiculous and stupid and you should probably be thrilled they're down their together, anyway. She dropped to her bed, where Crookshanks had been sleeping, and scratched at his favorite spot behind his ear. He yawned drowsily and did his kitty stretch, tail flipping into her face.

She was thrilled. And that wasn't something she was in denial about. She could feel her heart pounding, little chemicals in her brain rushing around like rapids in a stream. At any other time she'd be jumping around the room laughing. Ginny and Harry. Doing something. Ginny finally over whatever she was going through and back on to genuine interest in Harry. Dang, but it was cute. Not that she was completely sure Harry comforting a weeping Ginny counted for a romantic anything, but it was something. They were speaking. Yes, she was wholly excited by everything.

What she didn't understand was why she had to be crying like this. She scooped Crookshanks into her lap, burying her face in his fur. Cats were so nice to have around. He couldn't understand a thing of what she was feeling, but at least he was letting her hug him. Such a good cat. He uttered one little mewl and gave a minor struggle for freedom, but one that didn't have much enthusiasm behind it.

She hoped he wouldn't mind her tears.

She wasn't upset over Harry and Ginny, of course. Unless she did have some subconscious desire for the boy. No, the kiss had taken care of that possibility! Maybe it was empathy. Ginny had to be upset. Losing someone else...

Percy. The heat behind her eyes increased, and she squeezed Crookshanks tighter. Was that it? And she didn't even know the news. Just that Percy was dead and... Fudge? It was all a blur of information.

But Ginny had said Percy had even helped them. And now, apparently he was dead.

She sniffed, letting more tears come. Yes, that had to be part of the reason. But if it was, why was she still so confused?

How would Ron feel about all of this?

At least Ginny had a shoulder to cry on.

The common room. Utterly usual, how it always was, with the couches and the fireplace and random people hanging around. Of all the places in the castle, in the world, why did he have to come back here?

How long would it take Ginny to make her way back up?

Ron floated to the level of one of the chairs, his mind once again racing. So it was out. They all knew. Before morning, the whole school would know. Of course they would. People had known Percy, he had been Head Boy and all of that good stuff.

And Percy hadn't wanted them to know.

Ron sighed, leaning away from a passing third-year. They didn't know in here, yet. Or at least he didn't think so. Would they care about the death of a former Gryffindor? Percy had never been exactly popular.

Why did he keep thinking about this?

"Poor thing," a voice said. One he recognized as Lavender Brown's. "She's just up there with her cat. I feel so bad about running in there laughing now."

"But it was pretty fun," Parvati replied. They passed Ron and hopped onto chairs. "Well, before Hermione. I thought she was doing better. And then she said she doesn't even want to talk."

"I hope it's not some report or anything pitiful like that."

Hermione. Ron looked around, almost hoping to see her pop out from behind a chair or something. But no.

Parvati and Lavender were now discussing whatever funny thing had happened. Something involving some Hufflepuff boy.

Hermione was probably in their dorm. And crying. Maybe it was over homework. How like her.

But she was crying. The next thing he knew he was at the staircase to the girls' dorms, half-expecting the steps to flatten into a slide. What the heck was he doing? He knew perfectly well he couldn't enter. And yet for whatever reason he was going up there. Maybe the barrier wouldn't be up during the day.

He was at the landing, doors all around him. He had no idea which belonged to the seventh-year girls. Like he'd be able to enter anyway.

He kept going forward. There it was, that strange sticky invisible whatever that just so happened to be tailored toward ghosts. Ignore it, he told himself. He pushed forward.

Lightning blasted through him. Yes, the barrier was still in place.

Maybe if he just kept pushing...

No, the barrier worked at him, pushing him back. With one twist of the shocking energy, he was half-way through the floor.

"So you've returned to this, eh?" Jillie hovered above him, grinning broadly. Apparently she had forgot what they had done. Or simply no longer believed them.

He stared back at her, waiting for the ability to move. "I want to see Hermione."

Jillie laughed and shook her head. "I'm sorry, but that's why we've a barrier in front of the girls' dorms. You can't see her."

"I don't care. They said down there that she was crying."

She pursed her lips together. "I'm impressed, Ron Weasel. Most young men never want to put up with a crying girl."

That was a good point. But he still didn't care. "Yeah, well, I'm the exception."

She shook her head and extended her hand. He took it, and she pulled him up. "You lied to us the other night, you and your brother. Where is he, anyway?"

"He took the day off. And we didn't lie."

"It took us a full hour to decide you had lied, but we did it. And then, of course, Dream just saw Harry and Ginny downstairs." She laughed again. "Isn't it wonderful?"

Ron smiled in spite of himself. It kind of was. "He's just comforting her."

"So?"

Apparently it didn't matter to these girls. "If you're so big on them being together, why won't you let me see Hermione?"

"Hermione," Jillie echoed. Her gaze turned to the dorm doors. "Well, I'm not the one not letting you see her. I can't do anything about the barrier. Why does it matter right now? She'll leave soon enough."

He couldn't answer that himself. "I just... need to see her."

"Hmm." Her eyes widened. "What if... what if I went through with you. Because it will let me across."

"What?" He blinked. What an idea. "Do you think that would work?"

She shrugged. "Couldn't it hurt to try. Come on. Maybe if we go fast enough." She grabbed Ron's wrist and flew at the invisible barrier.

He was going to crash. He struck the stickiness, but it might as well have been a spider's web before he was through it. The shocking was next. He screamed as the lightning went through him the second time in under two minutes. Jillie jerked back, but still held on.

"Keep going," she urged.

His hand slipped around her wrist. An extra hold. He pushed against the barrier. It only reacted more. Jillie pulled at his arm, and not gently. He thought he was going to die all over again.

And then it was over. The remnants of the lightning sensation tingled through him.

Bloody hell, it had thrown him back again. He slowly opened his eyes. The wall around him had slightly changed. The doors were a lot closer.

He was through.

Jillie lay next to him, panting. "Wow," she murmured. "Ron, promise me you will tell no one we did that."

He nodded dizzily.

"I think you are the first boy who has ever been this close to the girls' rooms. Ever."

Again he nodded. It was quite an accomplishment.

"And you'll even get to enter those rooms." She pointed at one. "I think that's the one where the seventh-year girls are. Good luck."

He stared at the door. He was going to see where Hermione and everyone else slept. Slowly he slid his hand through the wood, then dropped it and turned around. "Jillie? Thanks."

She laughed and somersaulted back across the barrier. "I probably should have sought revenge, but oh well."

She still might, he thought to himself. Then he slid through the door.

One thing was for sure: the girls' dorms were a lot bigger. And nicer. The walls and beds (which were also bigger) had to have been replaced in the last century. Which was more than he could say for the guys' dorms. They even had carpet, and huge mirrors stretching over the walls, decorated with flowers and cutouts. Amazing. No wonder the administration didn't want boys in there.

He was quick to find Hermione's bed. The curtains were drawn, but she definitely was crying.

Maybe he shouldn't be here.

But he already was, and if he had gone through all the trouble of getting through the barrier, who cared about what was right? He went through the curtains.

She was huddled on the bed, all but covered by her stupid cat. Crookshank's eyes were bugging out from the squeeze, and it only took them a moment to settle on Ron.

He had forgotten the animal could see him.

Crookshanks snarled, broke free from Hermione's arms, and jumped at him. He bounded back. "Crookshanks, don't."

To his amazement, the cat actually listened. Crookshanks sat down on the blanket, yellow eyes still on Ron, bottlebrush tail perched in the air.

"Crookshanks, what's wrong?" Hermione mumbled, grabbing at him.

The cat gave a hiss, then allowed himself to be retrieved.

Hermione returned to her tears.

Ron just wished he knew what she was crying over. It was so awkward, just being there. Even if she could see him, what was he supposed to do? Let her cry all over him like Harry let Ginny?

So he just sat there—he had gotten rather good at hovering just so—while she sobbed into Crookshanks' fur, and the cat still glowered at him.

If only he could say something to her. He still remembered when Ginny saw him.

Another moment of insanity. Go visible, he told himself.

Crookshanks seemed to recognize the change. Hermione didn't look up.

Say something, he thought. You have to get her attention. But he couldn't think of anything. He hadn't spoken to her in a month.

It had to look terrible. A ghost boy sitting on a girl's bed while she cried. If anyone were to walk in, it would be bad.

Hermione's crying stopped. She still didn't look up.

She had actually fallen asleep, cat still in her arms. She just had to make it difficult.

He shook his head and let himself slip back into invisibility. Crookshanks looked much calmer.

"Hermione," he muttered. Without thinking he reached forward and brushed her cheek. All he could feel was warmth.

He didn't think of the barrier until he was back outside. Jillie had gone. How was he supposed to get back across?

It turned out the barrier only worked one way. Whoever had designed it really didn't care about a punishment for those who could break it. Rather convenient.

So he had actually gotten into the girls' dorms. He had made Hogwarts history. He couldn't wait to tell Percy, for all hell to break loose from him.

Except he had no idea where Percy was.

The Grey Lady was waiting for him when he returned to the common room. She had to be invisible. That, or Parvati and Lavender didn't care about a rival house ghost in their presence. Ron hadn't seen the Grey Lady since she had revealed her involvement.

She didn't seem worried about backlash, but smiled her warm smile.

Ron stared at her. "What are you doing here?"

"I heard about your deal with the Baron," she replied. "I must say that I'm pleased everything is working out."

He gave a short laugh. "Well, his task his next to impossible."

"At least it's still possible. Walk with me." Without waiting for a response she turned and drifted through the wall.

Why not? Ron thought bitterly, and followed.

"I would like to apologize again for what I did," the Grey Lady said. "It was terrible of me, and I've sworn a vow to never do that." She laughed. "Still, it's nice to show that Ravenclaws can be just as cunning as Slytherins."

Ron coughed.

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

She led them around the hall, past a group of chattering portraits. "I notice your brother Percy isn't with you at the moment. I'm assuming he's using one of your free days?"

How observant. "He just... wanted a day away."

"Your family heard about him, didn't they?"

Ron glanced at her in surprise.

Her smile deepened. "Word gets around. I must say that I feel rather sorry for him. It must be tough to have such a secret out in the open."

"He abandoned them."

"Them? But he didn't abandon you?"

What the heck was she talking about? "Yes," he said quickly. "But at least I knew about him before. Percy being dead. My parents didn't."

"And Percy never appeared to them and told them."

"He didn't want them to know." Ron shook his head. "But they still found out, so why does it matter? Our brothers Fred and George... they're probably still mad."

She held up her hand, examining her spectral gloves. "Are you still mad?"

"What kind of question is that?"

"You know that envelope I had you bring me? The one my sister and I could never get around to fetching ourselves?"

Ron rolled his eyes. He hadn't forgotten.

The Grey Lady's hand went to her pocket, and she pulled the envelope out and opened it. "It's something silly, from centuries ago. Something silly to keep around. My sister contacted me from the Tower of London the other day just to laugh with me about it."

"What is it?" he asked.

She laughed, shrugging. "Jane and I got into some trouble a few centuries back. Not when we were alive; we had different troubles then. But, wow, the things we tend to keep around." She handed the envelope to Ron. "It was my inspiration for the Bloody Baron and you two."

Inside were the ratty remains of two short pieces of rope.

A graveyard. What a place to pick to run off to. And this cemetery, of all the ones in Britain.

Of course, Ron wasn't positive this was a good place to search.

It was late afternoon, the sun still toying with the idea of setting. It was probably cold, if he could feel that sort of thing. It hadn't been cold that other night.

He could still see the place where Harry had defeated Lord Voldemort. Not far from that was the hill.

He brushed his hand over the grass there, imagining the Killing Curse flying at him, and himself falling like a log. And to think he hadn't even been aware of it.

Maybe he should look somewhere else.

So what graveyard was this?

He wandered down into the headstones, cold and muggy and... rocks. Headstones were strange, he decided. Very strange. And familiar. He had seen this place before, even before the time with Harry and Voldemort.

Relatives had been buried here. Of course he realized that. It's the reason he had come here.

But not for those headstones.

He continued to drift among them, looking.

And then he walked right through one of the headstones.

With a yelp he jumped back, hurdling into the air. This stone was different from the others. Clean, void of moss. New. A bouquet of some orange flower rested on top.

Ronald Bilius Weasley

March 1, 1980—October 10, 1997

Beloved Son, Friend, and Hero

Ron gasped. He had never wanted to see this, and he didn't want to see it now. How had they managed to put this up? His eyes fell to the earth beneath the stone. His body was under there.

Who had brought the flowers?

He gazed at the headstone for a long time. Beloved Son, Friend, and Hero.

Did they really mean that?

Almost cautiously, he touched the stone, pushing his fingers through. The sensation of cold stone was still amazing.

Then he turned to leave.

"What are you doing here?"

Ron flinched. He had been right to come here.

Percy was nestled under a tree, knees at his chest. Beneath his glasses his face was misty and wet. He had been crying.

Ron had never seen him do that. He cleared his throat, out of habit. "I was just..." He couldn't think of an excuse. "I thought you might be here."

Percy blinked. "Whatever gave you that idea? I told you..."

"Yeah, I know what you told me." He crossed the ground to the tree and plunked down, taking special care not to go into the earth or the tree.

Percy didn't look at him. "So... you like your gravestone?"

Ron shrugged. "That's an extremely morbid question. I'm supposed to like a gravestone?"

Percy sniffed. "I guess you're right."

For a long time they said nothing.

"Are they... how are they doing?"

Ron shrugged again. "I didn't really watch all of it... Ginny was crying, though. She's upset."

"Like I really wanted to know that."

"I thought you might."

The sun finally decided to start setting. And there they were, sitting in a bloody cemetery.

Percy coughed, almost an excuse to start talking again. "You realize that you just wasted twenty hours of our free day?"

"I know."

SHOUT OUTS!

v-babe24: Time passes strangely in my story. It gives me an excuse to do the rod'n'reel!

Tru Lys: McGonagall is sad because... she senses something is wrong. But Molly and Arthur were his parents... why can't they cry over him? (I refuse to cease my efforts)

Tabitha78: Wow, that chapter really did that to you? Eep! Well, thanks so much for telling me that! )

Satine-cm: Yep, poor Weasleys! What did you think of their reactions? As for the ink thing.. it was completely spur of the moment. My friend Sterling walked in while I was writing the chapter...

rosepetal13: I'm not being too mean to the Weasleys, am I?

Quixotic-Feline: I took your advice on the family's reactions. Actually, it was what I was going to do anyway, but I'll the credit to you. I do need tender moments for this story, but it does need its humor! Once again, thanks.

Phillippa of the Phoenix: H/G forever! Yes, Molly will be losing it! And I had to show Percy's feelings, I had to. He is a human!

Newfoundfreedom: I'm glad you like Binnichan! Sure, I'll put him in the story some more.

mirficus: Thank-you so much for your review! I really appreciated it. I can't believe you read the whole thing at this point!

meenyrocks: Oh, dear. Jane Austen homework. Good luck with that! Yeah... I mean, we all did know that Percy was dead, but.. no one else knew!

liseli: Thanks.. I'm so glad you liked that line. I'm proud of it. But, yeah, I really appreciate your review!

LJ Fan: Yay for Mulan! I adore that movie! Feel free to talk all you want about it. Wow, I'm glad I got you feeling you were intruding...

Lahar: Harry does need to rebond with the Weasley clan, doesn't he? Don't worry!

Lady Kazaana: Gasp! When did Furfoot kick the bucket? CORNELIA WILL COMFORT HIM!!!

Lady Meriadoc: I also imagined Remus being very sad. I mean, Remus is close to the Weasleys!

Krenya: Yeah, Hermione and Ginny came back on a Monday. I sort of skipped over the rest of the weekend. Yes, I do like the idea of Harry getting flustered over a girl.

JustCurious: I'll see what I can do; I'm actually kind of on a roll...

hydraspit: I'm glad you're noticing the similarities! I feel bad for Percy, too. I mean, no one has cried over him, and he's been dead a year. Poor dude.

EternallyLost: If it hadn't ruined my plans for this story... I was this close to taking your idea! I love it! It would have been hilarious!

emikae: Thanks! You'll see what they do with the family.

Dr. Huff-Puff: Percy knew right away that someone had found out about his death, and he didn't want to hear about it.

duj: I bet they regret taking down the clock hand.

db: And there is even more angst on the way!

Crystal Lightning: Thanks!

Captain Canija: Thanks! As for your question... I will ending the story at neither of those events.