A/N: I don't own Harry Potter. But I do own the plot, Callie, and Anna. I'm sorry I killed Percy but what's done is done. A huge thank you to everyone who reviewed.

Gomay: I understand. I didn't want to kill him, but his time had come.

Sarahamanda: I'm glad you want more. Here you go.

FallenfrmGrace7: Harry is married to Hermione, so she can't date Ron; that's just wrong. I'm going to have Ron date someone else. And as to who, you'll just have to wait and see.

Dadswell: My cat likes it too and he's glad your cat likes it. I'll keep going, but just for your cat.

Kayliana Black: Yes, ma'am! I'm so glad you love the story.

TardyChick06: It'll be interesting; I promise!

Atomic Elf: I hope this is terrific.

Outlawed-little-angel: It's an idea. I'm just a little reluctant to have two little girls running around Hogwarts. It just doesn't seem right.

Callie: Penny surviving doesn't quite fit with the future of the story. I liked her too, but as with Percy, the time had come. But I'm glad you like the story and it's cool that Callie's your nickname.

Friendly Reviewer: I know. It was this thing for one chapter to make a reviewer happy.

Hippygirl: Someone's happy. It's all right. They're gone, for good.

Cynthia15: Okay, so I also said they sent the children to be raised by other people because you can't have little kids running around Hogwarts. (At least in my world, you can't.) An Italian family raised Mrs. Wood; Ricardo Eusani was the son of the people who raised Mrs. Wood.

That Saturday, Oliver and Ginny walked into the church for Percy and Penny's funeral. True to Katie's word, Mrs. Bell was babysitting all the Weasley grandchildren, so Anna and Callie were with their cousins.

The church was hot, and the immense crowd only added to the stuffiness inside the church. Ginny was grateful she'd chosen a sleeveless black linen dress. Her mother had chosen a set of long-sleeved robes that would be warm and stifling today. Despite the fact that wizards were now allowed to choose between Muggle clothes or the traditional robes, many older wizards like Mrs. Weasley preferred the old ways.

Ginny and Oliver took their seats with the rest of the Weasley clan on the left side of the church. The Clearwater clan was on the right side of the church; actually, it was just Penny's parents, a few assorted aunts, uncles, and cousins, and one or two grandparents. Penny had been an only child. Ethan was at Katie's parents' house, but lately he'd been staying with George and Alicia.

There were two oak caskets in the middle of the aisle holding the bodies. Ginny knew that eventually she would have to look at them, but she just wasn't ready. Right now, Mr. and Mrs. Clearwater were there, so she decided she had time anyway.

Ginny looked at Oliver. "Why did this happen?"

He shook his head. "I don't know. Sweetie, I don't understand this. No one does."

Ginny leaned her head on his shoulder and he wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "I miss Percy," she whispered. "I know he was a jerk, but he was my brother and I miss him."

Oliver kissed her cheek. "Ginny, you're allowed to miss Percy. He was your brother and he'll always be a part of you; you'll never forget him."

She nodded. "He was one of your closest friends when you were at Hogwarts."

"Until he turned into the turncoat scumbag who would abandon his friends and family for fame, fortune, and power," her normally kind husband mumbled. "I swear, there have been innumerable times in the past nine years when I've wondered if the Percy Weasley I was seeing was the same person as the Percy Weasley who'd been my roommate at school."

"I know what you mean," she replied sadly. "We should probably pay our respects."

Oliver nodded. His wife clung to his arm as they walked over to the caskets. Mr. and Mrs. Clearwater had asked for Penny's casket to be opened; after much deliberation, the Weasley clan decided to have Percy's casket opened. Mrs. Weasley had been opposed but she had voted in favor of the open casket because of the Clearwater family having Penny's casket opened.

Ginny went first to the casket of her sister-in-law. Penny had always been a beautiful woman. Her honey blonde hair was combed straight over her shoulders and her eyelids were closed over her beautiful blue eyes. It was a great tragedy that someone so young, so talented, so beautiful had to die when she was only twenty-seven. Penny had only given birth to little Ethan Percival only six weeks earlier. Penny had just been too young to die; she had too much to live for.

Percy looked like he was sleeping peacefully and he would wake up at any moment. His red hair was neat and tidy, as always. Ginny shook her head; her brother had always been the odd man out in their family, never doing what anyone was doing. Neatness and order were his darlings. He couldn't stand the eternally joking natures of his twin brothers or Bill's "oh who cares?" attitude. He abhorred Ron's penchant for getting into trouble and Charlie's delight at being with creatures like dragons-dangerous creatures that ought to be avoided at all costs, according to Percy. Even Ginny couldn't find her way into her brother's good graces, thanks to her love of practical jokes; Percy said she was too much like the twins. Percy wasn't perfect; in fact, he was near impossible to love. But he was Ginny's brother; that was why they were there.

The actual service was brief; that was Mr. Clearwater's idea. He didn't want a big to-do, especially after her husband's ex-lover's boyfriend had killed his daughter. That situation was already unseemly to his social peers. He was a wealthy businessman with considerable political power in the wizarding world. He could not stand political humiliation; he had been furious when his daughter married Percy Weasley. That is, he was furious until Arthur Weasley became the Assistant Minister of Magic following Voldemort's demise. Then he thought that his daughter being the daughter-in-law of the Assistant Minister of Magic was the greatest thing on earth; all his social acquaintances thought that it was just wonderful.

There were no eulogies, also per Mr. Clearwater's demands. He didn't want people to hear about Percy and he didn't want to have to keep thinking about Penny. He had told Arthur Weasley that "My daughter is dead and now I would like to get on with my life. I don't want to sit and listen to sob stories about what a wonderful person she was and how she will be deeply missed."

The funeral luncheon reminded Ginny just how much of a society man Mr. Clearwater was. The funeral service may have been simple and subdued, but the luncheon was at a fancy restaurant in a wealthy wizarding district. The silverware was covered in leaf gold and the plates were china. As they walked in, Ginny whispered to Oliver, "I don't want to imagine how much this luncheon is costing Mr. Clearwater."

"I could tell you, but I'll wait until we get home to do so," Oliver replied.

"How do you know?" she asked.

"The Quidditch League had its end of the year banquet here the year I won Keeper of the Year and one of my friends who worked in the Front Office gave me a rough estimate as to how much the dinner cost, per plate."

She cringed. "I don't think I really want to hear the numbers on that."

Oliver smiled. "I'll just tell you Mr. Clearwater spent a pretty pence on this luncheon."

She shook her head. "I'm so glad my father doesn't go off throwing around money. Of course, he just started really making money a few years ago when Fudge resigned and he became Tonks's Assistant Minister of Magic."

As they sat down with Katie, Fred, Alicia, and George, Oliver said, "I still can't believe that the magical community has accepted Nymphadora Tonks as Minister of Magic."

"Especially on the days when she has magenta hair," Fred commented.

"I never thought I'd live to see the day when we'd have a Minister of Magic who could and would change her appearance whenever she wanted to," Ginny said.

"It's a sight," Alicia said. Alicia worked at the Ministry of Magic in Public Relations. "I remember the day they announced she was the new Minister; people flipped. For months, we would get hundreds of owls a day with letters about how she was too young or unqualified or whatever. Most of what it boiled down to was either that she's a woman or that she's a metamorphmagus. We still get a lot of mail about it but nowadays most of it's about Remus."

Tonks, who still insisted on being called by her surname, had become Minister of Magic five years earlier. Following Voldemort's demise, the Ministry of Magic had conducted an internal investigation that, combined with the scandal that had ensued following Ginny's fourth year at Hogwarts, had left Cornelius Fudge with no choice except to resign gracefully. To the shock of almost every British wizard alive, and most of the dead ones, Nymphadora Tonks was named his successor due to that skill, valiant acts, and diplomacy she had displayed during the War. This had shocked the robes of many people because she was so young, she was a woman, and she was a metamorphmagus.

Tonks insisted on further shocking people two years later by marrying Remus J. Lupin. The metamorphmagus and the werewolf, yep, that one had definitely been a scandal. People around the wizarding world were still talking about it.

During lunch, Charlie looked around the table. Seeing that Ron was occupied talking to their parents, he eyeballed his other siblings and their spouses. "So, who wants to see Ron settle down and get married?"

Immediately, everyone said they would.

"Well, I have a plan that could see him married in the next two years."

"Who are you going to brainwash?" was Bill's immediate response.

"Oh, shut up!" Charlie replied. "Why were you born?"

"Because Mum and Dad had to start someplace?" Fred suggested. "Even if it was with a weird annoying punk."

"You can shut up whenever I think you should," was Bill's witty response.

"Okay, everyone cut it out," Maya interjected. "Charlie, what's your plan?" Her husband hadn't even told her what was going on.

"Since everyone is done interrupting me, which by the way was very rude, but I'll ignore that since I'm a nice guy, I'll tell you my plan now. You guys all remember Maya's younger sister, Gabriella?" Everyone nodded and Charlie went on. "Well, Gabriella is twenty-one and she's moving to England next month."

"So?" George asked. "What's to say that she'll date Ron? Just because Maya fell for you that doesn't mean her sister will fall for your brother."

"You two are very different people," Maya pointed out. "And furthermore, Ella and I are even more different. The chances of this actually working out are slim to none."

"That's where I'm right and you're wrong," Charlie announced proudly. "Ella once told me that she liked Ron."

"When did she tell you that?" Maya asked. "Was it before or after the three little bears told you to stop sleeping in their beds and that they loved your golden curls?"

"Woman, you have no idea what you're talking about!" her husband replied. "I never was Goldilocks; that was Fred. Ella actually did tell me this once in the real world; she told me that when your family was here when Roman was born."

"Honey, that was over a year ago," Maya protested. "Are you sure she's still interested?"

"I'm hoping she is," he replied. "But if she's not, I have a back-up plan, or rather, Fred has a back-up plan."

"You do?" Katie asked.

"I do," Fred replied. "As you might recall, I have an employee who thinks that Ron is a 'total sex god.'"

"And she's not some psycho, perverted stalker?" his wife asked.

"No, she's Jennie LaFleur," the redhead replied calmly.

"Oh, she's safe," Katie replied.

A week later, Gabriella Braga arrived in England to live with her sister and brother-in-law. Charlie's plan could begin.

A/N: I know it was short, but today was a snow day and I wanted to get it up for you guys today. Finals start on Friday so I probably won't update before next Tuesday-when they end.