A/N: Hey guys. Here is the next chapter. Hopefully am going to get a routine on updating, especially now with two stories on the go. This chapter is on Percy's POV, I havent quite forgiven him for his actions, as you might be able to tell. Orchidtani, I promise you Harry and Ron will be the next chapter! Micki and Friend of Molly thank you so much for reviews! They really mean alot. A thank you to everyone who has added me on their alerts. I hope you all enjoy!
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Dislaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or its characters, if I did Fred would still be alive!
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The whole family departed from the table leaving Percy alone. He knew where his little brother would be, most probably in the same place he would go when he needed to get away and think without being disturbed by his family.

He knew why is father sent him to get Ron; Arthur had been using the same tactic since they had come home from Hogwarts, it was simple but not as affective as it was meant to be planned; get Percy to be alone with his siblings at some point in hope of a reconciliation. In Percy's opinion the plan was highly flawed; although he hadn't been around his siblings for two years, Percy knew that his brothers and sister would take a long time before his estrangement was fully forgiven. He knew Bill and Charlie saw it as Percy being weak, not wanting to protect his family, and not fulfilling his role as an older brother. He knew Fred never truly forgave him for the vile words he spoke to his father; the image of his shocked face still haunted Percy. George refused to look in his eyes, especially since Percy turned his back on him almost a year ago when George had come to him, asking him to return home. Ron just saw his actions as the ultimate betrayal, to his family and best friend. Ginny was angry at him for all the reasons above, all equating to him not being her older brother, not being able to protect her, she also had the information direct from his mouth that the Ministry only promoted him to spy on his family, and ultimately Harry.

The sound of movement of his family above forced Percy from his thoughts. He forced himself to move and headed outside. He made his way to the infamous tire swing only to find it un-occupied. Unable to think of anywhere else Ron could be, Percy sat on the swing, deep in thought. He admired his surroundings, he had forgotten how beautiful the landscape could be, especially in summer, when the grass in the fields, that always seemed to be guarding his childhood home, was vibrantly green, or how the setting sun set a frame around countryside with its deep purples contrasting with the light of the sun. Percy remembered how he used to sneak out of The Burrow in the early mornings to watch the sunrise; it always made him calm, giving him the promise of life. Now, however it un-nerved him, it allowed him to remember the horrific scenes of the Battle of Hogwarts. The awaking sun allowed him to face the reality that Fred would never awaken with it.

He found his thoughts moving too fast for his body, he had to move to accommodate the pictures flowing through his brain.

He didn't realise where he was until he saw a lone figure sitting staring at a black marble headstone.

"Ron?" Percy approached his brother tentatively not sure what reaction he would get, he was stunned to find he didn't get one. He didn't push the issue of wanting to talk; instead he sat quietly next to Ron waiting for him.

"What do you want Percy."

"Dad is organising a family Quidditch game, we need a keeper. He sent me to find you."

"That figures."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning; that your too spineless to come here on your own back, you have to do others dirty work."

"I'm not…" whatever Percy was about to say was cut off by Ron.

"Oh come on Percy. You're only here because Dad sent you. You've passed your little message across now you can go back to whatever little dark hole you came out off and bugger off."

"Look Ron, I'm sorry for what I said earlier, but what you said came as a shock. I understand that you've been trying to be strong for our family but you know you can talk to me."

"Oh so now you've decided to be a part of our family now, how considerate. As for talking, that's even if I wanted to, you don't deserve to be included, and you don't deserve any of our forgiveness, to be involved with family meetings. Hell you don't even deserve to be standing here." Throughout his speech Ron had stood up and was now towering over Percy.

For Percy's credit he didn't cower. He simply stared up at his younger brother slightly glad for his anger, he didn't talk immediately instead he gathered his thoughts, stood up, taking a step back as he did so.

"Look Ron. You have every right to be angry at me. I get it, but don't you think I don't regret it? Don't you think I realise how foolish I was? Merlin I had a time turner I wouldn't go back?"

"Yeah well we broke all of those." Ron interrupted his voice harsh.

"How many times do I have to say I'm sorry? To show that I regret it all, that I wish it was me who died instead of Fred? Do you want to know how many times I wish you all would include me again, right now Harry and Hermione are more part of this family than I am."

"Oh stop feeling sorry for yourself, you don't deserve it. Don't you realise that it's your fault that none of us include you, you exclude yourself, and to be honest I don't see any reason for us to try."

"I'm trying, I am. You don't know how hard it is to try and integrate with your family again and deal with seeing your brother die. I just can't get that image out of my head, you can't understand."

"Understand. You weren't the only one there Percy, or are you so selfish that you forgot that fact. It's always got to be about you hasn't it?" Ron shouted, his voice echoing in the surrounding makeshift Quidditch field. He didn't pause long enough for Percy to answer.

"We've seen things you can never imagine. Been through situations where I didn't think we could get out alive, and yet you don't hear me complaining of them or abandoning my family."

"No, you just abandoned your best friends." Percy could see Ron's body go rigid, he knew he had a hit a nerve something he didn't intend to do. All he wanted was for Ron to understand.

"That was different. And if I wanted to go in to detail by how it was, I wouldn't because it's you; but I came back, I bothered to find them, I swallowed my pride, something I can't say you did."

"I came back, you saw that, I came back and fought." Percy said, he wasn't surprised to find that voice sounded pained.

"I know, but it was too late wasn't it Percy. All the information the Death Eaters wanted had been handed to them on a plate." Percy was surprised to find that whatever anger Ron had in his voice had now gone.

"It wasn't like that. I was a prat, especially for what I said to dad, but I generally believed that by staying at the ministry I could protect all of you, Harry and Hermione included." He sat down looking at the tombstone of Fred's grave, lost in own thoughts; he didn't even notice Ron sitting beside him.

"How did you think that by abandoning your family to take side with the bad guys would protect us?"

"I don't know. I felt like if I was there, in the heart of all the secrets then somehow I could warn you all. It was a warped sense of logic. I know that now. It just everything Fudge said made sense; it did, especially after the Dementor attack on Harry." He heard Ron sigh beside him.

"Look Ron, I'm sorry, really I am. I didn't even know you were away from the family, not until Charlie told me. What sort of brother am I? You know I'm sorry don't you?"

"No I don't, you know Perce I learnt a long time a go that actions speak better than words. And right now you're just feeling sorry for yourself. As for what kind of bother you are, you're a crap one, that's for sure. Argh just as I was going to start considering you as my brother again, you just say something that makes me remember why I hate you." Ron stood up and started for the field behind them.

"Ron"

"You've passed on your little message; go back to whatever ministry loving hole you came from."

"Wait! What about Quidditch?" Whatever answer he got was lost in the distance.