"Ginny?" Her eyes flew open at the sound of the voice that she was sure she could not have heard. But she had, she was sure, because she could see him, he was there. "Come with me," he invited, smiling. "I've missed you."

"Percy." She reached out and took his hand, her baby's cries still ringing in her ears. They took a few steps away but then she turned, trying to get a look at the infant nestled in Rabastan's arms, and her heart felt heavy at the thought of leaving her.

"It's not forever Ginny," Percy told her. She turned back to look at him.

"What's not forever?" she asked. He smiled sadly.

"You'll see us again, if you choose not to come with me now you will see us again," he explained. She frowned, not entirely certain what he was trying to tell her.

"I get to choose?" she asked, frowning.

"Of course, you can come with me, or you can stay with her," he said softly. "Life is all about choices, I made mine, our parents made theirs, now it's time for you to make yours. It's been two years Gin, don't you think it's time you started living?"

She looked back over her shoulder at her baby, red faced and screaming, and she found that the decision was easy. Those little cries were something worth living for. "I love you Percy," she told him.

"I'll be here, when your time comes, I'll be waiting." They smiled at one another as he faded away.

Ten Years Later

Percy Kathryn Lestrange was just like her mother. She had copper colored hair and bright eyes that sparkled with mischief. She was prone to scraped knees and black eyes, though she would rarely tell you how she'd gotten them. She was brave. Strong and fearless and she terrified Rabastan in those moments when she would open her mouth and channel Ginny to perfection.

Ginny would take her every year on her birthday up the hill on the far side of their property to where Rabastan had put Percy Weasley's grave. Every year she would tell her daughter a new story about the man who had been her namesake, the uncle she shared a birthday with. Every year Percy would listen to the story before running off to play while Ginny would sit next to her brother's grave and tell him everything she thought he'd like to know.

She told him that the Dark Lord had finally died about a year after Percy's birth, how Lucius Malfoy had taken over as Minister and how he had set the world right. Or about as right as it could be under the circumstances, there were still revels, Rabastan still went out and hunted down and tortured muggles before he killed them. He was not a redeemed man, but he loved Ginny, and he loved their daughter, and she found that that was all she cared about in the end.

She told him about Draco and Luna's daughter, Lyra, how she was Percy's best friend, along with Hermione and Theo's son, Harry. She looked back on the day her daughter was born and wondered if she had really seen Percy that day or if it had just been her subconscious seeking to give her closure on the one part of her past that she could never seem to get over. Either way she was grateful for the memory as it was infinitely better than the last memory she had of him when he was alive.

"Mummy!" Percy squealed happily, running full speed towards her mother. "I caught a frog Mummy! Can I keep it?" she asked, eyes sparkling with excitement. Ginny laughed lightly at her exuberance.

"Ask your father," she said, smiling broadly. Percy spun around and ran in the opposite direction towards the house where Rabastan was waiting for them.

"Papa! I caught a frog! Can I keep him?" Ginny watched as Rabastan scooped their daughter up in his arms and spun her around in a circle making her squeal and giggle in delight. Somehow, Ginny thought, everything worked out in the end.

A/N: Thank you for reading this story! I hope that you enjoyed it! Although this is not the original ending I had intended I am very happy with how this story worked out.

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