This story came from a post on Facebook about random parings that people have read in the fandom. Percy and Narcissa was one of them, so this is my version of the paring. Review kindly please since this will be a bit out of character. Percy's point of view:

I sighed when I took the paper work. Flipping through the pages, I read the names of who I'd be working with over the next six months. Good, I thought, I don't know many of these people. That was until I got to the last page. I froze. Narcissa Malfoy. How in the world would I work with that woman? She worked in Voldemort's inner circle, even housed him. She was there when they'd captured my brother and she did nothing.

"Narcissa Malfoy?" I asked.

"Narcissa Black now, Percy," Shacklebolt said, glancing up at me from his large pile of paper work.

Looking back down, it did say Narcissa Black, formerly Malfoy.

"Lucius divorced her soon after the war," he continued.

"Why her?" I blurted out.

"She signed up for it," he explained and put down the pen. "It seems, at least that's the impression I got through her owls that she wanted to go through this process. To start over."

"Alright," I said slowly.

"You'll do great, Percy," Shacklebolt said, sitting at his desk and returning to work. He didn't have to say it, but I knew I was dismissed.

Sighing mentally, I walked out of his office. My office was a few floors below the minister, but I hoped to change that soon. As soon as I was in my office, I closed the door and sat down. Over the next few hours, I made a plan to visit all of the people I would work with tomorrow.

A month ago, I helped to write a plan with the minister with Dad and a few others in the Ministry to create a plan to rehabilitate former followers of Death Eaters, and I'd be working on the woman of Death Eaters, who, we learned, we often abused and rapped. Dad's part was to educate the wizarding population about Muggles. As a result of the act, he got a promotion and a pay raise. I was glad that Mum and Dad could live comfortably now; they worked hard with very little to raise us kids.

A knock on the door made me jump. Looking up, I saw Bill standing in the doorframe.

"Sorry." He gave me a smile, making his scares stretch across his face.

"It's okay," I replied.

"You were always easy to scare." Bill smirked at me.

"Was not." I frowned.

He rolled his eyes. "We're meeting Dad at the pub. Want to come?"

"Sure. I haven't eaten since lunch," I replied.

"Figured. Dad told me about the project you're both working on." Bill leaned against the frame.

"Did he go on and on about it again?" I asked.

"Yes. Couldn't shut him up, and Fleur nearly had a fit with how late I was." He sighed.

"He gave Mum the same lecture," I chuckled. "I had to hear it several times since I was there for the meetings."

"I'm glad you had dinner with them," Bill said quietly.

I paused as I put my papers in a nice neat pile. "I am too."

"No one is mad at you, Percy."

"I still am." I didn't meet my brother's eye as I stood. I pulled on my jacket. When I finally looked up, Bill was watching me sternly.

"And you don't think we see that you aren't that pompous idiot anymore?" Bill asked kindly.

"I know, but … I still have to live with those regrets of hurting everyone. George and Ginny made sure they knew I made Mum cry." I looked down at my shoes, my face bright red with anger.

"It's time to forgive yourself, Percy." Bill sighed and straightened. "I know they have, and so has Mum."

"I'll try."

"We love you, you git." Bill gave me a playful hug, which I lightly returned. I never was big on sibling affection.

Bill and I walked down the hallway to the elevators.

"How's Fleur?" I asked after we stepped into the elevator.

"Good." A goofy grin covered Bill's face. "She's in her second trimester now."

I nodded, wondering if and when I'd start a family as Bill pulled out the lasts picture of the baby, which I found to be a little blurry.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Dad wanted to try a Muggle pub near the Leaky Cauldron." Bill rolled his eyes as the elevator doors opened. "Thinks it would be good for others to see us eating there. I think he and Mum had dinner with the Grangers there the other night."

"I'm sure he was over the moon," I commented, walking quickly.

"He was, and couldn't stop talk about how Muggles are able to keep up with the cooking."

We flooed to the Leaky Cauldron and walked in slice to the pub. When we got there, we found the pub to be darkly lit with high, round tables spread across the room. There were several of their moving TVs on the walls, showing different sports games. Dad, George, and Ron were already sitting at a table.

"Percy," Dad said loudly, and a large smile crossed his face. "You made it."

"Hello, Dad." I wanted to shake his hand, but Dad gave me a hug. Much like I had with Bill, I gave him an awkward hug back.

Dad and Bill hugged as I sat across from George and Ron. I swallowed as I looked at George's face. The look on his face mirrored what I felt; we both missed Fred terribly, and of course, we both blamed ourselves.

It should've been me, I thought.

"So, what's good here?" Bill asked Dad and Bill sat down.

"The fish and chips are excellent," Dad replied. "Mr. Granger and I had some last week, but don't tell your mum that I'm having them again. She wouldn't be happy."

"Or the beer," George joked, but it didn't reach his eyes.

"I'm only going to have one or two," Dad replied, blushing a little.

"Dad, you should really be careful," I said. "You're getting older …"

I stopped. I didn't want to be the nag anymore.

"And we need you here to be a grandfather," Bill added.

"How is Fleur?" Dad asked.

"Good." Bill beamed. "She's a little worried about her weight."

"Molly was too, when she was pregnant with you," Dad said.

"The doctor tells her she's doing well with that," Bill said, and pulled out his wallet. "Before I forget, Fleur has new pictures of the baby for Mum."

Dad took the picture from Bill. "Molly will love this." Dad beamed as he looked at the pictures. "Look, boys. It's my first grandchild."

We looked at the picture, and the picture was fuzzy. I smiled at Dad's beaming face. He looked like Christmas had come. I didn't blame him; we had little to be happy to be happy about since the war.

"Hello," the waitress said, stepping up to the table. She was pretty, and I eyed her, but I looked away. Penelope and I broke up a few years ago, and I still wasn't over that yet. Especially if her claims were true that I worked too much, I wouldn't want to burden someone else with that.

We ordered drinks, and Bill got me to order a beer, something that I didn't have very often, but could use. I listened to the chatter of my family as we waited for our drinks and I looked at the menu. I decided on the fish and chips as well. The drinks were put down and our orders were taken.

"To Fred," George said as he lifted his beer, making the table go silent.

"To Fred," we repeated, lifting our beers as well.

I took a sip as the conversation lulled.

"How is the shop, boys?" Dad asked quietly.

"Business is good," Ron replied. "We've been selling quite a bit of things, and we've had to put in a ton more orders."

"Good, good," Dad said. "Anything new?"

"Not yet." Ron's eyes were warning; George still hadn't thought of anything new.

"I've been thinking of some new things," George admitted. "Maybe I'll get them out by Christmas. I've been getting ideas from people when they come in."

"I'm proud of you, son." Dad clapped George's shoulder.

"Thanks, Dad." George gave another hallow smile.

I wish you'd be happy again, I thought. I'm so sorry, brother.

I pushed the thought away as we talked, getting caught up. The food came, which turned out to be excellent.

"I may be able to use this place for work, Dad," I said.

"I think that'd be a good idea, Percy." Dad gave me a proud smile. "It'd be good for the interaction."

"For them to put a face to a name instead of just looking at the world from the outside," I said.

"Exactly." He gave me a look that said 'that's my boy'.

I blushed a little.

"I'd better get going," I said, standing. "I have some meeting to go to tomorrow."

"Let me know how they go, won't you?" Dad asked.

"I'll keep you informed. Thanks for dinner, Dad."

"Anytime, Percy." He stood and gave me another hug. "Why don't you ask that Muggle waitress out?"

"Dad," I said in almost a winning tone.

"Just joking," he said.

I waved my goodbye to my brothers and left the pup, feeling glad I went out. I did need more time around them, even though they all blamed me for Fred's death.

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