She should have known better than to try and pull something on Percy. He was far too perceptive and detail-oriented to miss what she was trying to avoid telling him. "Ron's from right before the final battle, Percy," Ginny said softly, idly picking at a loose thread on the cuff of Harry's jumper. "And I don't think he knows anything that happened during it."
She hadn't confirmed that with anyone yet, only having recently realised it herself. But there was a decided lack of questions from Ron that she would expect if he knew the full extent of what went on. Though, truthfully, part of her envied her brother. What would it be like to live in a world where no one you loved had tragically died to make a better world?
Frowning at Percy's resolve to stay away from Ron, she gave a shake of her head. "Absolutely not," she replied quickly, a measure of heat to her voice. "Ron may not know what happened, but I'm going to tell him. I'm not having two brothers unwilling to spend time together anymore. Not after...." she trailed off, the grief of Fred's loss rising up and crashing over her like a tidal wave. It was unreal to Ginny that all these years later, it could still knock the breath out of her, but it happened all too easy. She supposed it always would.
"Shit," she snorted, hastily wiping at a couple of years that spilled onto her cheeks. "If he were here, I'd kill him myself."