Now That Your Rose Is In Bloom

Chapter 152

AN: I am so sorry it's taken me this long to update! Things got hectic at work, and then some guests came to visit, so I've been swamped. Still, I thank you for the continued support! It is deeply appreciated!

Ginevra took a deep breath as she raised her right arm. She made a fist, but did not touch the oaken door. The wind whipped through her coat, sending a chill up her spine. Even as the snow accumulated on her hat though, she did not move.

When did I become such a coward? I'm the woman who looked Lucius Malfoy in the eyes and told him I was marrying his only son whether he liked it or not. Surely this isn't that much more difficult.

She still didn't move.

What is wrong with me? For crying out loud, I'm a Gryffindor! There is no reason I can't speak to my own family. The worst they can do is disown me, something they have already done on numerous occasions. There's nothing they can say to me that I haven't already heard. Nothing they can say will ever hurt me again.

With renewed determination, she knocked on the door.

No answer.

She straightened her posture and pounded on the door.


Her heart slowed as the footsteps grew louder. She shivered, though whether it was due to the chilled air or her predicament was unclear.

The door opened. The man on the other end grinned. "Hello Ginny. It's great to see you again."

"It's great to see you again as well," Ginny replied before giving her brother a quick embrace. "Thank you so much for agreeing to meet with me."

"I'm always happy to see you." George stepped away from the door. "Come inside. You must be freezing out here."

Ginevra stepped past the threshold. "Thank you."

George shut the door behind her. "You sounded upset in your letter. Is there something wrong with one of your kids?"

Ginevra shook her head. "For the moment they are fine, though that could soon change."

George frowned. "How?"

"Ginny? Is that you?"

Her eyes lit up. "Hello Dad."

Arms outstretched, Arthur rushed over to his daughter. Ginevra gave him a hug. He whispered. "It's so good to see you again."

"It's good to see you again," Ginevra answered.

He released her. "How have you been?"

"For the most part, I've been good," she answered. "Still, I should be asking you how well you're doing given, well…your situation with Mum."

Arthur gestured for his children to follow him into the sitting room. "I am actually doing much better than I thought I would."

Ginevra followed him. "You are?"

Arthur nodded before sitting on the tan, worn sofa. "Don't get me wrong, some days are better than others, but overall I am at peace with the divorce."

"You don't need to be strong for me," Ginevra began.

"No, I'm not trying to be strong. I'm trying to be honest."


"Listen, I will always hold a special place in my hearts for your mother. Still, it was clear that our marriage had fallen apart. Neither of us were happy, though we didn't want to admit it. Things just finally came to a head a few weeks ago."

Ginevra sat on a cracked, leather armchair across from her father. "I see."

"None of the details are important," Arthur continued as George sat beside him on the couch. "All you need to know is that I'm okay and ready to begin the next phase of my life."

"I'm glad to hear it," Ginevra replied. "If you need anything from Draco or me, please let us know. We're more than happy to help you in any way we can."

"For the moment I'm fine, but I'll let you know if anything comes up," Arthur promised.

"Good," she answered.

"Yes, all that being said," George cleared his throat. "I got the feeling that this wasn't strictly a social call though."

"No," Ginevra answered. "It isn't."

Arthur folded his hands. "What do you need from us?"

"I need your help with something," Ginevra began. "Though I doubt you'll be happy about helping me."

"We're always happy to help you," George cocked his head. "Well, unless it's to help spice things up with Draco. You're on your own for that."

Ginevra laughed.

"Whatever you need, we'll try to help in any way we can," George replied.

"Yes, we will," Arthur answered.

"Very well then," Ginevra began. "As you know, Percy is a fugitive, and Ron is the most wanted man in Britain. At the moment, both of them are in Peru."

Arthur fidgeted.

"They need to be brought to justice," Ginevra replied. "The problem is, Draco and I are at a loss as to how to do it."

George hummed.

"We need your help," she continued. "We need you to lure Percy out of Peru so we can give him a proper trial and hold him accountable for this amnesia cure."

"How do you plan to try him, given that he's the head of the Wizengamot?" George asked.

Ginevra took a deep breath. "This evening, there are going to announce an emergency election for the Minister of Magic. It will take place in two weeks, just long enough to get everything set up."

George nodded. "That doesn't surprise me in the least."

"No, it doesn't," Arthur answered.

"Nothing is guaranteed, but Draco is very likely to win."

"As he should," George replied.

"Indeed," Arthur answered.

"One of Draco's first acts will be to bring to justice all who were involved in this squib cure debacle. At the top of his list is Percy," Ginevra replied.

"It's unlikely that Peru will extradite him though, given how reluctant they are to turn over Ron," George noted.

"I know, which is why we need to persuade him to come to Britain willingly."

"How do you plan to do that?"

Ginevra sighed. "I was hoping you two could help me with that."

Arthur scratched his chin.

"Neither Percy nor Ron will listen to a thing I say, and Mum cut me out of her life. They would never leave Peru for me."

"It won't help that your mum is there."

"What do you mean she's there?"

"Your mum had practically moved to Peru," Arthur answered.

"She has?" Ginevra asked.

Arthur folded his hands. "After I announced my divorce from her, you brother threw me a New Years party. Everyone attended except for Percy and obviously Ron. I later learned from a mutual acquaintance that Molly spent New Years with them."

"Great," Ginevra muttered.

"It's nearly impossible to get a hold of her. I've tried serving her a court summons several times, but each time she isn't home. The summoners' spells confirm that she is not in the Burrow. My only guess is that she went to Peru."

"It would make sense anyway."

Arthur sighed.

"Merlin Dad, how are you going to get a divorce if you can't even contact Mum?" Ginevra asked.

"If she doesn't respond within sixty days then they will publish our notice of divorce in the newspaper. If she still doesn't respond then the proceedings will go on without her," Arthur answered.

"Good to know," Ginevra answered.

"Regardless," Arthur continued. "This is about you and your crisis."

"It isn't my crisis," Ginevra replied. "It's the Wizarding World's crisis."

"Fair enough," George answered.

"We need to bring Percy to justice, but in order to do that we need to lure him out of hiding," Ginevra continued. "As I've said before, I don't know how to do it."

"I'm sure we'll think of something," Arthur answered. "We're three intelligent people. If we put our heads together something will be clear."

The room fell silent.

"What about Molly and Lucy?" George asked. "They're attending Hogwarts. Couldn't Neville schedule a parent/teacher meeting with them and get them that way?"

Ginevra shook her head. "According to Scorpius, the girls are at a boarding school in Peru. It's doubtful they'll return to Hogwarts."

"I see," Arthur answered.

"Perhaps we could go over there and perform a full body bind curse on them. Then we can take them to Britain" George suggested.

"No, that would be an illegal extradition," Ginevra replied. "It could put the entire case in jeopardy."

"I hadn't thought of that," George answered.

"What about cutting off their funds?" Arthur proposed. "Perhaps we could force Percy to come over and take care of his finances."

"There's a court order to freeze their assets, but from what I understand Percy has already withdrawn most of them," Ginevra answered. "He may count the rest as a loss."

George scratched the sofa. "We could try talking to him and appealing to his better nature, but it's doubtful they'd listen."

"No," Arthur replied. "I don't even think they'd see me on my death bed at this point."

Ginevra's eyes lit up. "That may not be such a bad idea."

George bit his lower lip.

"If they thought you were dying, we could lure Percy and Ron out to see you."

"I really doubt they would come to see me."

"Not unless there were political favors and an inheritance on the line."

"Excuse me?"

There was a spark in Ginevra's eyes. "Could you imagine what it would do to Percy's political career if he didn't see his father in the hospital?"

"It wouldn't look good," George admitted. "But why would he care? His political career is all but over."

"Is it over?" she asked. "There's been no election, and polls are still coming out."

"They all have Draco winning."

"I'm sure we can find at least a hundred Percy supports, and conveniently only poll them along with only twenty Draco supporters."

George's eyes grew. "It would be a skewed poll, yet all the answers they gave would be true. Percy would think he still have hope of winning."


"Family is important. It shouldn't prove difficult to find a poll which states that too. If Percy's supporters rank devotion to family high enough, he may think it would be political suicide not to see his father."

"Those polls could cause him to let his guard down long enough to fall into our hands."

"This all sounds very Slytherin," Arthur cut in.

"True, but I've learned over the years that their methods are often effective," Ginevra answered.

"Sadly, that's true enough," George sighed.

"Are you comfortable with lying to your brother though?"

"If, it saves the Wizarding World, then yes."

"Fine, we make these polls and I will pretend to be sick. How will any of this information get to them?" Arthur asked.

"Just leave that to me," Ginevra answered. "I have the perfect plan."