"What have we got here?"

Percy smiled as Evan crouches down, noticing that Percy is sitting on the sand with a pail and a shovel. They are currently on a beach, quite near the coast. Percy lifts his pail to reveal another firm sand on a stack of firm sand.

"It's a sandcastle," Percy said, using his thumb to make dents. "Scabbers is the king-" Percy puts Scabbers on the highest stack of sand. "And Hermes is his knight!"

"It looks beautiful, Percy," Evan complimented, admiring the sandcastle. "You know, I'm happy that you love Scabbers and that you're the one to have him. I can't imagine anyone else who will care for him as you do."

"What's wrong with Druella?"

"Druella's just not that good with caring for toys, ruining each of them very soon," Evan shook his head in amusement. "So, who is who here?"

"So, Scabbers is the king," Percy repeated. Evan nods. "And Hermes is the knight!"

"What about you?" Evan asked. "Are you the god?"

"Nah-" Percy shook his head, his fingers brushing Scabbers' fur. "I'd rather be Daddy's knight!"

"Daddy's knight?" Evan questioned. Percy proudly nods. "Why won't you be Daddy's prince?"

"Because Daddy calls me his knight!" Percy exclaimed. Evan chuckled as he hugged his little brother's tiny body, kissing his cheeks, earning a giggle from him.

"Then, you are my knight too."

"Boys!" Percy and Evan turned their heads to see their father, calf-deep in the coast, a surfing board nearby. "Who wants to go surfing?"

"I do!" Percy ran to his father, leaving his sandcastle behind as the calf-deep water becomes stomach-deep for him. Rhys helped Percy on the surfing board, balancing him to lay on his stomach.

"You don't have to stand up yet, Perce-" Rhys shook his head. Percy nodded as he held his father's hand for support, trying to sit on the board but instead falling to the waters, letting out an 'oof' as he falls.

"Let's try again, ok?" Rhys chuckled as he helped Percy get back on his butt. Percy nods, slowly balancing himself on the surfboard.

"Yes!" Rhys cheered as Percy clawed the sides of the surfing board, his face displaying fear. "Calm down, Percy."

"I want to go back," Percy cried, still terrified.

"Here we go-" Rhys carried Percy back down the waters, holding his hand back to the shore.

"Daddy?" Percy called once they sit down, Rhys handing Percy a container containing a slice of lemon pie from the basket. Rhys hummed. "Can we see people who are still alive?"

"We can," Rhys confirmed. "There's this place where we go to see the world of the living, but they can't see us."

"So, both of you saw me?" Percy asked, having swallowed his cut of the pie. Rhys and Evan nodded.

"We would've helped you if we could," Evan said, drinking more of his beer.

"Would you have forgiven Mummy?" Percy asked, looking at his family. "For what she did to me?"

"No-" Rhys shook his head. "A part of me still loves her but I can't forgive her. I trusted her to love you yet she broke her promise and hurt you-" Rhys kissed Percy's head. "For that, I can't forgive her."

"Can I have that?" Percy asked, his fingers pointing to the bottle of beer his brother is holding. Evan chuckled, side-eyeing Rhys' glare.

"Err, ask Father-" Evan nodded. Percy turned to face Rhys, who immediately softens his expression.

"Can I?" Percy pleaded, giving his puppy dog eyes. "Just a tiny bit?"

"Well, Evan is drinking a grown-up drink," Rhys said, kissing his still-chubby cheeks. "So, if you still want it, then you have to wait until you're a grown-up, ok?

"But I'm never going to grow up!" Percy pouted. "I'll be stuck eight forever!"

"Nine years from now, when you're supposed to be seventeen," Rhys tried to compromise. "How's that sound?"

"Ok-" Percy pouted, putting his finished container on the floor. "How's Arthur and Molly? I've never met either of them, but I've seen Arthur."

"You want to see them?" Rhys asked. When Rhys sees that Percy nodded, Rhys nodded as well, standing up from the outdoor mat, his hand outstretched for Percy to hold. Percy looked at Evan, as if silently asking him to join, but Evan only made an encouraging gesture for Percy to go on. Turning his back against his brother, Percy follows his father to this spot.

Percy looks around, noticing they're about to go to a building nearby. Percy never questioned what the building is, maybe he should've. Rhys directs him to a room, the room being square-shaped pitch black with a fuzzy carpet all over the walls and a white screen. There is a chair in the centre, a square-like thing that Percy can't tell, and a speaker. A woman is waiting behind the chair, smiling politely at Percy.

"Go, take a seat," Rhys encouraged. Percy nods as he stepped forward, going to the seat. As he rests his body on the chair, the woman gets behind the thing, pressing something on the button. The square-like thing then projects a bright light on the screen to reveal Arthur and a redheaded plump woman, seating in front of Percy's grave, neither have the tears nor energy to cry anymore. In the woman's hand had been an album of Percy during his youth. The album displayed a picture of a one-year-old him in the bath, helped by Camilla, happy smiles etched on both faces.

"We can't keep living like this, Molly-" Arthur shook his head. When Molly didn't say anything, Arthur did. "I've been written up at work, my boss forces me to take a sick leave. The children need to eat. We've been destroying ourselves since his death."

"Alright-" Molly nodded, her eyes still fixated on her son she never got to know.

"I found a mind healer, Dr Karen Jones," Arthur continued. "I feel that we need her service the most, probably bring Bill and Charlie too. They knew who he was, Charlie had been destructive and Bill had been depressive."

"Ok-" Molly agreed. Maybe she knew he was right, maybe she just has no energy left within her to fight. She stood up, strolling forth to the tombstone, brushing a hand over the carving.

PERCIVAL IGNATIUS ROSIER (WEASLEY)
22 AUGUST 1976 - 16 MAY 1984
ALWAYS LONGED AND ALWAYS LOVED
OUR LITTLE KNIGHT

"I love you," Molly whispered as she rests her head on the tombstone, kissing it. She stands up, facing her husband. "I should prepare food for the kids."

"Let's get in."

The clip ended and Percy takes a deep breath in, sorrow in his heart. That's how Molly Weasley, his biological mother looked like. Still red hair, but she had brown eyes, she had been plump and quite short, and she'd not wear glasses. Both Arthur and Molly Weasley had loved him so dearly- yet he never knew them. Arthur looked for him- yet he never looked for him. Now, Percy regrets that.

"Percy?" Rhys called for him. Percy hummed. "Let's go back, Evan is waiting for us."

"Ok."