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Proclamation 5-4, subsection 3, article seven, third paragraph, 10th word,

And so he spaketh "the"

The Burrow:

And so there they were together, Ron, Harry, Ginny, George and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley sitting around the dining room table at the burrow. It had been three months since the true end of the war and she was still gone, it had really begun to sink in, she wasn't coming back.

Harry could still see her, like it was yesterday standing outlined against flame and smoke anger and fear determination and desperateness etched across her face, screaming curses at the top of her lungs. Her brown main of angry curls like little wheals of barbed wire flaring out behind her, her robes blood stained and damaged clinging to her fit form. One great blast of colorless light and she was gone. Just gone. That had been D day he had just defeated Voldemort and had looked to her, such joy and hope running through him.

Now he was glad she was gone, glad that at least one of his friends hadn't had to witness the uprising that had followed. That evil which had clawed its way back up from the pits of hell to slash and tear at humanity. No she hadn't needed to witness that. She had been one of his greatest friends, and luck had fated her kindly that day. He must believe that. He must. He must.

He looked around the table at the faces he saw, and it brought him some happiness to see the rest of them. Yet it still brought sorrow. There was a place missing, they had all managed to overcome the loss of Sirius of Lupin and Tonks and the others. But Hermione? None of them could quite grasp it. Why was it so hard?

Harry was jerked out of his sorrowful reverie by a slight whooshing sound that had issued from the fire place in the kitchen. Green flames had just burst forth from the cold grate and a stern faced witch emerged.

"Professor"
he cried in amazement as he recognized the witch as Minerva McGonagall the Head Mistress of Hogwarts,
"what on earth are you doing here?"

"What on Earth… I know you have defeated one of the darkest wizards in history but that's no excuse for rudeness dear boy"
she said not unkindly as she looked him over.
"And the reason I am here is to inform you that you"
she gestured to the whole of the table
"have been summoned to St. Mungos immediately regarding the treatment of someone."

"Who?"
the whole table inquired incredulously, in unison
"I don't know"
she replied with a bit of a frown,
"I myself have just been informed. I was asked by the minister to convey this message to you. He said it was urgent and that I must come in person, he was very agitated about the whole matter and he didn't seem quite himself. Honestly I was hoping you could tell me what's going on."
She said with an odd look on her face as she stared pointedly at Molly.
"Honestly I haven't heard anything from Percy in a good week and a half; I can't imagine what could have him so upset. I mean really we are his family why didn't he come himself."
Molly said with a frown as she regarded the rest of her family.

"I don't know what wrongs with him. I know he has been stressed what with the aura clean up and all ugh"
she gave rare shudder at the thought of the darklings. Horrible things; they haunted her dreams and thoughts as of late.
"It would do him good not to micromanage such things anyway you are needed at St. Mungos right away. I'm sorry I cannot go with you, I have a lot of work to do at the school, I trust you will be joining us this coming semester."
Minerva said inclining her head toward the youngsters, before stepping back into the fire and disapeering.

Harry watched as the flames subsided in silence listening to the rest of his "family" muse as to whom it may be that Percy had asked them to visit. The next time he spoke it was to call out his destination to the flames that would whisk him away to what would go down in history as the strangest day in his life.

St. Mungos:

Shouting, smoke and flashing lights greeted the Weaslys and Harry as they stepped out of the massive fire place in the lobby of St. Mungos.

"What the Bloody Hell is going on here"
Ron exclaimed as he took in the wreckage that was St. Mungos.

There were tables and chairs broken and thrown everywhere and in the center of the room there was the Minister of magic himself straining to restrain what appeared to be a very angry very distraught Neville Longbottom.

"Let me go! Let me go! That's my wife let meeeeeee gooooooooo!"

"Calm down, it's for her own good calm down. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh"
Percy screamed as Neville managed to throw him off and sprint toward the lift in the center of the far wall with Percy hot on his heels.

"Stop!"
he bellowed as he tackled the distraught man bringing him to the ground hard with a loud screech of pain from both men.

A split second later the two struggling men were joined by the Weasley twins, Harry and Ron.

"Please Harry please tell them to let me go I have to be with her she needs me please!"

Neville sobbed as he strained against the magical bonds that held him to a battered chair in the corner of the lobby.

"Neville calm down tell me what's going on"
Harry said soothingly as he stared bewilderedly down his childhood friend.

"Yeah mate calm down, and since when are you married you're not even twenty"
Ron said bewilderedly and a trifle muffled as he was nursing a cut lip he had received when Neville or Percy had kicked him during their scuffle to calm their manic friend.

"Ron, shut it would you!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed "Just relax darling, and tell us what happened!

"Alright ….. alright I'll tell you.