Harry James Potter walked trough the Burrow. Death Eaters had been there.
Blood was on the walls, tables were turned up side down and many were dead. There were tears in his eyes, as he walked through the attacked house. It was his birthday party when the Death Eaters came. "It is all my fault that every one is dead." he thought to himself. Harry walked past someone; there was a wooden pole on his leg. It was Ron. Harry grabbed the pole and removed it from his leg. He had a heartbeat! Harry cast eight spells on him. He opened his eyes. He gasped at what he saw. His sister, dad, mum, and brothers were all laying on the floor.
"Are any of them alive?" Ron cried, tears leaping off his face.
"Ron, I am so sorry." Harry frowned. "Where's Hermione?" Ron asked Harry worriedly. "Is she dead?"
"No. she fine. But her parents are dead." Harry said sadly. "She's over there." He said as he pointed at the couch. "Oh crap, Ron you're leg, you won't be able to walk." Harry whispered pointing to Ron's bloody leg. "Yeah, well, it doesn't feel too good. I am going to St. Mongos can you send me there?"
"Sure." Harry took out his wand and mumbled a small spell. Ron instantly was transported there. Harry walked over to Hermione on the couch. (The couch had holes in it.)
"Did any one survive?" she asked through tears.
"Yes. Ron did, but no one else did." Harry answered simply. He sat down next to her, and put his arm around her shoulder. "Hermione, it is o.k."
"No, Harry, the Weasleys are dead and my parents are to."
"Hermione, Voldemort killed my parents too. It is not easy to lose your parents." Harry told her. "Ron, you and I are now, orphans. We can get through this, together. We should kill Voldemort. Hermione I need revenge. Will you help me? I can't do it on my own, we can do it together"
"Yes, but how's Ron?" she asked worry ness rising in her voice. "Fine, but his leg is a little scratched up." Harry informed her. "Well, a little more than little," Hermione laughed slightly.
"How hurt are you Harry?" She asked him, as she looked at his ripped clothes and bloody body.
"Fine, just cut and a few spells hit me, but not badly. How about you?" he asked her.
"Good. Mainly my chest got cut but that's all."
"Hermione we should call St. Mongos.
Later that day the hospital staff came and took the body's away. Harry watched as the Weasleys, Lupin, Moody and several others were taken into the hospital. Tears slowly trickled down Harry's cheek. "It will never ever, be the same!" Hermione wined. "It will not be the same but we can manage." Harry said trying to make his friend feel better.
"I don't know if I will be able manage, Harry. I really don't." she said glumly.
"Of course you can manage, if not I am here for you Hermione, be sides I know how it feels to lose loved ones Hermione." Harry told her.
"Harry I feel worse for you than any one else. You have lost so many loved ones." She said softly rubbing his shoulder. "Thanks Hermione. And I feel really sorry for you too."
"Why?" She asked confused.
"Well like first year, you were in danger from a troll. In second year you got petrified. Third year, werewolf. Hermione if you were not my friend you would be in none of that danger!"
"Harry, don't say that it's your entire fault!" She yelled back.
She hugged him tightly. "I am sorry Hermione." Harry told her.
"Same here." She told him as he pulled away.
"In one week we should go off to find . . . him." Harry would almost always say his name but Harry strangely could not say his name today. Mainly because, Voldemort made his life a living nightmare.