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Spazz: aw. That's sad. Poor Ginny. But now for
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What has been done? WHat's wrong with Hermione?
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It had been a month since the trip to St. Mungo's and Ginny and Ron's deaths. Harry and Hermione were silent as the black limo they were riding in to their loved one's funerals. The car came to a halt and they stepped out. It was a crisp September morning, the slight breeze adding to the chilly tempatures.
It seems the whole world is mourning… Hermione thought feeling grief-stricken still.
A half-hour later they gathered around two tombstones under an oak tree. They stood next to each other, surrounded by the people that loved them. The Weasley's, the Order, and they people they loved most…
"We are gathered here today to send off a message, to two loved siblings. They together died a hero's death in the tragic Final Battle. Giving up their lives to save the people they loved. Ronald Bilius Weasley who sacrificed himself to save his wife, Mrs. Hermione Granger Weasley, and his unborn child. And Mrs. Ginny Weasley Potter who died giving birth to her and her husband, Harry James Potter's, child, directly after the Final Battle. Although these loved ones do not remain with us here now, we rest peacefully knowing they are in a better place…" The priest seemed to drone on.
Hermione couldn't pay attention. Her eyes whelled up with tears, threatening to overflow. She felt a hand squeeze her shoulder as the tears started to roll down her face. She looked up to see Harry let go of her shoulder and open his arms. She fell into them and cried on her best friend's shoulder, feeling an unbearable pain, and loss. "I never going to see him again…" She cried.
Hary hugged her tight. "It's okay 'Mione. I miss him too. Ginny too."
"Oh Harry. I'm so stupid. I'm so sorry."
She's said that before too… "For what 'Mione?"
She couldn't reply. At that moment she broke down in sobs. Harry closed his eyes taking in the monotonous sound of the preachers voice, the crisp autumn air, and the wet feeling growing on his shoulder…
The preacher had finished. Slowly the crowd thinned. Harry looked around at the immence graveyard surrounding him, he hadn't seen it a week ago when they drove by. Had it been here?
There was crunching sound. Harry turned to see Tonks limping toward him, with Mrs. Weasley, who's eyes were red and blochy with mascara smeared down her cheek.
"I-I wanted to tell you how much…I appreciated your friendships with Ron and Ginny…and you're relationships. I'm still coping with the fact that I only have only four children instead of seven."
Harry was stunned. He hadn't known someone else other than Ginny and Ron had died too. "Four?"
"Percy was killed by Bellatrix Lestrange." She said in a stoic way.
"How come there re all these graves? I never saw this place until today."
Mrs. Weasley looked sadly across the field. "It's the field for all those lost that day. Everyone of these brave people lost their lives trying to save the world. But of course, only witches and wizards are here. There's a separate graveyard for the muggles."
"Oh. Wow." Harry looked sadly across the field. There had to be well over a thousand graves. It didn't seem possible there were this many people in the world.
"Wotcher Harry." Tonks smiled slightly, trying to brighten the mood somewhat. Harry looked at her and was surprised to find her on crutches, limping on one of her foots.
"Hey Tonks. What happened?"
To Harry's surprise, anger and resentment flashed across her face. "A stupid man called Lucius Malfoy, something he shot at George rocketed off target and hit my leg. I'm going through therapy but it'll always be partially paralyzed."
"Oh. I guess nothing good came out of that day." Harry stared at the ground. It was his fault Ron was dead, Hermione got hurt, and every other life Voldemort had taken that day happened. If he had finished him off when he was a baby, none of this would have happened. He'd had plenty of opportunities, and yet he failed to kill that awful man.
"Tonks!" Lupin called to her. She turned to him and shouted,
"Be right there!" and turned to Harry. "Harry, I want you to know, no one blames you. So stop beating yourself up. It was fate that made it this way, and nothing you did could have stopped it. Take care." She limped off toward Remus leaving just Harry and Hermione, until Mrs. Weasley helped her back to the church behind the graveyard, leaving Harry alone.
After a few moments of a chilly wind rippling his hair he decided he should either move or freeze. Slowly walking he made his way through the maze of tombstones. He was surprised, and deeply saddened at the fact that many names were familier. He passed my Seamus Finnigan, Padma Patil, and Penelope Clearwater and Percy's graves. Next to Percy and Penelope's were two smaller stones that bore the names Jessie Weasley and Martin Weasley, their twins. On the back of the stone described the story of this family. Percy and Penelope were married less than a year earlier and Penelope had gone into labor a few moments before the battle began. The twins were born healthy right on the hill Hermione had been on. They had taken their children and made way for safety before Crabbe decided to kill the young family with a single curse. It only affected Percy who had sacrificed himself, but Crabbe killed the wife and children afterward. Leaving a family lying in a heap on the grass.
It was when he passed a grave labeled "Nelly Beat" that Fred and George spotted Harry and walked over to him, leaves crunching beneath their boots. "Harry?"
"Yeah?"
George put a hand on Harry's shoulder and Fred put his hand on Harry's other shoulder. "Come on, it's time to go."
They started to walk back when they heard a blood-curdling scream. Harry ran to the church where he saw a crowd of people gathered at the alter. He pushed his way through to see Hermione sprawled on the floor in agony. He knelt next to her as she screamed again, tensing her muscles. Harry knew something must be hurting her, but he could tell what.
"Hermione! What's wrong?" He shouted over another shriek of pain.
"Ha-" She was cut off with another scream and she passed out on the floor. He picked her up and set her down on a pew, unable to see anyplace where on her body she could have gotten hurt. Slowly he took off her jacket but still couldn't see anything.
"Is anyone here a Healer?" He shouted at the crowd gathered behind him. Slowly a woman appeared. It was Madame Pomfrey.
"Oh, Merlin. Honey, what happened?" She asked checking Hermione's pulse.
"I'm not sure…She is all right though, isn't she?" Harry placed his finger on her cheek and Mrs. Weasley appeared through the crowd, followed by Tonks and Lupin.
"Oh my. Come along dear. We'll take her to St. Mungos."
"No." Harry whispered. "They didn't help her last time and that may be why this happened."
"Harry," Madame Pomfrey's voice went dry. "This couldn't have happened at St. Mungos. It's Dark Magic."
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