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Chapter Three: Sherlock

Over the next few days, there was an era of depression all through the house. Like Harry, everyone agreed that Charlie looked so peaceful in the guest room. So, his body remained at the Potters', rather than being moved to the burrow.

There was always someone from the Weasley family in the house. Bill and Fleur had made a temporary home in Harry and Ginny's living room. Mrs. Weasley spent everyday at the Potters', going home only to sleep. She spent almost all of her time with Bill (probably afraid of losing him too).

Just as James had said in his letter, all four children arrived at Kings Cross Wednesday afternoon. Harry and Hermione came to pick up them up, leaving Ron and Ginny to work out funeral details. Only two minutes after arriving on Platform 9 ¾ did the Hogwarts Express show up. Rose got out of the train first, and ran to greet her mother. Then the boys came. Hugo put on a big smile at the sight of his mother as she went forward to give him a hug. Harry smiled to himself. He always found it so sweet seeing Hermione act so motherly. Then he turned to see his own kids.

Albus came first, a semi-fake smile on his face. James trailed behind the rest, looking somber. Harry half expected to see Lily walk out of the train after them, but when the metal doors slid shut, Harry felt a stab of pain in his heart. Harry quickly shook off the feeling and smiled for his sons.

"Hey, boys," he said, ruffling each of their hair, "Good train ride?"

They both murmured a yes. Apparently, there wasn't much enthusiasm. Harry looked over to Hermione. She gave him a nod and the six of them went out to the car.

When they got to the house, all of the Weasley siblings were there. Percy had also brought along Thomas and Hannah. After all of the hugs were exchanged, Hugo, Rose, and Albus were sent to watch over the twins. Hermione, Harry, and James joined the adults. They arrived at the table just as they were deciding on the funeral date.

"Tomorrow morning will be the funeral, and then in the afternoon, we will all get to work on finding Lily," Mrs. Weasley said to Harry. He was about to object, but then he caught Ginny's eye and remembered their earlier conversation.

"So she's really gone?" Everyone turned to see James speak. He had been so quiet that most of them forgot he was there.

Harry put his arm around his son and said, "Yes, James, someone kidnapped Lily and we are going to get her back."

James closed his eyes and was quiet for a moment. Suddenly, he slammed his fist on the table and said, "This is all my fault!" and he ran out of the room.

"Oh, James!" Ginny called after him, but the only response she got was a slammed door.

"I'll go talk to him," Harry offered, but Ginny stopped him.

"No," she said abruptly, "Give him some space. He'll talk when he's ready." It was true, James was never thrilled to have 'heart-to-hearts', so Harry agreed with Ginny and sat back down.

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The next day, everyone went to the burrow for the funeral. It wasn't very big. All of the Weasley family was there, along with just a few other guests. Bill gave the eulogy, He didn't cry, but Harry could tell he was holding it in by how his voice cracked occasionally and how his eyes were closed most of the time. Mrs. Weasley tried to give her speech, but she only got as far as, "Oh, Charlie…" then broke down crying. All in all, it went exactly as expected.

After the funeral, everyone went right to work.

"Alright, so I was thinking we could go on brooms to Hogwarts, find Malfoy and kick his sorry a—" George started, but Ron interjected.

"Hold it, Hold it," he said, "We don't even know who took Lily. First we need to make a list of suspects, then we track down each suspect, then we need to—"

"Okay, Sherlock," said Hermione, "That's a great plan, but the only problem is that we don't have any suspects"

"Who the bloody hell is Sherlock?"

Hermione ignored the question and said, "Focus, Ron! Who could possibly be a suspect? Who would hold a grudge against Harry for 20 years?"

Hermione looked around at everyone. They were all thinking the same name, but nobody wanted to say it. Finally Ron broke the silence.

"But it can't be him, could it?"

"Harry killed him," said George.

"Yes," said Harry, "I did, that's the scary thing. Every possible suspect is dead. We—"

Harry was cut off by a loud pop, and Draco Malfoy was standing in the room.

"It was my aunt," he panted, "Aunt Bella."

CLIFFHANGER!!

Btw, if you're wondering where Mr. Weasley is, I'm sorry, but he died in an accident along with a bunch of other ministry workers, testing muggle bombs. Let's have a moment of silence for Mr. Weasley...

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