A/N: Thank all for the reviews. I'm getting a lot of hits for this story, but not many reviews. So, I don't know if I should keep with this story or not. I'll start the 5th chapter if I get 4 more reviews. (Katie, you don't count, because I know you. :P You've been reviewing my stories since I wrote crap in what, 9th grade?)

Hermione stared after Ron and Harry as they left. Sinking into the couch, she sat Hugo on her lap. "Mummy, where's daddy?" He asked.

Hermione smiled down at her child and straightened his dark brown hair. He was a very clever boy, being only two years old and all. He took after her in that sense. Sure he was mischievous like a Weasley and he had the temper to match, but he was very inquisitive. When he was a baby, he was always moving, always discovering things.

"They went to find Auntie Ginny, love." She said calmly.

"Is that where Uncle Harry went?" He asked as he fidgeted in his mother lap.

Hermione nodded. "Yes. They'll be back shortly…"

"Where did Auntie Ginny go? Weren't we going to have dinner with them and Teddy was going to come over. 'Member, mum? I was gunna show him my toy broom, so I can fly like Uncle Harry, right mum?" He stopped, waiting for Hermione to answer him.

"Yes, love. They were supposed to come over, but we got some news. Auntie Ginny came to get us and we don't know where she went." Hermione answered.

Molly appeared and decided to give Hermione a break. As she took the child out of her arms, Hermione smiled her thanks.

"Gram, why aren't they back yet?" She heard Hugo asked as Molly took him into the kitchen, presumably making food.

George sat back and rested his hand on her leg. "They'll be fine, 'Mione. You know how hot tempered the two can get…" He said.

She nodded, slipping back into old thoughts. Though around Harry, he was somewhat docile, Ron had developed his own temper. Nothing to compare to Ginny's or Molly's, but this was his sister. And the way Harry had barged out… He clearly was emotional. If the wrong person got in his way, she knew it wouldn't end well. He was a passionate person, but very stubborn.

Hermione thought back when they were all fighting, back in her fourth year. She thought about how the two of them were so stubborn. She'd seen the two of them lash out in anger. Shaking her head, she hoped the two would find reason.

Suddenly the Weasley fireplace was lit. A crystal blue blaze poured from the hearth as the Minister of Magic came forth.

He nodded to those present as Molly came back into the livingroom, Teddy still in her arms. "I have some bad news…" He said, bowing his head slightly. But before he continued he looked around. "Where are Harry and Ron…? They should be here for this."

"They're out… please continue…" Arthur said, knowing that Sacklebolt would get the point. Ron and Harry were out there as they spoke, looking for her.

Molly gasped as Hermione's hands started to tremble. She looked over at George who held his own hands firmly.

"Not again…" She thought. "This family can't handle another…"

"Ginevra Weasley was just found. It seems she was murdered…" Kingsley Shacklebolt said, his jaw tight.

Molly burst into tears as she but the child down. Hugging onto Arthur, the only female Weasley sobbed into his shoulder. Hermione remained quiet as silent tears streamed down her cheeks. George and Bill turned away while Percy removed himself from the room.

Her tears soon drowned out her sight. They washed down her face and she didn't care. All that mattered was that her closest female friend was gone.

"H-how? What—what happened, K-kingsley?" Hermione said, finally speaking up.

Sighing, he continued. "She was tortured, burned, before they finally used the Killing Curse. If you wish to see her, she's being attended to at St. Mungo's."

Molly looked up and nodded. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley followed Kingsley back through the fireplace. Hermione muttered that she'd stay here in case Ron or Harry came back. She wondered if they knew, yet.

She shook her head. Harry wasn't going to be able to handle this. Ginny was the world to him. After losing so many, one would have given up. But Harry found Ginny through the war and he clung to her afterwards. Many said it was like Lily and James were living again. They were even planning a family together, hoping to get pregnant soon.

This would absolutely crush him and after he'd been through so much and lost so much…

And Ron… Ron had confided in Hermione about what it was like hearing that his younger sister was in the Chamber of Secrets back in their second year.

He'd told her about the many, horrific thoughts that went through his head. He'd become angry and only thought of revenge. And when Lockhart was going to let his sister just rot down there, he didn't care that his wand was broken.

"Perhaps it would cause and even worse spell to hit the damned fool." Hermione remembered him saying, Ron nearly seething as he spoke.

If that had affected him so much, then how would he take this? Hermione didn't really fear his reaction. After all, she was his wife. But she worried about how this would affect their home life.

Suddenly, Harry and Ron nearly fell out of the chimney. They both looked pretty scraped up and dirty. Harry rose from the ground first, a rather large gash across his face.

"Bloody hell!" He exclaimed as Ron got up and brushed the dirt from his robes.

Hermione ran to them and used a few basic healer spells to fix the two of them up. Once the two were cleaned up, they both noticed the sadness in the room. Before Hermione could divert their inquiries and ask about their present condition, Harry asked the cursed question:

"What's the matter? Any news?"

At this, the two boys rose and George came to stand at Hermione's side, facing the two. He put his hand on Harry's upper arm and just shook his head and looked down.

"They found her…" Hermione croaked out almost inaudible. Her tears suddenly reappeared at the corners of her eyes. She couldn't believe that she had to tell them. She was the one to explain that Harry's beloved and Ron—Hermione's own husband—Ron's own sister was now dead.

Harry sank to his knees, his face pressed in his hands, while Ron just caved in, emotionally. He bore no sign of sorrow. It was just a blank stare ahead. At first it seemed like he was confused, but that quickly turned into an angry glare.

Hermione bent down do try and comfort Harry. She put an arm around him and talked softly. "Harry, Molly and Arthur went to St. Mungo's. They should be—"

"Is that where she is?" He looked up at her, his emerald green eyes stained red with sorrow.

Before she even got the chance to nod her head or give any sort of response, Ron was back at the fireplace.