At the sound of Harry's voice, Mrs. Weasley awoke with a start. Tears began to roll down her checks and she let out a soft sob. Lupin released her hand and it fell with a thud beside her. Mr. Weasley pulled her into a hug and whispered things into her ear. Slowly she began to calm down. "Arthur, what have we let happen? We knew not to let the kids in on this!" she whimpered. Mr. Weasley let tears fall silently down his cheeks for a while before answering.

"Molly, if they hadn't have been there, who knows what would have happened." He looked down at her, dismayed at his own words.

"You made a decision that could have affected the rest of the world." Dumbledor smiled as he walked down the hall. His eyes sparkled, but there was a fear in them. The air about him seemed dark and for a while he looked old, not the youthful man of the years before.

"Oh Dumbledor! How could we have let our children do this?" Mrs. Weasley whimpered from the ground. Lupin was trying to pull her up off the floor.

"Molly come on, let's go away from here. There are too many ears around." He nodded at the group of reporters making there way to them.

"Back to Grimulaude place." Dumbledor nodded. "We have much to discuss." He said looking at Harry, the smile from his face, gone. Slowly the group made their way down the hallway. They checked out at the front desk where they were told that they could set up the funeral in the little chapel there if they like. Mrs. Weasley cried a bit more, but not to the extent she had been. Fred and George had Ginny out in a car waiting for them. The Ministry had paid for it and for that the Weasley's were grateful. Ginny sat out in the car sobbing.

"Mom, is it true? Fred and George say that… they say that…" Ginny started but she wasn't able to finish.

"Wipe your tears dear." Mrs. Weasely smiled at her daughter, catching one of the tears before it reached the end of her face. "Ron wouldn't have wanted us to cry over him." She reached for her husbands hand and looked at all the faces around her. "And he would have wanted all of his closes friends near by." She smiled at Harry and Hermione.

"Alright let's get a move on." Sirius pointed at the car. His tone was gruff and mildly upset. Everyone squeezed into the cars and soon was at the Black home.

"Dumbledor, what happened with the silver orb?" Hermione asked as they walked into the small kitchen. Now that she had re told the story, there were a few things that were bothering her.

"It's the same concept as what had happened when Harry fought Voldemort the last time. You remember Harry. When Cedric's spirit came from his wand." Dumbledor stated simply. Harry looked at the ground remembering that year.

"What happened then?" George asked looking around. It had been days since the two of them had pulled a joke, and there was talk of them closing their joke shop.

"Well, Ron had given Harry a little something extra that Voldemort wasn't expecting. I'm surprised that he actually knew that spell. Not many people use it, not many know it. It's very high level magic. He created somewhat of a shield around Harry and that caused Harry to be stronger than Voldemort. The collision of their spells was too much for Voldemort to handle and he lost his grip. The spell moved up to him. Both he and Harry had cast the same spell, and since Ron had protected Harry, part of his spell went with him and because the spell encased Harry, it encased Voldemort too, only he had death spells mixed in. The orb took his form and slowly killed him. There was no chance of his surviving. Voldemort is dead." Dumbledor finished. Mrs. Weasley shuddered after the end. She had gotten up and was fixing food, giving herself busy work. She sat plates of cookies and such on the table in front of them.

"How come Sirius and Lupin and Mrs. Weasley survived all the blows that they took?" Hermione asked her eyes huge and full of wonder.

"I'm not sure. Only strong witches and wizards could take those blows. Perhaps those around us are stronger than they look." He took and cookie and made a glass of milk appear before him.

"So what happens now?" Mrs. Weasley asked, turning around and looking at the sullen table.

"I don't know. No one knows." Dumbledor looked up from his glass. "It's hard to tell at this point."

"It's going to be weird you know." Sirius whispered. He looked at Harry then at his sandwich that Mrs. Weasley had just laid before him. Everyone looked at him.

"What? What's going to be weird?" Harry asked, finally looking up from the ground.

"We have nothing to fear now. Well except exposure to the muggles and such. And you will be better known than ever. It'll go to your head." Sirius looked at Harry with a small scowl.

"It already has." Ginny whispered.

"Well there's nothing we can do about it now, or prevent it." Lupin cut in trying to stop the argument before it started.

"What do you mean it already has?" Harry looked up at her defiantly. "I've done nothing wrong!"

"What are you talking about Harry? We all heard what you said." Mrs. Weasley raged.

"I told the story the way that it happened." Harry jumped out of his chair and pointed at the lot. "You were just going to let the story die!"

"It should have died!" Sirius broke in. His voice was harsh and commanding. "It was something that should have never happened and we have lost so many lives due to it. How many of those deaths did you put in your story? Hmm?"

"Well I…" Harry began, but then fell silent.

"Did you even mention that Sirius took a blow for you, trying to protect you? Did you mention that I took several hits trying to save you? Did you mention Dumbledor's brilliant plan to trap him? You even made your best friend look like he was the enemy turning his wand on you. You didn't even tell him that you would have died if it wasn't for Ron and now he is going to go down in history as the boy who pointed his wand the wrong direction!" Mrs. Weasley shouted at him. Her face had become red and hot.

"Well, I mentioned some of those things." Harry tried in defense of himself.

"Harry it doesn't matter now, what's done is done. No all we have to do is try to fix it." Lupin smiled at him.

"It does matter! Our reputations and our parts in this battle are going to be forgotten because the boy who lived should have died!" Mrs. Weasley finished clapping her hands over her mouth. "Oh Harry, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that." Harry looked at the table, a tear rolling down his face.

"Molly that was quite uncalled for." Lupin walked over and put a hand on Harry's shoulder. "Harry you did what you thought was right at the time. In due time we will fix it. Don't cry. She didn't mean it."

"Why do we have to fix it?" Harry whispered. Everyone looked at him, their faces stunned.

"What did you say?" Sirius asked not sure if her heard him correctly.

"Why do we have to fix it? After that entire story is what happened, right Hermione?" Harry smiled at her. Everyone at the table looked at her. Her eyes grew large. 'How could he do that to me?' she thought to herself. Now she had to choose, her boyfriend or her friends.

"Why are you asking her, she's going to side with him. That's her boyfriend." George pounded a fist on the table. "Poor Ron. He liked you so much Hermione."

"Leave her alone. I'm right aren't I?" Harry glared at George.

"I… I… I don't know!" she whispered running up the stairs and slamming the door.