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Gaily I lived as ease and nature taught,

And spent my little life without a thought,

And am amazed that Death, that tyrant grim,

Should think of me, who never thought of him,

René Francois Regnier

"Ginny, you, and Emma alert the Ministry."

Hermione already had on her cloak over her hospital robe and was currently in search of her wand.

Ginny threw her husband a worried look before taking a baffled Emma by her arm and rushing down the hall with her.

Harry was speaking in hushed heated tones with Ron. Hermione, however didn't notice seeing as she was already butting heads with Draco.

"Draco, I need to go."

"Are you kidding! You just got out of the hosp-"

"Draco," she yelled this time holding her hand out for what she was sure he had.

"I need my wand," she gritted out between her clenched teeth. Every moment could mean death for who ever crossed Lacerta's path. She didn't have time for Draco's possessive streak to come shinning through right now.

Draco eyed her with her unbrushed frizzy hair pulled back in a loose ponytail, her eyes alight with anger and impatient. Slowly he pulled her wand out of his robes and placed it in her hands.

"Thank y-"

"I'm going with you."

"Wha-!" Hermione was just about to burst out in her rant on how she was not a child and could handle taking care of herself when Harry chipped in a stern annoyed tone.

"Excuse me, but this is a very dangerous-"

"I'm well aware, Potter. The fact we're in this very hospital can be contributed to the danger of being part of your life," Draco replied dryly.

"Hey, as much as I'd enjoy you to watch you two work out your problems, I'd like to go and check on my mother!" Ron bit out suddenly already half way out the door.

Hermione stepped forward closer to Ron, "I agree with Ronald, we need to stop bickering and go check out the Burrow."

Harry and Draco's eyes remained locked on each other for a few moments before Harry turned away toward Ron and Hermione.

"Alright, lets go."

The Burrow was in complete ruins. Hermione remembered when she was still in muggle schools and they learned about World War Two. Hermione remembered sitting on the edge of her chair and watching the two decades too old movie, watching as builds blew to pieces, fire erupting from every piece of debris.

If one such as Draco who had never seen the Burrow wouldn't have ever guessed that a house had once been on these grounds. Wooden panels covered in that rosy soft red paint were everywhere nails poking out every which way. Almost every piece was on fire or had a flame growing on it. The pigs and chickens lay slain near their homes; deep dark clouds covered the sky leaving a starless night. The moon would peek out from the cloud every once and a while to give the group a slip of light.

Once they arrived Draco scanned the area keeping his snide comments to himself for which Hermione was fully grateful. Hermione started to move forward toward the biggest pile of rubble where the house had once been.

"I'm going to go look for- them," Hermione whispered before setting forward in a slight run feeling Draco follow her.

"Mrs. Weasley? Mrs. Weasley?"

Draco was walking with his back to Hermione now his eyes narrowing where the forest began. His wand was held expertly in his pale hands and his eyes didn't waver.

"Hermione?"

The brunette rushed forward pulling large pieces of wood up cutting her hands on the nails. Draco joined her making the work go by fast.

"Mrs. Weasley!" Hermione almost screamed she could feel her heart starting to swell.

The final board was lifted off the old short woman's body and Hermione felt her stomach leap into her throat. Mrs. Weasley's hair was matted with blood and bits of her beloved house. She was bare foot, deep cuts traveled up and down her chubby legs. Her apron was still tied around her waist but the smell of whatever she must have been cooking had long been drown by the coppery smell of blood. Her hair had come loose from it's bun and cascaded around her head like a brilliant white red speckled sun. Her face had lots of scratches but only one large gash from her ear to her mouth.

"Bill? Bill stop teasing Charlie, you know he doesn't like that," Mrs. Weasley scolded clearly delirious.

"I'll get Weasley," Draco stated quietly swiftly stepping away toward where they'd last seen the red head.

"Mrs. Weasley?" Hermione patted the old woman's forehead brushing off a few short white strands of hair.

"Hermione? Hermione, dear, is that you?" Her voice now sounded more real like maybe she was snapping out of it.

Hermione grasp onto the old woman's scratched up hand, "Yes, Mrs. Weasley, Yes, I'm here. I'm right here. It's okay."

"Is Ron okay?" the old womans voice groggy voice asked.

Hermione felt burning tears coming to her eyes now. Even when this woman was so terribly hurt she still thought of her children.

Hermione nodded sniffling, "Yeah, he's fine, he's with Harry."

The older woman's small frame began to taking in small fanatic breaths.

"Hermione, I need you to do something for me."

"Anything," Hermione vowed clasping the old woman's hand harder.

"Promise me you'll look after Ron for me," Hermione could feel her throat tightening at her every word.

Hermione's voice broke, "Mrs. Weasley your gonna be okay-"

"Just because I'm old doesn't mean I'm stupid, Hermione. I know my curses, I've only got a bit longer."

The old woman paused her sad eyes traveling up Hermione's face.

"Please, Hermione," Hermione could not hold in a soft sob, "Please, he's my baby boy."

Hermione pressed her head up to where her's and Mrs. Weasley's hands were joined and nodded as her frame gently shook in grief.

She lift her head with a deep breath, "Okay, okay, Mrs. Weasley, I'll do it, I promise."

"Thank you," The old woman's breathing became softer, "Lord knows I do worry for the boy."

Hermione nodded sniffling again, "It's okay, just rest, every things going to be fine, I promise, just rest."

Mrs. Weasley nodded lightly and laid back further on the ground. Her chest wasn't moving so much anymore. Suddenly her arms and legs lost all tension and went limp. The muscles in her face relaxed completely and fell.

Hermione knew then that Molly Prewett Weasley was dead.

She had joined her husband and three of her sons up somewhere beyond the clouds and the sky.

"Rest now..."

Next chapter: Funeral, Ron's break down, and how the other Weasleys died.

Ellie

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