I hopeyou guys enjoyed the last chapter, and some of your guesses were pretty close. Enjoy.

Hermione's mind was reeling, what was going on. How did Bellatrix come back, and how the hell did Dumbledore talk to her through that poor child's body. To be truthful Hermione was the most broken up about that poor little girl, the one who had begged for Hermione to help her. When Charlie had picked her up and aparated them to Grimauld Place, they had all hugged her saying they were sorry, but they were more interested in why Dumbledore had spoken through a body. Charlie had been the one to hold her on the couch, while she was still drenched in blood and let her cry. When Mrs. Weasley had seen her covered in blood she had immediately tried to get the girl in the shower but Kingsley was quite adamant about her being there to tell them what had happened. As Hermione had relayed what had happened, Charlie had reached over and squeezed her hand, keeping in contact with her and giving her strength.

Hermione wished it was all a dream and she'd wake up sleeping in the Ministry's Library, but she'd look down at her hands that had innocent blood on them and her heart would give a painful lurch. She felt totally responsible for her death, and she didn't even know the little girls name.

Charlie knew Hermione was hurting, he could see it in her eyes. In the way she wouldn't look at anyone and in the way that she would shudder every once in a while. He wished that Hermione could jump in the shower and get that little reminder off of her, but he knew Kingsley wasn't cruel. He wanted to get this figured out, and the biggest thing on everyone's plate was how did Dumbledore get through and talk to them.

"This is just too weird," Fred said. "How could Dumbledore do that, he's dead."

"We'll if anyone could speak from beyond the grave its him," Ginny said matter of factly.

"Do you think Dumbledore's alive," Bill asked cautiously

"I think that as much as we wish he could be alive, we need to realize that he's dead, and probably just talking through the veil." Kingsley answered sadly

Harry had to nod his head in agreement, as much as he wished that Dumbledore would come walking in here, give Harry his wink and see the twinkle in his eye. Harry knew that they weren't going to be that lucky. He missed him, he missed the wisdom the old man gave him. And looking at how distraught everyone was, he really wished that Dumbledore was here to take charge.

"So Dumbledore was giving us a warning?" George asked

"I think it was a prophecy," Hermione said back quietly.

"What was that love?" Charlie asked turning to look at her.

"I said I think it's a prophecy, when he said it to me. I had a feeling that I've heard it somewhere before." She said just as quietly while looking at her hands.

While everyone threw back and forth the possibility of it being a prophecy, Charlie turned to Hermione and pulled her tight to him, "You know it wasn't your fault Mione."

"How wasn't it my fault Charlie? Bellatrix killed that little girl because I didn't come out and give myself to her. I'm the reason she isn't going to wake up in the morning and be able to go to school, or eat ice cream, or fall in love." Hermione looked up at Charlie with tears in her eyes. "It's my fault."

"If you think it's your fault then how do you think I feel?" Charlie said sadly, "I'm the one who held you back, yes you are too important for the Order to lose, but I was holding you back selfishly. I didn't want you to get killed; I don't want to think of my life without you."

Hermione reached up and touched Charlie's cheek, she could see tears in his emerald eyes, and it broke her heart. She realized that she wasn't the only one feeling to blame. "I guess your right Charlie." She said quietly.

Charlie leaned forward and kissed her forehead, "She isn't going to be the first one, and she won't be the last innocent to die, Hermione. And you can't feel in charge of them all. You have to realize that she's playing to your weakness and she'll use that against you. When she cursed you, you guys transferred parts of yourself to the other. Its just like Harry and Voldemort, but you're not a Horcrux. You guys know each other.

Hermione immediately perked up, she realized where she had heard the prophecy before. "It was when Bellatrix cursed me." She said mostly to herself.

"That's what I said love," Charlie said looking at her incredulously.

"No, that's where I heard the prophecy, it wasn't when we went there to find Harry's, it was when Bellatrix cursed me. We were in each others minds she learned things about me and my past, and I learned things about her. I just must have repressed them. And didn't realize until now that she passed something to me."

Everyone had stopped talking and were listening to her, "Well isn't that something," Bill said quietly. "We always knew she had too much stuff locked away in that brain of hers."

Everyone laughed at that, including Hermione. It made her feel a little calmer and a little bit more human again.

"Well how do we get the information out of Hermione's huge, beautiful, full of information enough to make your head explode, brain," Hugh asked smiling at her.

That brought out more giggles and laughs and Hermione realized she couldn't feel responsible for every death that happened around her. She didn't have to feel responsible but she could still morn.

When Kingsley finally decided the meeting was over, Hermione quickly walked into the master room and into the shower. She turned on Harry's music that played in the shower, then heated the water as hot as it would go, stepped in and let the last few hours wipe away. She also let the tears flow down her cheeks and she didn't try to stop them. Soft music filled the shower and she felt the music reflected her mood. She wondered if Harry had magiced it that way. Set The Fire To The Third Bar filled her ears and it made her feel a little bit better. She hoped with all her heart Dumbledore helped that little girl move on and that she was still happy.

She didn't know how long she stood in the shower, but it was well past the time it took for the water to turn from red, to pink to clear. The water never got cold and she knew either Harry or Charlie had something to do with that. She finally stepped out when her fingers were beyond pruned. Clean clothes were waiting for her when she stepped out and she smiled, Charlie was always looking after her.

When she walked downstairs she heard voices in the kitchen and decided to follow them, she could smell something yummy cooking. She walked into the kitchen and noticed the whole Weasley family (including Ron) was sitting around the table with Harry. When she walked in the voices stopped for a minute and Charlie walked over and pulled her in a hug. "You okay love?" he asked cautiously into her ear.

She looked up into his eyes that were so full of worry for her that it made her feel totally cared about, "Not right now, but I will be." She answered reaching up and kissing his lips lightly.

Ron sat there watching and he had an epiphany, Hermione loved Charlie and they were obviously very happy together. Yes he was jealous and he didn't know why. He loved Luna, immensely and wanted to be with her forever. But when he had heard about the attack and warning against Hermione he had immediately wanted to fix this break with Hermione. He wanted, no he needed to be friends with her again. Life was too short.

He stood up and coughed a little to get their attention, "Hermione," his voice cracked and tears were in his eyes, "I'm so sorry. For everything and for how much of an ass I've been. I know you can't forgive me for what I've said and did. But I just wanted you to know that I'm going to be there to protect you, and you matter so much in my life. I can see how much you love my brother, and he's a much better man than I am." He then turned to Charlie, "I'm sorry Charlie, and I want to thank you for being there for Hermione when I haven't, and for loving her."

Hermione sniffled loudly, "I may not fully forgive you for what you've done Ron, but we've been through so much to not be there for each other." She slipped her arms around his neck and lightly hugged him.

Ron wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her tightly, "I'm so sorry Mione. I'll make it up to you."

When he let her go Charlie was looking at him sternly, "If Hermione can forgive you than so can I, but I want you to know if you ever say anything like that again I won't hesitate to hurt you. She matters too much to me to see her hurt from a punk like you." Charlie's face than turned calm and he held his hand out for Ron, "You're still my brother though, I won't disown you now."

That had everyone laughing as Ron and Charlie shook hands and Mrs. Weasley pulled Hermione in a tight hug. "It never felt right, everyone fighting. Now Hermione dear, what can I get you to eat."

"Food?" Ron asked, his eyes immediately perking up.

"Oh you dough head," Hermione said laughing, she smacked him on the back of the head and they smiled at each other. Sure she was still hurt by what he had said to her. But she realized that they were all her family and she didn't want anything happening to anyone without resolving issues.

Charlie squeezed her shoulder and whispered in her ear, "I knew you'd forgive him." he smiled at her, "your too good of a person to not."

Hermione blushed, even in the middle of another war. Charlie made her feel so special. She remembered Ron saying that he knew how much they loved each other and she wondered if that was true.

"So how about some Sheppard's pie?" Mrs. Weasley asked happily.

"Mrs. Weasley, there is actually something I'd rather do before we eat. And I was hoping everyone would join me in doing it." Hermione asked.

"Of course Mione, what do you need us to do?" Harry asked her, everyone looking up at her.

They stood around the big willow in Grimauld's Place backyard and Hermione knew it was special. Willows were mourning trees, and she knew this was exactly were they needed to have it.

The all stood in a circle, each holding a white candle and a wild flower. They stood over the small mound of dirt where the little's girl body now rested. They stood there in silence just letting the warm wind blow around them in the moonlight. Harry followed by the rest of the Weasley family and Hugh as each dropped their flowers on the grave and out lined it with their candles. They then turned and walked back into the house.

Charlie stood with his arm around Hermione and pulled her forward until they were standing beside it. They both then lowered and placed their flowers on the grave as well. He then placed his candle at the head of the grave and turned to pull Hermione back into the house.

Hermione shook her head slightly, "I just need to say goodbye, okay. I'll be right in."

Charlie's eyes met hers, "Don't beat yourself up okay?" he then kissed her temple and walked slowly back into the house.

Charlie felt in his heart he shouldn't leave Hermione out there alone, but he knew she needed to grieve at her own pace. That was something he loved about her, how caring she was. He sat by his family at the table and got caught up in his thoughts… did he love her? He thought about how devastated he'd be if she had been taken from him today and knew that yes, he did love her. She was special. She made him feel alive, and the way they loved each other was exactly what he wanted out of life. He smiled thinking about telling her he loved her. He got slight butterflies, but it was a good thing. He was thrown out of his thoughts when he heard Harry asking Hugh about how they were going to get the information out of Hermione's mind.

"I don't want her hurt," Charlie said quickly.

Harry turned and smiled at him, "don't worry Charlie, I don't want her hurt anymore than she is already. I think we'll just take her to Firenze or Miss. Predicting Your Death herself and see if anything happens. By the way where is Hermione?" Harry asked cautiously.

"She wanted to say goodbye, she's really blaming herself for what happened." Charlie said sadly.

"Well that's Hermione for you, she'd blame herself for the economy if she could." Ron said smiling a little bit, "That's why we love her right?"

Everyone nodded and laughed a bit, but Harry had a worried look on his face.

"What's the matter love?" Ginny said, worry crossing over her face.

"Hermione has been out there a long time," Harry said quietly.

"She couldn't have gone anywhere Harry," Ginny said quickly trying to wipe away everyone's nervousness. "The house is covered by the Fidelus charm right. We have nothing to worry about."

Charlie felt worry go through his gut and he jumped to his feet and raced outside, just in time to see Bellatrix pulling Hermione into the air.

"Thanks for making this so easy dragon tamer," she said nastily, "Say goodbye to your love, you filthy mudblood, because you'll never see him again.. Alive that is." She cackled and pulled her quickly into the air.

Charlie immediately threw curse after curse at her, but they seemed to miss completely. He screamed angrily, "NOOOO HERMIONE." But she was soon out of sight.

Charlie fell to the ground in despair as his heart, his true love, the only person who seemed to matter floated out without him into horrors he could only imagine.

Did you guys expect that, cause I sure didnt. Man this story has a mind of its own. I had to make things better with Ron, I hope you guys don't mind too much.

And if you havent listend to Set The Fire To The Third Bar, listen to it right now!

its soooo amazing! I dont own it btw!

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