I don't own anything apart from the weird dream that this all came from …. And boy was that weird… Hang with it as well because it will start to get better I just needed to set the scene and it was a little longer than just a prologue…

Harry could hear his mothers voice in his head, he had to stop himself from believing that she was in the same room.
The voices had gotten steadily stronger since the effects of the last potion had worn of. He didn't dare tell ginny or hermione they would only worry.

Harry looked across at the two spare bed's that the hospital had put in the room since neither Ginny or hermione seemed to be in the disposition to leave his or Ron's side.

The ticking of the clock on the wall was the only thing that made the room seam to be alive.
Harry wondered to himself how bad the death toile was now. Would they find everyone… Mr Weasley had came in earlier, he thought that harry was asleep , but harry had listened to every word of the conversation.
George was still missing.
In all the commotion the twins had gotten separated. Fred had gone to help Angelina, George had went to help wood.
They found wood's body yards from the lake.

Harry tried to pull himself upright, but knocked the jug of water from the bedside table both Ginny and hermione woke with a start.
"harry are you ok ?" hermione asked tentatively . Harry noticed for the first time her arms were badly bandaged.
"yeah I just need to get out of this room for a while." ginny and hermione walk over to his side.
" you're not supposed to leave the room" " Voldemort can't hurt me anymore hermione stop worrying" despite Harry's words hermione swapped worried looks with Ginny.
" ok then… one of you come with me then but I can't stay here." Harry slowly began limping towards the door, Ginny and hermione following him . Harry's hand had just touched the door knob when there was a groaning sound from Ron's bed.
Hermione looked across hopefully then back at Harry.
" stay with him hermione" Harry said as he turned and headed in to the hallway.

Fred walked the battle field with his father , signs of George any sign of George would be good right now.
His family had lost so much threw out this war, a mother a brother, and Fred could feel it in his chest as every second passed by he was going to have lost his twin as well.
Just when he felt all hope was lost the voice of Charlie carried across the wind.

George lay in a crumpled heap by the roots of the whomping willow. Blood lay stuck to the side of his head congealed across his face. His arms obviously broken in several places. But whenever they tried to get close enough to get to him the tree would swing at them violently.
if only hermione Ron or Harry were here they knew how to get past this stupid damn tree.
Why didn't I listen to Ron?
Every second that we waist George slips farther from us.

hermionewatched Ron stir in his sleep, sitting cross legged on the bed beside him ,she platedher hair ,gaze resting upon him, his face is screwed up in frustration like a small child caught in bad dream.
Hermione reached out and took hold of his hand, she knew right now their was nothing that she could do for him,. Just as she had known on the battle field that there was nothing that she could do for him , but she couldn't leave his side. Ron was her world, She may not tell him so, they might fight , argue and bicker, never see eye to eye … but the thought of a world without Ron… it didn't bare thinking about.
She looked across at the bedside table where the few item's the nurse had removed when changing him in to the hospital gowns. Her eyes rested on his head boy pin, his captain badge and the small silver band that hermione had bought him for Christmas the year before.
His mother would have been proud of him, had she lived to se him become the brightest of her sons the one to have achieved the most.
Hermione wiped a tear from her eye, she ,missed molly Weasley a lot. But not as much as her family did.
Yet Ron hadn't cried. He had been strong even if it was for Ginny's sake. When bill was killed, Ron had become silent and subdued. Hermione had worried, he submerged himself in school work and kept him self to himself.
She had sat till the early hours with him talking about nothing but the silence saving him from his despair.
How much pain could one man take before he cracked.

A tapping on the door made her look up Remus and professor moody stood at the door. Remus called her to them.
Hesitantly hermione made the way to the door, not wanting to let go of Ron's hand, even if he didn't know that she was their it was something for her to hang on to .
"professor? " she addressed moody.
"we have bad news" said moody .
Ginny looked from one to the other.
A pain hit hermione in the stomach her head did a mental count, she had seen Charlie, Mr Weasley, Percy… even if he was a traitor, Fred ,George.. . Or had she seen George? Her mind did a flash back over the day searching for memories of George.
The last time she had seen george was early this morning ( now yesterday) at the breakfast table.
She knew what Remus was going to say before he said it.
" George didn't make it …" said moody sadly. Moody was rather fond of the Weasley twins.
Hermione felt the lump forming in her through.
Then Remus did something she had never seen him do before he punched the wall. " this is all my fault…" He said resting his head against the wall.
" what happened" hermione managed to stutter through the pain in her chest.
"the womping willow…" moody sighed. " he was unconscious he didn't stand a chance."