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The Weasley brothers entered Number Four Private Drive late that night.

They arrived to the spot in which they knew Harry's room would be. After struggling with several locks, they finally opened the door. The room was an absolute mess. The window was boarded up. Also, the floor was covered with what seemed to be blood.

The three redheads were furious. They all knew Harry was hurt. But where was he?

George found his voice first. "All right, Fred and I will look around the house. Ron, you look around this room see if there is anything that will give you a hint at all to who did this and where Harry might be."

Ron started searching around Harry's room. After searching through piles of soiled clothes, he found himself underneath Harry's bed, where the loose floorboard was. He opened the floorboard and discovered an envelope lying on top of Harry's dusty textbooks. Ron opened the letter out of a morbid sense of curiosity.

To whomever finds this letter, (It began, in Harry's untidy scrawl.)

I had hoped that no one would ever have to read this letter, but if you reading it; unfortunately, my Uncle has finally done what he has always wanted to do and has killed me.

I ask you not to be upset, I am not worth the strife.

Please tell Dumbledore that my anger towards him is not gone, but that I do understand

. . . somewhat. Tell him that he picked the wrong person.

How am I supposed to defeat Voldemort if I can't even survive a Muggle?

To my friends, Ron and Hermione:

Will you two please just get together already? The bickering has to stop.(Ron laughed sadly. If only Harry had known.)

I also leave you any of my possessions that have not been destroyed by my uncle. I don't know what my uncle did with my wand but, if you find it, please give it back to Mr. Olivander. Perhaps some other, more deserving Wizard could use it.

To the Weasleys:

You are the only family I remember having who has ever cared about me. Thank you very much for that, you really made my life so much better. I will leave you a third of what's left of my inheritance. It is to be split between you, Hermione, and Remus.

Remus:

I am sorry that I got Sirius killed. I hope you can forgive me. Please accept the money and buy yourself some new robes.

With all that said, I beg you all to please move on and live your lives.

I know Voldemort is still out there, but you can defeat him. Never give up hope.

For even in the darkest hours, there is hope.

Sincerely with love,

Harry Potter.

P.S- As a last Marauder prank, someone dye Snape's hair pink, will you?

Just as Ron finished, he heard a commotion downstairs. Holding on to the letter, he took off towards the noise, tears threatening to come out. Ron found himself in a dimly lit basement next to his brothers. He looked down and, to his horror, saw a discarded bloody belt, matches, and a knife.

He took a glance around and noticed a fat man lying on the floor towards the back of the basement, moaning. A cold rage went through Ron and he suddenly felt the urge to jump the man. He threw punch after punch, aiming directly towards the man's face.

"HOW COULD YOU? He was your nephew! Where the bloody hell is he?"

After a couple more punches, Fred pulled Ron off of Vernon. "Ron, what are you talking about? Do you actually know who did this?"

"Him," snarled Ron, throwing the letter at Fred, who quickly read it with George.

They both looked up at Vernon, their faces pale.

Fred went over to the prone man. "Where is he?" said Fred. Vernon just moaned again.

"George," said Fred, "Get Dad and Dumbledore.?"


Hours later, Dumbledore, Mr. Weasley, and Remus stood in the Dursley's living room and watched as the Muggle police dragged Mr. Dursley into their car.

Petunia and her son had left a day ago had just arrived home as Mr. Dursley was being taken away. She went in to a state of shock and was taken to the Muggle hospital, her son with her.

"We need to find him," said Remus to the old Headmaster.

"I know Remus I know," Dumbledore replied heavily.

"NO! You don't!" shouted Remus. "He's all of James that I have left."

"Albus," interrupted Mr. Weasley. "where could Harry be? I mean, you yourself said the spells are still intact. Death Eaters could not have taken him could they? Could he have escaped?"

"I have many theories, Mr. Weasley, but, unfortunately, none seem very plausible right now."


"Hermione, Ginny, breath. They'll find Harry," Ron said, trying to comfort the two distraught girls.

"But you said that he could be dead," said Ginny. "You found his letter, Ron!"

"Guys," he attempted to console them but he knew that, no matter what he said, none of it would make a difference.

Hermione's last bit of family was gone. Ron's sixth brother, gone. Ginny's friend, the boy she would always love, gone.

"What do we do now, Ron? What do we do with out him?" asked Hermione trying to hold back her tears.

"Don't say that" said Ron. "He will be back, Harry is a survivor."


Alone in her room, she stood.

It's time, she thought. Time to go back.

, she thought. .

She sighed looking at her cats. "It's time," she said. "You must leave me. I have failed in protecting him."she took a deep breath, steadying herself.

"It is know time I go back. My niece has been found, my love is lonely, and my brother's godson is missing."

Then, right there, where an old rickety lady had once stood, appeared a tall young woman with long, black hair and deep, blue eyes. Then, with a pop, she was gone.


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