Harry wasn't entirely sure of how he had ended up at Hagrid's hut; his feet seemed to have subconsciously carried him there. As of late his subconscious was doing a lot of things he didn't understand. Nevertheless he knocked on the front door and waited to be invited in; he didn't have to wait too long for the half giant to open the door.

"Well hello there 'Arry!" he boomed. "Come in, come in. No Ron an' Hermione?"

"No they're back in the tower. I've just come from Professor Dumbledore's office."

" 'Course yeh have, yeh'll have just had your Occlumency lesson won' yeh?" Hagrid asked as he put the kettle over the fire.

"Yeah, but we didn't do any Occlumency, we talked about some dreams that I've had…"

"You been havin' more dreams?"

"Sort of, but that's not the point. He told me some stuff."

"Oh yeah? What kinda stuff?" Hagrid was now fussing with the teapot.

"About the night my parents died," at Harry's pronouncement Hagrid nearly dropped the teapot he was holding.

"What about it?" he asked nervously.

"How you found us, but I want to hear it from you," Harry looked at the groundskeeper sternly.

"I s'pose that I can tell yeh, seen as Dumbledore has already. The night yer parents died I was here, I was tendin' to the Hippogriffs, I came back here after and was just settlin' down with a cuppa when that Fawkes appeared in mid air and near gave me a hear' attack. Anyways he dropped a letter righ' in the middle o' me dinner, it was from Professor Dumbledore tellin' me about what happened and askin' would I go to Godric's Hollow and get the two of yeh out o' the place. I'd never refuse to help Dumbledore, he said there was a portkey up in his office and it would take me there, so I set off straight away I did.

"When I got there the house was a mess, a real mess. Weren't nothin' left o' it really, I saw yer mum and dad 'Arry and it was terrible. Never want to see anythin' like that again. I spent near an hour looking for yeh, I shifted a big hunk o' plaster to find the wardrobe all in one piece. I opened the door and saw little Liza sittin' in at the back, she had yeh sitting on her knee all wrapped up in blankets and screamin' as loud as yer lungs would let yeh. When I tried to lift yeh out she blasted me a good twenty foot across the room, speared me righ' on a bit o' wood she did, got the scar to prove it an' all.

"Eventually she came out, I think she realised that I wasn' goin' to take yeh away from her. When we went back downstairs for the portkey, Sirius was sittin' in the middle o' the livin' room with yer dad cradled against him, sobbin' his poor hear' out. I ain't never seen a man cry like that before or since, broken he was. Wanted to know where yer mum was and when I told him he shot up the stairs and cried even more. He came back down and asked to see the two o' yeh, he held yer in his arms and gave both of yer a kiss. He said that nothin' would hurt yeh now, he'd make sure o' that, he wanted to leave with yeh but I had me orders, I had to do what Dumbledore asked. He understood o' course and told me to take that bike o' his, said he wouldn't be needin' it any more.

"Dumbldore had told me to take Liza to the Weasley's, so that her Great Uncle Aberforth could pick her up and then I'd to meet him at yer aunt and uncle's house. Two o' yeh fell asleep just as we were flyin' over Bristol, yer shoulda seen poor Molly's face, she wanted to take the both o' yeh. We had a difficult job getting you outa Liza's grasp, we was tryin' to juggle the pair o' yeh about without wakin' yeh. But we managed somehow. When I got to Surrey, Professors Dumbldore and McGonagall were waitin', Professor McGonagall had heard the news that you-know-who was gone and who it was that stopped him. She knew that the only relatives yeh had left were the muggles and she'd been watchin' them, didn't like 'em at all did she. She wanted to take yeh and have yeh raised by a wizard family but Dumbledore said that it was better yeh were brought up away from all o' this until yeh were ready and he was right wasn' he? Look at how yeh've turned out, yeh do yer mum and dad proud," Hagrid finished encouragingly. Harry simply nodded he was trying to absorb everything he had learned in the last hour.

"Thanks Hagrid," he finally said.

"Thanks? What for?" Hagrid was looking at him like he'd grown an extra head.

"For coming to get us and for taking us away from there."

"Don' be daft 'Arry, yeh don't have to thank me for that, I was proud to help. Besides yeh've been a good friend to me, Ron and Hermione too. Didn't turn yer back on me when Buckbeak hurt Malfoy…"

"That was his own fault."

"Yer stood by me when everyone found out that I was half giant…"

"That doesn't matter; you're not like your mother."

"You helped Grawp while I was gone…"

"How is Grawp?"

"He's fine, doin' really well he is. Professor Dumbledore's been helping out," Hagrid said proudly.

"Professor Dumbledore knows about Grawp?" Harry exclaimed.

"Well yeah, he told me he'd known all along," Hagrid blushed.

"He knows everything, nothing slips past him."

"Noticed that have yeh?"

"Yeah, how does he do it?"

"Professor Dumbledore's a powerful wizard 'Arry, more powerful than most people realise or give him credit for."

"I'm beginning to understand that. Thanks for the tea Hagrid, I think I'll go back and see Ginny now."

"Yer quite welcome, give my love to Ron, Hermione and Ginny won't yeh?"

"I will do. See you tomorrow afternoon," Harry exited the hut.

"I got a good lesson lined up for yeh, I think yeh'll like it,"

"Bye Hagrid," Harry set off up the school lawn in the direction of the front entrance.

He decided against going back inside just yet instead he went for a walk in the grounds. His head teamed with thoughts about what he had learned to day, he had a bond with Elizabeth. There was the news that his dad and Sirius's had a bond that had lead to Sirius feeling his father's death, would he feel it if Elizabeth died? He shuddered; he didn't want to think about that. It was dark outside when he arrived back in the tower. Ginny, Ron and Hermione were sat around the fire, Ginny was the first to vent her fury, "Where have you been? I was getting worried about you!"

"I went down to see Hagrid after my lesson with Professor Dumbledore and then I went for a walk in the grounds for a while."

"Is something the matter?" Hermione's tone was much gentler than the one used by the red head.

"Nothing in particular, I just found out some things about the night my parents died," he tried to hide the feeling of sorrow that had been building.

"What kind of things?" Ginny's tone had changed as well.

"Hagrid found me and Elizabeth in the bottom of a wardrobe," his voice dropped. "She blasted him across the room with a defensive shield, she protected me."

"What did you expect? She's your cousin, of course she protected you," Ginny shook her head.

"I don't know what I expected but it wasn't that."

"It's because you've never really had any proper family, mate. You don't know how these things work," Ron smiled at him.

"She blasted Hagrid across the room?" Hermione was sitting in the corner with an expression of awe.

"He reckons it must have been a good twenty feet," Harry repeated the earlier words of the gamekeeper.

"Do you realise the kind of power required for that?"

"Well we knew that Ellie was strong," Ron shrugged his shoulders.

"Blasting a half-giant across the room is more than strong Ron. Don't you remember how those stunners bounced of Hagrid when Umbridge tried to remove him? And that was half a dozen grown, fully trained wizards. Ellie was only three, and she did more damage than six adult wizards, doesn't that surprise you?"

"I s'pose," Ron muttered.

"When you put it like that, but I mean she had to be powerful, she's Dumbledore's granddaughter," Harry reminded

"Haven't you lot learned anything?" Hermione said exasperatedly.

"What d'you mean?" there was an offended edge to Ron's voice.

"She means that parentage counts for nothing. Look at Neville, he admits that he was practically a squib and he comes from a long line of powerful wizards. Look at our dad's cousin, he's an accountant!" Ginny scolded.

"Okay, okay point taken," Harry submitted. They chatted generally for a while before Harry decided to go to bed early, his head was sore and he was desperately tired. But he would soon wish that he had stayed awake.

The room was dark, a single streak of moonlight stretched its way across the room to a figure huddled and broken in the corner. The window that allowed the moonlight in was near the ceiling of the room and Harry was left with the suspicion that he was in a basement somewhere. Every now and then the curled up form would give an involuntary shiver, from this distance the only thing Harry could establish was the fact that it was definitely a man, a cold, dirty, ragged and exhausted man. His breaths were taken sharply and often, every time he breathed out the steam rose in flumes and dissipated. Harry, or rather Voldemort appeared to be sitting in a chair in the diagonally opposite corner, he rose and took a step towards the figure, and then another and another. Each step seemed to take forever and felt like he didn't get any closer to the shivering wreck. When the final step was taken Harry was horrified to see a mop of red curly hair attached to the man.

"Get up boy," Voldemort ordered. The destroyed outline of Percy Weasley rose from the floor unsteadily. Harry had never seen such fear in the former head-boy's eyes.

"W-w-what do you want?" he asked shakily.

"I shall ask the questions here. I wish to know where your family are, you will tell me or you will die," there could be no doubt about the seriousness of that threat.

"I won't tell you," Percy said defiantly.

"Very well. I CRUCIO/I " Voldemort pointed his wand at Percy and Harry watched as he crumpled to the floor, screaming in agony. Several hours later this behaviour was continuing.

"Tell me now," it was obvious that Voldemort's patience was waning.

"No."

"If you are not going to be useful then I shall have to kill you," there was playfulness in Voldemort's voice that infuriated Harry; he made it sound like Percy was being unreasonable.

"Even if I am useful you'll kill me anyway so I might as well take the information to my grave with me," Percy shuddered. Harry felt his heart swell with pride; Percy was doing his family proud.

"You shall be in your grave soon. I am giving you one last chance, if you tell me I will not kill you, you will be free to go," he bargained.

"I will not."

Those were Percy Ignatius Weasley's final words and seconds after they had left his lips he was dead.

Harry woke with a start; his heart racing and breathing was rapid. He pulled the pendant that Ellie had got him for his birthday, and that he had worn ever since, from under his pyjamas. He grasped it tightly in his hand and called her name loudly. Ron stirred at this.

"Whaaaaaaaaaaats the matter Harry?" he yawned.

"It's Percy."

"What about…." he was interrupted by Elizabeth appearing in the gap between their beds.

"What's wrong Harry?" she asked urgently.

"We need to get your granddad now, Percy…" he looked at Ron and leaned in closer to Elizabeth to whisper in her ear. "Percy's dead." Ellie gasped.

"The two of you get up now, get Hermione and Ginny and come to the headmaster's office immediately, I'll meet you there," with a small pop she disappeared.

Harry and Ron got out of bed and threw on their dressing gowns; they raced down the stairs and stood looking at the staircase up to the girl's dormitory. "How do we wake them?" Ron asked.

"We can shout. On the count of three we'll shout for Ginny. One… two… three," Harry counted and after three.

"GINNY!" they hollered as loud as they could. Harry then counted down from three with his fingers.

"HERMIONE!" they shouted. A couple of minutes later they heard doors opening and Ginny and Hermione sleepily appeared at the top of the stairs wearing their dressing gowns.

"If this is your idea of serenading us in the night then you had best think again," Ginny mumbled, rubbing her eyes.

"We need to go to the headmaster's office now!" Harry called. Hermione and Ginny looked at each other and raced down the stairs. The four left the common room at a run with Harry in the lead, they didn't stop running until they were stood in front of Professor Dumbledore's desk. Elizabeth was sat at the desk, in the headmaster's chair, with her fingers interlaced in an image that eerily mirrored her grandfather.

"Where's your granddad?" Harry asked without delay.

"He's gone to find out if what you saw was real," her eyes glanced sideways at the fire. She waved her hand and extra chairs appeared for them to sit in.

"What was it you saw Harry?" Ginny asked with concern.

"It was something about Percy," Ron told her bitterly. "What's the stupid prat done now?"

"Ron," Ellie said gently. "In Harry's dream Percy had been captured by Lord Voldemort, he… he was killed," her eyes no longer sparkled, they were full of sorrow.

"Well it serves him right! Especially since he wouldn't believe that Voldemort was back," Ron exploded.

"Ron don't!" Ginny cried. She didn't get any further because Dumbledore stepped out of the fire, there was sadness in his eyes and no one needed to ask if what Harry had seen was true, the answer lay in every mournful line of his face. He pointed at a quill on his desk and called 'portus,' he held it out for the others and they put a finger to it. There was an empty pit in Harry's stomach, but it was the look on Molly's face when they landed in the kitchen that broke his heart.

A/N: I'm sorry but somebody had to die and Percy was top of my list!

Next chapter is… Farewell and Bon Voyage.