Hey everyone! I know that part came on quite quick, but I had a writing spurt. I know I sound a bit stupid for asking this, but please could you question my work...like ask the questions you want answered...otherwise I could accidentally overlook them. Cheers :)

Lizzie and Harry stayed in St. Mungos the rest of the night. A nurse kindly came in and put two camp beds down for them to sleep on. Harry stayed at Remus' side and Lizzie stayed at Alex's. Neither of them actually got into the beds. Alex was asleep and Harry soon fell asleep in the chair next to Remus. Lizzie couldn't sleep. Too many thoughts were entering her mind, why death eaters attack? Which death eater? How did it happen? Why did it happen? Why did it happen to Alex of all people?

Lizzie heard shuffling coming from the other side of the room. She turned her head, expecting it to be Harry, but Harry was still, sleeping like a log. The shuffling came from the bed next to him. Remus' was moving. But how could that be? He was still supposed to be unconscious.

"Hello," Remus cried out with difficulty.

Lizzie didn't know what to do. She had heard of Remus, but never met him before. She had been awake for a long time. Maybe it was an illusion; maybe it was her mind, playing a trick.

"Hello," Remus cried again with fear. "Is anyone there?"

"Yes," Her voice was trembling, "Do you need anything?" Lizzie said, walking over to the side of Remus' bed. He looked awful. His eyes were tired and his face looked weak and pale. Remus looked up at Lizzie in the dark of the ward. A confused look appeared on his face.

"Alex?" Remus asked intuitively. Lizzie wasn't new to this; people often mistook her for her sister. Even her Dad did.

"No, I'm Lizzie. Lizzie Heart. Alex is over there," Lizzie pointed to Alex's bed. "She is stable though," Lizzie thought for a moment. "Maybe I should call a Healer for you."

"No!" Remus said quickly and surprisingly strongly for his condition. He looked around at Alex, although he couldn't see her properly he still gasped at the state of her. He looked round to Harry, asleep on the chair next to him. He threw his head back onto his pillow.

"Oh my god." He muttered to himself.

"Excuse me?" Lizzie said politely. She wanted to know what Remus meant by that.

"Oh, it's just," He hesitated, "No, it's nothing." Remus closed his eyes. Lizzie didn't want to question anymore, for it was probably none of her business. She wasn't part of the Order, though she knew about it. She walked back over to her seat next to Alex's bed and sat down. By the sounds of it, Remus fell back asleep. Lizzie soon drifted off too.

Morning came, and a flood of sunlight filled the room, which woke everyone up, apart from Remus. Lizzie opened her eyes only to see a plump stout woman with flaming red hair wondering about the ward. She was fussing over Mr. Weasley, who was yawning and moaning at the same time, he obviously didn't want to be woken up. Then she went over to Harry, who was too yawning. Then she made her way over to Lizzie. Lizzie didn't know what to do or say. Who was this woman? Although she looked friendly and caring, what was Lizzie to do?

Lizzie stood up to attention as she came over, but Lizzie busied herself with Alex. Alex was indeed awake, but looked terribly pale.

"Lizzie!" The redheaded woman cried.

"Er…Hello," Lizzie said politely.

"I'm Molly Weasley, nice to meet you." She stuck out her hand. Lizzie took it.

"So your Ron's Mother?" she asked inquiringly, and then looked at Mr. Weasley. "And Ron's Father I presume."

"You presume correct," Mr. Weasley answered, smiling. He then left the ward, muttering something about the post.

Just then, a Healer and Nurse embarked upon the scene. The Healer was a tall woman with brunette hair and large round glasses (which reminded Harry of Professor Trelawery's glasses) and the nurse was a middle-height burly black man who looked in his mid-twenties.

"Ok, time for the morning check-up," The Nurse announced as he went over to Remus, the Healer followed.

"Still out I see," she murmured, writing on her clipboard. "Have any of you seen him awake? Talking?" She asked to rest of the room.

"Last night." Lizzie answered, Harry shot a startled look at her. "He was awake, last night. He was talking to me."

"What did he say my dear?" The burly nurse asked.

"He was confused. He thought I was my sister and when I told him I wasn't and that Alex was over there, he sort of…freaked. Then he fell back asleep," Lizzie answered.

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley looked at her curiously, and Harry was still staring at her.

"Ok, that is to be expected." The Healer said and walked over to Alex's side. The nurse followed, as did Lizzie.

"Ok Alex, I need you to squeeze my hand." The nurse said, taking Alex's hand. She did what he said and squeezed it. They kept on repeated several experiments like this and eventually they stopped.

"Good, you shall be out of here in no time at all, a week or so. Depending on how much progress you make. But you seem to be doing well, so you never know." The Healer stated and her and the nurse then started to make their way towards the door.

"Hang on a moment, what about Remus?" Harry asked rather loudly.

The Healer looked down, " I'm afraid that there is only one way he could recover. But there is only a 25 chance of success."

"What's that? You have to do it!" Harry shouted. The Healer looked at Harry.

"As Dumbledore has allowed us to borrow his phoenix, only a potion made with the tears could revive Remus. And that potion takes three months to brew." The Healer started, "Plus, none of the medicine makers for this hospital can make it. There is only one man who has made it before, and we haven't been able to persuade him to do it yet."

"But he was awake! Lizzie said so!" Harry bellowed.

"Yes, that is to be expected like I said," The healer said in a stern voice as if she was getting annoyed at Harry's outrage. She marched out of the room, the nurse followed.

"Harry, calm down dear" Mrs. Weasley said, putting her hands on his shoulders, "The healers are doing the best they can. I know Remus means a lot to you but you have to think positively."

Lizzie felt a hand grab hers. She gasped and turned, the person's hand that was holding hers belonged to Alex.

"Alex? What's wrong?"

Alex opened her mouth and a whispered breathless voice came out.

"It's … my … fault… that … Remus … is … hurt."

"Sshh Alex, save your voice." Lizzie said caringly.

"No…they'll…be…back…"

"Who?" Harry asked.

"Dement…Dementors…and… the…death…eaters…" Alex said, and then passed out.

Mr. Weasley came back through the double doors.

"You two have got to go back to Hogwarts. Dumbledore's orders."

Lizzie and Harry flooed back to Hogwarts. Appearing in the Gryffindor common room. It was lesson time, so no body saw them. They both got up and brushed themselves down, as soot covered them. But to their surprise, the common room wasn't empty. Snape was sitting in the comfy armchair by the fire, along with McGonagall and Dumbledore on the sofa.

"Miss Heart and Mr. Potter, please sit down." Dumbledore asked as he pointed his wands towards a space where two new armchairs appeared. "Now, I wish to talk to the both of you about the Death Eater attack."

Harry gulped and Lizzie felt tense. Neither of them wanted to talk about the attack, not after what they have seen, despite how thirsty they were for the information of why and how it happened. "As you both know, Mr. Lupin and Miss Heart were both affected by this attack. And the reasons why, I'm sorry to say, are you two."

Lizzie felt distraught by this piece of information, first her mother, now her sister.

"What?" Harry asked in disbelief.

"It is true, Mr. Potter." McGonagall added in her stern voice.

"But why?" Harry questioned.

"Because Voldemort wants you both dead." Dumbledore began. Snape quivered at Voldemort's name. "Lizzie, he wants you dead because your mother and sister have done a lot of harm to him. And he thinks you shall follow seen as you fought off those Dementors very successfully in the summer. And Harry, he wants you dead because of the prophecy, as you know."

"Then how come he sent he Death Eaters to Ottery St. Catchpole? We're not there, we're here. He knows that." Harry inquired.

"Yes, that is a good question Harry, but we do not know the whole answer. We only know that he got a tip off from one of his spy's that Remus would be in Ottery St. Catchpole that night, he now goes there for his transformation, it is the only place where it is safe for him to do so. Fortunately, the attack happened before the moon rose, so Remus was still Remus and not Moony. And when the Order got assembled, Alex got their first and got hit by accident."

"And why did he want to hurt Remus if he wants us dead?" Harry asked inquiringly.

"Because of you, Harry," Dumbledore said over his half-moon spectacles, "He knows from Peter Pettigrew of the Marauders. And he knows from the act you made last year that these people are important to you. He is trying to kill everyone who you care for before he gets to you. Because of the people you care for, and shire dumb luck, he hasn't succeeded to kill you yet. That is why he went for Remus."

"But he isn't dead. Remus is still alive,"

"Just," Snape said irritably.

"But he will be revived. The Healer said there is a potion, made with Fawkes' tears." Harry protested.

"And guess who is the only one who can make it, Potter." Snape said mockingly.

"Ok," McGonagall said, "You two, upstairs, get changed and showered. I expect to see you at dinner."

Harry and Lizzie did as they were told. Harry felt hate towards Snape, how could he not make this potion? It is times like these when Harry questioned Dumbledore's motive to trust Snape.

Lizzie didn't know what to say during to whole conversation that took place in the common room. It was bad enough that her mother died because of her, but now her sister nearly died too. Also, Lizzie wondered what her sister meant by it was her fault. Too many questions were whirring their way around her head. Sometimes, she just wished for a normal life. To just be a normal witch would be fine, to worry about her potion going wrong or remembering what incantation to use to make her broom faster. Simple things like that. She needed to talk to someone like that, but someone who knew her well. Then it came to her: Anthonio. She quickly got out her parchment and quill that were on her bedside table and began to write.

Dear Anthonio,

I hope you are ok, for I am definitely not. My Sister ran into Death Eaters again and is now in Hospital. I don't know what to do. Professor Dumbledore explains that the reason why is me. Because of me, my Mum is dead and my Sister is hurt. Dumbledore also said that You-Know-Who got a message that said where the other person who got attacked would be. Remus, the other man who was attacked, is now severely hurt. My friend, Harry, knows this man and is distraught. I hope You-Know-Who doesn't find out about you and go out for you too otherwise I wouldn't know what to do. I feel as if the world is on my shoulders. I wish we had never have moved to England.

As you are the only one I can talk to at the moment, I wish to write about my thoughts and fears to you. I just hope that you are ok with this. Owl back quickly, please.

Lizzie xx

She finished and put the letter in the drawer in her bedside table, she no one will find it. She didn't quite want to post it yet and hoped to do it in the morning. She then showered and got dressed in a clean set of robes and went down into the common room to meet Harry. Though Harry wasn't there, Lizzie decided that she would make her way up to the boy's dorm.

Harry was sitting on his four-poster bed with his head in his hands. Lizzie shut the door behind her, not trying to be quiet so she could get his attention, and it worked. Harry looked up at Lizzie, his eyes watering. She rushed over to him and gave him an expressive hug.

"Come on," Lizzie said, wiping away Harry's tears, "We have dinner to get to. I don't want to think what McGonagall would do if we weren't there." Lizzie joked. Harry smiled, "I'm sure it'll be fine." She lied, putting on a brave face. Lizzie didn't want to admit to the truth, She didn't know whether everything would be fine, and she highly doubted that nothing else was going to happen.

To Be Continued….