Last chance! Please make a review even though I don't think I've updated for several months… If you were reading the story before, you might have noticed that Kingsley died in chapter 4. Just to let you know I changed it to Mundungus! Also, I haven't updated since well before book 6 came out, and I'm sticking to my original plan, so this story has no spoilers for that book. If you want me to put in some things that happened in book 6, tell me what they are and I'll probably put them in.

Harry had no idea where he was. Everyone refused to tell him, all he knew was that he was nearing time to go back to school. He couldn't believe he was thinking it, but he wanted to go back to Sirius'. The place he was at was much duller than number twelve Grimmauld Place.

Ron was pacing back and forth in front of the rusted, metal front door. On the black cold wall across from him sat Hermione staring into the fake window next to the fire which seemed to lack warmth.

Since the attack on the ministry, Harry, Ron, and Hermione had been isolated from everything. There were never told what happened at the ministry, who was killed, or what was going on in the outside world. Harry just couldn't wait to get to Diagon Alley, where Mrs. Weasley was taking them.

After a seemingly long ten minutes, the thick metal door opened to reveal a much more aged Mrs. Weasley. "Well come on dears, lets go then!" She held the door for them as they left the cage in which they had been left for weeks.

Harry felt great being outside, the wind blowing in his hair. Hermione was twirling around holding her books and saying "Now I can read you in the sun!" Ron's lanky body strode alongside Harry while he took deep breaths every few seconds.

They stepped into the Leaky Cauldron and the next thing Harry knew, he was in Diagon Alley. However, this was not the same Diagon Alley. It was different, and changed. All along the streets were symbols of the dark mark, painted on the walls of building like graffiti.

"Well yes, we tried to get it off, but no charm could do it," stated Mrs. Weasley very dryly. Harry new there would never be a good time to ask, but he had to. However, Hermione took the words out of his mouth.

"Who died Mrs. Weasley, it makes us all sick wondering who it is. I just really have to know, would you please tell us. It makes me sick not knowing what happened." They stopped walking, there was a dead silence. Mrs. Weasley just started naming a list of people. There were so many, people that Harry knew. A knot grew in Harry's stomach, Hermione put a hand on his back.

"And… the minister of magic… Fudge is dead. And………. Ronald your… Percy and your father, they're missing."

Harry was astonished, he couldn't believe it. He fell over, he couldn't cry. He could only think about one thing, his hatred for Voldemort. He just wanted to strangle him, strangle him for all of the things he did. For killing his parents, for giving him that scar, for killing his godfather, and now for probably killing the figure in his life that could come the closest to resembling his father, Arthur Weasley.

Ron was in hysterics, he ran off down an alleyway. Mrs. Weasley chased after him, and Harry got up to follow him two, but he was pulled down by Hermione.

"Don't, Ron needs to talk to his mother, he needs alone time with her."

"Hermione….I hate him (Voldemort)… I hate him so badly." Harry put his head into Hermione's shoulder.

"I hate him too Harry."

"Why?"

"Because he hurt you."