A flash of light lit up the darkened night sky. From nothing, a person appeared. A man in black, a figure full of malice. He walked down the street until he reached an old house that could only have been held up by magic. Swiftly and silently, the dark figure entered the house.

"Lumos," a low rough voice whispered.

The figure navigated through the kitchen and up the staircase until it reached a door. The figure threw open the door to reveal a bedroom and quickly the figure said, "Avada Kadavra!"

No one awoke, the house staid asleep except for the two members of this family that would forever sleep. The figure pulled down his hood to reveal none other than Draco Malfoy. He stayed in the house a while longer and then fled, returning to the spot where the light had first appeared and then disappeared in another flash of white light.

Daytime came soon after and caused a certain Harry Potter to awake. The Boy Who Lived rubbed his eyes and looked around the room. It was good to be at the Burrow, spending time with the Weasly's. Reaching over he pocked the figure lying in the bed next to his.

"Ron. Ron! RON!"

"Wha?"

"Ron, you lazy git, get up. It's nearly noon and this whole house seems to have slept right through it," Harry told Ron.

While Ron laid around in his bed Harry went from room to room banging on the doors.

"Lizzy! Hermione! Ginny! Time to get up!"

Harry called his friends and his triplet Lizzy. Lizzy, Harry, and his other triplet Chris, had destroyed the Dark Lord together just a few months ago. Now, they were living with the Weasly's until they could buy a place of their own.

"Chris! Fred! George! Come one guys! Get up!" Harry continued calling. He reached Mr. and Mrs. Weasly's door to see it still shut with the lights off. Harry did not wake them. They had a hard life raising so many children during the reign of Voldemort. They could use the sleep. Slowly, everyone began to get up. Including me. Yes, I, the Girl Who Lived apparently was not allowed to sleep in.

I slowly pulled myself out of bed and poked Hermione and Ginny. Ginny rolled over and gave me the death look but Hermione hopped out of bed and quickly left the room. Hermione never talked to me.

"I don't think she likes me," I said to Ginny.

"No, probably not. You might take up too much of Ron's attention," Ginny curtly replied.

Ginny left to go fix breakfast with Hermione and I decided to take a shower. I liked taking a shower. Sometimes, I did my best thinking while taking a shower. Sure that sounds weird but a lot of people discover things in the shower. Never the less, I went to take one.

When I got out I pulled on a pair of black jeans and a dark green, strapless shirt. I dried my hair and, pulling it into a tight ponytail, left to go find some food. I walked down the stairs to find the family, Fred, George, Chris, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny, all sitting around the table munching on toast and bacon.

I sat down between Harry and Fred and picked up a piece of bacon.

"Why did you have to wake me up Harry? I was having such a nice dream!" I said.

"Sorry, but its almost noon. We all slept right through the day. Its almost as if someone put a spell over the house!" Harry replied.

For the rest of breakfast we made small talk and listlessly chewed on bacon and stale toast. Breakfast is always much better when Mrs. Weasly cooks it. She is a great cook and Ginny and Hermione, to put it nicely, aren't.

After breakfast we all wondered outside to our brooms and took to the air. We played a great game that day. Fred, George, and myself against Harry, Ron, and Chris. My team clearly had the unfair advantage but we played anyway. We won by 400 points but it was still a terrific game.

Around six in the afternoon we all stumbled in the house for dinner. No one was fixing dinner so Ginny and Hermione started to cook it for us. After exchanging glances with Fred the two of us decided that it was best to go wake Mr. and Mrs. Weasly instead of having to endure another meal full of their cooking. We walked up the stairs to their door and knocked softly, not wanting to disturb them. There was not answer.

Fred called out, "Mum! Dad! It's 6! Time to get up! It's dinner time and Ginny's cooking!"

There was no answer from the room so we decided to enter. We opened the door and walked into the room and up to the bed. I had never been in Mr. and Mrs. Weasly's room. It looked much like all the other rooms. Plain with a small window. The only difference I saw was the larger bed for the two of them. Fred walked over and poked his father. Mr. Weasly did not move. I walked over to Mrs. Weasly and gently whispered in her ear that it was time to get up. She did not stir.

After about five minutes of trying to rouse the parents we began to get panicky. At last, I checked for a pulse. There was none, on either of them. The Weasly parents were dead. Fred stared in disbelief at his mother and father while I began to tear up. This was my family. The only family I could remember. The only family I had ever known. They were dead. Dead.

I walked around the room trying to piece together the puzzle. There was no blood and no sign of a struggle. I should know. You learn that kind of thing when you are training to become an auror. I was frustrated, grief stricken, and angry all at the same time. I walked into the bathroom to splash some water on my face and saw the writing on the wall. Literally.

On the wall, written in blood, were the words, "There are those who are still faithful. They will not rest until you feel the grief they feel."

Those words were for sure not meant for Fred or George. Or Hermione or Ginny or Bill or Charlie or even Percy. No. They were meant for me. For me and Chris and Harry. The chosen family was the cause of their death. It was our fault. My fault. I let out a wail of desperation that penetrated the whole house. Fred ran into the bathroom and read the words on the mirror and immediately understood. He ran over to my side and threw his arms over me. Holding me, protecting me.

Minutes later the rest of the house ran into the room to find the source of the wail and everybody saw Mr. and Mrs. Weasly. Everybody knew. Everybody grieved. Not only was my family without parents, my new family now had no parents. The seven of us were alone. Very very alone. We spent the rest of the night in that room trying to put a reason on the crime. A reason for the death. All our reasons pointed to Harry, Chris, and I. I felt awful.

After many hours of discussion we came to the conclusion that a death eater must have killed the Weasly parents. The faithful followers of Lord Voldemort were in pain. They missed the one who caused them all their suffering or was there another reason. Maybe pain was not heartache, but pain caused by another force. With all the questions about the deaths swimming in my head, I drifted to sleep.

When I awoke I found myself on the floor of Mr. and Mrs. Weasly's room. I was achy and uncomfortable but I was not alone. Fred was lying beside me, his arm gently wrapped around my wait. I was glad he was with me but angry at myself for causing all these problems. I gently removed Fred's arms and walked from the room.

I was a mess. My clothes dirty, my hair knotted, my face blotchy. I looked like I had been crying. I had been, but I did not need to look it. I went to go find Ron. Ron was taking this the hardest and I wanted to be there for him. Any friend of Harry's and brother of Fred's was a friend of mine. It took me a while to find but when I walked outside to the lake, he was easy to spot. He had created a little nest for himself in the bushes next to the sparkling waters.

I could see the remnants of tears dried on his cheeks. His hair was a fiery red mess full of leaves and sticks. He was covered in dirt and he looked like he had fallen in the lake. I felt so badly for him. This must be terrible for him. First of all, his best friend left him to go fight the Dark Lord, and then one of the death eaters killed his parents. That is a lot to endure when you are only seventeen. He even had his birthday while we weren't there.

I walked over to his and gently whispered in his ear. "Ron. Ron please get up. I want to talk to you."

Ron woke up and sat up looking at me with eyes full of pain. I wanted to help him. I sat there all day talking to him. Helping him cope. Helping his to understand how sorry I was. Ron was such a forgiving boy. He may not have been the sharpest tool in the shed but he had the biggest heart of anyone I knew. By nightfall I asked him if he would come inside and eat something. He agreed and we walked into the house. I got Ron a sandwich for dinner and a big bar of chocolate. Chocolate always made me feel better.

He ate it hungrily. I watched him for a while and then sat down and put my arm comfortingly around his shoulders. Fred walked into the kitchen and looked at Ron. Ron did look awful. Fred looked disturbed by Ron's looks.

"Lizzy. Can I talk to you? Now?" Fred said.

"Sure," I replied. I expected that I would have to explain Ron's situation. He did look kind of suicidal. "Ron, I will be right back. Don't go anywhere!" I said reassuringly. I wanted to help this family since I felt so responsible.

I followed Fred upstairs and into his room. Fred shut the door before turning on me with a face that was full of anger.

"What the fuck are you doing! You are supposed to be my girlfriend! Now you are flirting with my brother! My BROTHER!" Fred screamed at me.

"Fred. I was not flirting with your brother. I want to help him. He is really hurting. Everybody is but I was worried about him."

"I bet you slept with him! I bet that's why he looks so awful! Why didn't you want to help me? I'm suffering to!"

Fred was really angry. I guessed it was his way of getting rid of grief.

"Fred. Fred! FRED! Pay attention to me! I did not sleep with Ron. I thought you were coping fine. I thought you didn't need help."

"They are gone Lizzy. They are never coming back. They're…they're dead."

With that he burst into tears. I pulled him into a tight hug and held him there until the tears stopped. I then gave him a deep long kiss before I left the room to find the rest of the family. We needed a plan. A way to make this alright.

I called a family meeting. Alright, so we weren't all family, but we acted like one. Ginny's eyes were puffy and Hermione was holding her hand in a comforting way. Harry and Chris were glassy eyed in a disbelieving way. Fred, George, and Ron looked puffy but they were trying to be macho and cover it up.

"I know this is really hard for all of us but we need to do something. We need to get an auror to help us. I would do it but I'm not qualified. An auror can help us track spells cast here so we can find out who killed your parents. We also need to find Bill, Charlie, and Percy. They need to know," I told the family in the most professional voice I could muster in my current state.

Everybody in the circle nodded their heads.

"I will write letters to the rest of the family tonight and have Thebes take them in the morning. We are all now orphans. We have three choices. We can either wait for a family to adopt all of us, we can be split up into foster homes, or we can hide from the authority. What do we want to do?"

I did not want to leave this family but I would do what they wanted.

"I don't want to split up," Ron said.

Everybody agreed.

"I don't want a new mom and dad," Ginny said.

Everybody agreed. So it was decided that we would stay away from authority and get an auror on out case. Harry said he would get someone called Mad Eye Moody. He was not killed in the war and he was one of the best.

I got down to writing letters to the rest of the family. I felt badly sending such grave tidings to people who did not even know me. They might have heard of me, but they did not know that I was living in their house. It was hard to write. How do you tell someone that they have lost their parents, forever. After writing many letters and tearing them up, I found one that worked. I sealed them and gave them to Thebes. Thebes left that night to deliver the letters. I layed down and tried to sleep. I couldn't sleep.

I walked into Fred's room and pushed him over. I curled up in his bed next to my boyfriend. Fred in his sleep curled up to me. I loved Fred but now, it was I who needed the comfort. I still could not shake the feeling that I had caused the death of the Weasly's. It was just a feeling, but why did I feel so guilty?