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Chapter 1: The Wedding

By the time Harry got off of the Knight bus, he looked a little green. The ride from the Dursley's hadn't been pleasant but he was off and at the Burrow now. He went to knock on the door but nobody answered. Deciding to check around the back, Harry dragged his trunk to the side of the house but stopped dead. There in the middle of the path lay Ginny, eyes wide in horror, dead. He ran the last 6 yards to her and cradled her head while chanting "you can't be dead Ginny" over and over again. There was a rustling in the bush up ahead and to his left. Harry's head snapped up to look in the direction of the bush and he slowly, carefully drew his wand. Quietly stepping closer to the bush he fired a stunner in to it. He was allowed to use magic now since he had turned 17 two weeks ago. Sticking a hand in he managed to drag out a body. It was Ron; Harry sighed in relief and enervated him while looking him over for injuries. His shoulder's looked out of place and his wand hand was limp. Ron was lying there just staring up at him with tears in his eyes. "Harry? Is that you? They came at us without warning, we didn't stand a chance." Ron was getting nearly hysterical so Harry cradled Ron's head to his chest and whispered comforting things in his ears. After about 5 minutes of sitting with Ron Harry heard the telltale crack of apparition. Before he could get into a fighting stance, Aurors and hit wizards flooded the scene and some medics stopped by Ron to help him. After seeing that Ron would be taken care of, Harry walked slowly round the corner of the house and was horrified by the sight that met his eyed. Dead bodies lay everywhere with a few unseen people moaning for help. He walked through the people helping where he could until he came across Hermione, Remus and Tonks all beside each other being treated by some medics. He rushed over and engulfed them all in a hugged but pulled back when Remus winced. As he took in their appearances, Harry noticed their injuries. Tonks was shaking and looked pale. She explained shakily that's she had been put under cruciatus by 2 Deatheaters. Remus had burns all along his neck and face and he told Harry that he had been exposed to the silver shards of Peter Pettigrew's broken hand When he had blasted it off in a duel with him.

"He's lying over that way somewhere" Said Remus but winced when he had finished because the burns on his face sore when he talked. Harry grinned despite the situation; Pettigrew was here, dead from what Remus had said. That meant even though He was dead, Sirius would be pardoned. Harry was snapped out of his musings by Hermione, who had gotten hit by the same curse that she been hit by over a year ago in the department of mysteries, asking him anxiously how he was and if he'd seen anybody else alive.

"I'm fine, I saw Ron, He's got some broken bones but he's okay apart from that. Ginny…" Here Harry's voice turned hoarse and he looked like he just wanted to die.

"Ginny's Dead, I also saw Professors McGonagall, Sprout, Flitwick, Mr and Mrs. Weasley, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Percy, Minister Scrimgeour with that toad Umbridge and Luna. I saw their bodies" At this Hermione started crying and grabbed Harry in a vice like grip. Harry looked over and saw that Remus was looking ill. A medic that was checking him out was calling frantically for another nurse when Remus collapsed.

Harry watched in slow motion as Remus collapsed and the healers flocked to him to help the field medic. The first two healers had started shouting "accio!" and little shard of silver were flying out from almost everywhere on his body.

When no more shards were coming out, the medic and two other healers put Remus on a stretcher and were about to transport him to somewhere when something made Harry shout.

"Stop!" He shouted and the medic stopped but the healers started to shout the killing curse and would have succeeded in killing the wounded werewolf on the stretcher had it not have been for an unexpected help.

"STUPEFY!" The two voices shouted in almost perfect unison. At the familiar voices Harry and Hermione's heads whipped round, not bothering to see if the spells had hit there mark because they knew from the muffled thumps of bodies hitting the ground.

"Thank God! We didn't know if you two were alive or not" said Hermione to the two newcomers.

"Well we heard a commotion and we just couldn't leave our role model to just die, could we!" said Fred while George just sat there nodding solemnly. They looked fine so Harry asked them where they had been when the fight had happened.

"We arrived late because we had to close up our shop. Where's our mum and dad, or any of the family for that matter?"

Harry turned pale and Hermione ducked her head and started hugging Harry for comfort again.

"What happened?" asked George, quickly starting to dread the answer.

"I'm so sorry you guys, but I saw all of them except you two Charlie and Bill. Only….only Ron was alive that I saw." Harry was quickly being overcome with emotions so he walked off to his favourite tree and let go of his iron grip on the emotions that were swirling about inside him. He cried for the first time in a long time. He cried for The Weasley's, who had been torn asunder by this one battle. He cried for the children that would be orphaned and he cried for the innocence that a lot of people would be losing in the coming months, maybe years. Harry was crying and looked distraught on the outside but this had strengthened his resolve to beat Voldemort and right now he was trying to calm himself down and formulate a plan, because if he didn't, his life was on the line. So were the rest of the worlds.

It was late at night when everyone that Harry knew had been accounted for and only just over a ¼ had survived. This had made Harry angry because so many people had had their lives and families taken away from them. With the people that Harry knew he made his way to Grimmauld place where the Fidilius was still working even though Dumbledore had died at the end of the last school year. Hermione gasped when she saw this. When asked why by Fred she said

"The Fidilius is cancelled when the secret keeper dies because the Charm has no one to tell its hidden objects location to, and Dumbledore was the secret keeper." Seeing that no one was really there yet what with the events of the last couple of hours Hermione explained.

"It means that Dumbledore must be alive and even if he isn't we still have a base from which we can conduct our operations." At this everyone looked a little relieved but it wasn't enough to make the pain go away. Everyone got inside because they already knew of the order and when everyone was inside, they claimed beds and went to be. Although they went to bed, nobody slept for a good while because they feared that nightmares would come and some mourned for loved ones. It was long into the night before the last person got to sleep.

The next morning Harry woke to the quietness of Grimmauld place. He felt a weight on his shoulder and arm and looked over to se a bush of frizzy hair. Two chocolate brown eyes were looking back at him.

"Good morning" said Harry. He remembered that Hermione had come through to his room when she couldn't get to sleep and they had hugged each other in comfort until they had fallen asleep. They got up and made themselves presentable before heading slowly downstairs. When they got to the kitchen they saw almost everyone sitting staring remorsefully at their breakfast or tea. Only 14 people sat at the table including Harry and Hermione. Ron hadn't gotten home from the Hogwarts hospital wing and neither had Remus. If Dumbledore was alive then that made only 13 people still in the order because Ron, Harry and Hermione weren't in it. A surprise guest had been Neville who sat at the table between Tonks and Fred. He said he'd been taken to Grimmauld place the summer before when his Grandma had joined the Order. As Harry was contemplating these things, an owl came in through the window and dropped an official looking envelope in front of him. Soon everyone else had the same envelope in front of them. Everyone knew what they were. They were from Gringotts about wills and inheritance. The letters were an unwelcome sight and as if in agreement, everyone put their envelopes to the side to discuss the devastation. The letters could wait. Important information vital to the orders survival was the top priority.

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