Well this one is umm just as depressing. I tried everything from listening to sum 41 to backstreet boys so you can tell me what you think when you review, Thanks you to all my reviewers and I hope you enjoy this!

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Chapter 3

It smelt like flowers in the room, even in this room, Rons old room at the top of the stairs. It was late at night, one, and she couldn't fall asleep. She was sitting under the window, unable to look out but knowing that it was a beautiful night just by the smell of the air.

Hermione had been sitting there for hours just starring around the room and thinking. She almost never slept in this house. Everything in this room was just as Ron had left it. All the things he had left on the ground were never cleaned up and the walls were still hanging with the horrible posters of his favorite Quiddich team. She refused to even move her cloths into the drawers like she used to when she stayed in Ginny's room during the summers of school.

School, why had she been so dumb, she should have tried to stop her friends. But no, she had even joined in willingly and now they were never coming back to her. Never going to be there to talk her ear off about Quidditch and stupid things like that. Now she missed it. She knew if they were with her she still would hate it, but she missed being able to yell at them for it.

At work she would always fill them in on the happenings in the world and could swear once in a while, when she told them about matches, they would fight about it telepathically. Purposely leaving her out. She knew it was stupid, but it sort of made her happy to think that they could talk to each other. It made her happy that they weren't alone in their darkness.

Percy, it was his fault. Sometimes, more often now then ever, she would have dreams of killing him. She knew this wasn't healthy to think these things but she knew it was healthier then going out and actually doing it. Sometimes she saw that in George to, when they were just sitting there. She'd just look over and he'd be clenching his fists, his eyes closed, about to stand up. Then he would stop and look over at me with a frown on his face. I would give him a little smile and he would pull me into a one arm hug.

Maybe he to was thinking of a horrible way to kill his brother, or maybe he was thinking of what had happened. She suddenly had the urge to know the story. This was a good a day as any. She stood up and fell back down hitting her head on the window. She crawled to the door stood up and walked slowly down the hall hoping that he would tell her, hoping he wouldn't be mad at her for asking.

She could hear a sound in his room that sounded like he was jumping around and then he started screaming. "Oh what dreams are made of." She realized he was singing and knew she had to peek in.

She opened the door just a little and her sudden breakout of laughter stopped him in his tracks. He took one earphone off and looked around to room before spinning around and starring at the doorway. He smiled and looked at her motioning her in. "What cha listening to?" she asked him trying not to breakout laughing again.

"Uh," he said pushing the button that opened the CD player. "Lizzy McGuire Movieee soundtrack." He said excited. "I found it outside when I was taking a walk yesterday. I didn't show anyone cause I was afraid dad was going to take it. You know how he is when he sees muggle things."

She laughed again. "You know what tomorrow when I visit my parents I'll grab mine- and my CD's and I'll let you listen to something a little more… my type." She laughed again.

"CD's?" he said confused.

"Yep, that's a CD player and that round disk is a CD." Then she remembered why she was there and changed the subjects as he looked at it and pushed the stop button. "I had a question to ask you."

"Shoot, anything." he said. And then he laughed, "It's a good thing you live with muggles to, cause I have so many things I found to ask you about.

She giggled a little and then remembered her mission again, he was really good at making her think about things she didn't want to think about. "I just wanted to know about how… he died." She asked quietly.

He looked at her and looked like he was about to say no before he frowned and said, "I guess sense it's you." He said and without another word went into the story:

"I… we were hanging out at the creek. I think it was about nine (21:00 I think) or something, the moon wasn't sure if it was coming out tonight and even if it did the clouds were heavy that night. We were thinking of new inventions, like we always did. That's where everything was thought of. And we were just joking around when we heard this loud banging noise. We stopped for a few minuets trying to see someone but when we didn't we went back to what we were doing, assuming it was just mom throwing a fit at home.

Fred laughed at something I said and said, "Your hilarious man. Seriously man, why don't you just go for it."

I shrugged and said, "Your funny when you aren't so dang serious."

"And that ain't often is it?" he finished my sentence and I laughed

"So got any ideas yet?" I asked him, because really I was just there to keep him company most of the time. He said that he couldn't think unless both his brains were there. I really couldn't think of anything that we made. We used to have this joke with each other that the other one wasn't supposed to be born but the brain we were supposed to have was just to big so the other was born to carry the other half around. He was supposed to be the brain and I was supposed to be well whatever's left.

"Nopers." He said pushing some dirt into the creek with his foot.

"Wanna go back?" I asked shifting on the huge log that had been our inspiration for so many years.

"In a few minuets, if I'm not gonna get and idea I'm gonna catch a frog." He said standing and jumping fully clothed into the creek. I laughed as he pounced around trying to catch a stupid frog. Eventually he was sitting at the bottom with only his head poking out of the water. I talked to him about… stuff… while he laughed and floated around.

I guess we were having more fun then we knew because the full moon was starting to peek out and the clouds were fading. The day was coming and it was going to be a much clearer day then yesterday. I was thinking about this when suddenly Fred's screaming for me to watch out and when I didn't know what to do he stood up and shot a spell right over my head.

I heard a cry jumped up and turned around. I was scared, I'd never seen one, it was huge. Just it's nose was the size of my shoe. I pulled out my wand but it jumped at me and clawed at my stomach. There was another bright light and suddenly the beast was running at Fred. We were both shooting spells at him, me from behind him on the ground and Fred from the creek in front, but nothing stopped him. We found out later that he had been wearing a certain cloak made by a certain twin who dies because of it. It jumped at Fred and I got up and jumped at it.

I was on it, I could see it biting at Fred and clawing and would… I would be thrown off… and jump back on. A spell sent at the dog by Fred hit me and I went flying into a tree, I saw another fly past me and just heard a huge bang as it hit the house before it went black."

"Mom told me that dad and her were the kitchen when the spell blew the wall down. All the aurors were there within seconds. When they got there Fred was already… you know… and he was turning on me. They watched him tun back into himself. Dad says mom passed out when she saw that it was Percy. We got a letter the next day from him saying that he had planned it out and it would have worked out if it wasn't for him underestimating Fred."

"Why the fuck did he want to kill you guys?" she asked trying not to cry.

"Because of our self protection line. He didn't like that we were helping to protect good. When the dark lord brought him to his side he made sure that the first thing on his list of do's was to kill all of us in the Weasley household. Mind you, I don't think that the rest of us are going to be stupid enough to leave the house without our necklaces again." He said pulling a long chain out of his shirt. "Ever since Ron was attacked we keep them on, though it wasn't a help in mine and Fred's case but that was Percy's case.

"My biggest question though is if Percy is stuck being that way the rest of his life, or if it's possible that he can just turn into it whenever he wants to, like animagus. I don't know if that's possible but I don't understand why he would become a werewolf just for that night."

"Maybe he didn't want to, or maybe it wasn't just for that night," she said patting his hand and then squeezing it. They were both now sitting at the end of the bed starring out the window. Hermione scooted down onto the floor still holding his hand. After about an hour sitting in the quiet she stood to leave.

Before she reached the door George said, "Hold up." She turned and watched as he ran to his wardrobe and pulled out something. He handed it to her and said, "For protection like ours." And opened his hand to show a beautiful bracelet.

"Thank you." She said putting it on. "Goodnight." She said flashing him a smile before walking out the door and quietly closing the door behind her.

George closed his eyes and fell on the bed saying, quietly enough so she couldn't hear, "Love you."

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Hermione walked into work early, like she always did. She got dressed and ate some breakfast and started her duty like she always did, in Harry's and Ron's room. "Morning." She said as she walked into the room, "Well I can finally tell you what I'm sure you've been wanting to know." She said looking at some charts and pulling out some clean sheets. She told them the story of Fred's death as she changed their bedding and do some other things around the room.

When she finished she sat down next to Ron and said, "Well your mom and Ginny seem to be doing good today. They were cooking when I left. George is okay I guess and your dad is still overworking himself. And… I still miss you… both of you." She said standing up. "Well I gotta go to the other patients so I'll see you two tomorrow morning." Just as she was about the shut the door she smiled to the two and said, "Love you."

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