Disclaimer: still don't own it…..but one day….one day

The next morning Harry was awoken by a yell from the end of his bed, accompanied by the removal of all his blankets.

'Cold' yelled Harry with out his eyes open.

'HARRY!' screamed the voice Harry quickly identified as Ron.

'WHAT THE HELL, RON!' Harry opened his eyes and tried to snatch the blankets from him best friend's hands. Ron gave them back to Harry with a frustrated sigh.

'you sleep like the dead mate.' Ron looked at the Harry-shaped pile of blankets. The blankets yawned, and Harry's face appeared at the top.

'So you would if you only went to bed' Harry looked at the clock that sat beside the bed 'seven and a half hours ago!'

Then Harry looked at Ron for the first time. Though they were both only twenty two. Ron's desperation to fill the, 'Hermione hole' with work, was really taking it out of him. He looked at least twenty nine. Yet this morning he seemed excited, almost hyperactive, he couldn't stand still and was rocking back and forth, from heal to toe, repeatedly.

'Well" started Harry, since you don't normally charge into my house at half past six in the morning, I am assuming something has happened?' Harry gave Ron his best; I'm only half awake smile.

'They found her' Ron said, immediately Harry's mind woke up and worked at double speed. It couldn't be Hermione, because if it was her Ron would not have left her side. They would have sent someone, anyone else to get Harry. So the only other person it could be…

'Megan?' Harry said softly.

'Yes, Harry I haven't seen her but she is in Mungos, and we have to go and see her, question her, you know.'

Harry shook his head.

'Where was she?' He had to know, HE thought they had searched every death eater home in the area.

'Johnson' Ron almost spat the name out, like it was something dirty. Johnson had been a ministry official, until he was discovered as a spy for Voldemort. Ron and Johnson had almost become friends. When he was exposed Ron had taken it as a personal failure, he hadn't noticed that He was a spy, and there for he had escaped. Ron however had been the one to find him. In a house thought to be owned by Muggles. About three months ago.

'But Ron, we got him, well, you got him, and didn't we search his house completely?' Harry was confused, He had been apart of the house search group. Apart from an amazing array of dark arts artefacts, there had been nothing.

'One of his house elves was holding her in a shack in the mountains. Chloe' just happened to stumble across it.'

'Ah' Said Harry, it was all beginning to fall into place. Ron, (Harry noticed) was continually glancing at the clock. And suddenly Harry felt a great sense of foreboding.

'IS she ok?' he asked tentatively, 'I mean I know you haven't seen her, but from the report?'

Ron looked at him sadly,

'Harry, physically, she's…ok…, mentally she's…well…dead'

Harry cupped his face in his palms, and slowly ran his finger through his hair.

'How are we going to question her then?' Harry tried desperately to control the emotion that ran thick in his voice.

'The truths spell, if the healer will let us.'

'Ok' Harry said and got up, while he was moving towards the shower Ron stammered.

'Th…there's….there's one more thing Harry'

Harry turned

'Yes Ron?'

'Well you see Harry, she's pregnant'

The next ten minuted fell into a haze for Harry, he basically flew into the shower, the only thought running through his mind was

'how could they do something like this to someone like Megan, she loves people. She used to tell us about her friends little kids, her god-children. She used to say, 'when I have kids I'm going to spoil them' now she isn't ever going to get the chance.

Getting out of the shower Harry quickly dressed, black pants, white shirt, and black robes. Work clothes. Running his fingers through his hair (he had given up on brushing it) he grabbed his work badge, and charged out the front door. Harry cursed himself for putting such protective wards around his house.

Both he and Ron had to make there way to the end of Harry's street before they could turn on the spot, and disappear into thin air.

Or that's what it looked like to the seven year old Son of Harry's neighbours. Jake Pends rubbed his eyes and stared open mouthed, at the place where Mr Potter, and his orange haired friend, had disappeared from. Jake decided he wouldn't tell anyone else about it, until he had a chance to talk to Mr Potter. Until then it would be his secret.

It hardly looked as if Harry had stopped walking when he arrived at saint Mungos. He continued to power through the halls, following his instinct. Ron arrived a few seconds later looking slightly more ruffled than Harry. At first Ron seemed to be following Harry, but due to his longs legs, and the fact that he had been told where he had to go. Ron was soon in the lead. Leading Harry around the halls, every healer they passed smiled and said

'Morning Mr Potter, Mr Weasly'

Harry shook his head; he and Ron had been here far too many times in the last four years.

Ron took a sudden left turn, taking them down a short corridor, and a room that Harry wasn't ready to see again. Ron (in his rush) seemed to have forgotten about this room, about what happened here. So Ron powered on down the hall. Harry couldn't, however, bring himself to walk past the room. He stopped and leant against the doorframe. Lost in his memories.

Ron was at the end of the corridor when he realised that Harry was no longer with him, he turned and looked back., Harry was standing against the doorframe, head down, eyes closed. Ron cursed himself for not remembering. How could he have forgotten? It was just that the finding of Megan sparked, some, well…hope, that Hermione might, just might, turn up one day. That however was no excuse for forgetting. For God's sake, Nevil, Luna and Cho, had all died in that room. All died trying to help Harry. Ron walked slowly back to Harry side, and placed a hand on his shoulder, and looked into the room.

It was still empty, they kept it empty. And the only trace of the three wonderful people who had died defending the light, with a little brass plaque. It read.

In this time of darkness, many have passed away from us. Loved ones, friends, and family. We shall never forget. Thankyou, you will live in our memories.

Harry felt the hand on his shoulder, he could feel it, but to Harry potter, at that moment, it meant nothing.

'Harry, we have to go to Megan'

'I know, Ron, I know, but sometimes it's just so hard, with out them hear to see that it's all ok now. To have them know that everyone is safe' Harry turned from the room and looked down the hall. 'but not everyone's safe are they….Hermione isn't hear to see this'

Ron started to say something, but Harry cut over him. They hadn't spoken about Hermione in years, apart form Harry asking Ron how he was going in looking for her. And this was neither the time nor place to start.

'Your right Ron' Harry started 'we need to see her before it's to late, find out who the father of the child is.'

'Harry' Ron began to speak, but Harry shut him up with one look.

'Let's keep moving'

Ron rolled his eyes and started of down the hall again, closely followed by Harry. Harry looked back at the room once more and sent a silent thankyou, to the sprits of his friends. They had sacrificed everything to let the world have one last chance.

When they arrived at Megan's room, Harry was shocked to find only Megan in there. He was expecting an entourage of well wishes, but no. Just Megan, the short dark hair that had once framed her face so nicely, now hung down around her waist, limp and lifeless. Her once tanned skin was clammy and grey. Her arms were wrapped protectively around her missive stomach. Harry took one of her cold hands in his own and sat down next to the bed. Ron was at the end of the bed looking at the healer's reports.

'What do the healers say?' Harry asked Ron softly. Somehow talking loudly in this room was simply not an option.

'Well, it's not all that good, in the first impression she is fine, but she has had some very strange curses put on her. It has tied her life force to her baby's. Once that baby is born, Megan will die.'

Harry and Ron looked at each other, and then Ron sat down on the end of the bed. Smiling at a memory.

'Do you remember when Megan used to flirt with you?' he was almost laughing. 'It was so funny, all hair flicking, and eye lib battering'

Harry found him self smiling.

'Yep, I remember' both the young men lapsed into silence. Ron turned his attention back to the report, and has attention was on the woman in front of him.

A few minutes later an old healer walked into the room.

'Mr Potter, Mr Weasly. Can I help you?' he asked as he took the report from Ron and began to make slight adjustments to it.

'Yes you can' Ron said to the healer.

'And how can I offer my assistance MR Weasly?' the healer said softly, the man had a naturally genal voice; it just seemed to radiate calm.

'We were wondering if we can wake her up' the healer pulled a face that said, good god you must be crazy. But Ron pressed on 'just for a minute or two so we can use the truths spell on her. Find out who the father is, and what they did to her.'

The healer smiled softly at Ron,

'You seem to be under the impression, Mr Weasly, that we haven't already tried to wake her up.'

'Have you' asked Harry, still seated with Megan.

'Yes, Mr Potter, we have, and to no avail. At the moment Miss Kite here is just a body, she is only alive to keep the child alive. I am very sorry, but it's true. We are expecting the child in the next day or so'

So that's it. Thought Harry, another of my friends is dead, another life gone. The healer looked from Harry to Ron,

'As I said, I am very sorry, she was a nice girl' and with that, he left the room.

Ron and Harry sat in stunned silence. Suddenly Ron's head jerked up.

'The kid, Mate, what's going to happen to the kid?'

Harry looked from his best friend who was sitting gin front of him, to one of his many lost friends in the bed. Suddenly everything became clear.

'I'll take it' HE said softly, Ron's eyes went wide

'WHAT?'