Disclaimer: I in no way shape or form own any of the Harry Potter characters or settings.
A/N: Yes I know I haven't written anything in over a year. I feel horrible about it but every time I had time to write I couldn't think of anything, it was like a permanent steel wall blocking the path from my brain to my arm, I know what I want to happen, I have it all planned out; but I just couldn't put it into words…until now.
Ron and George had what looked like mashed potatoes in their hair and they were both chasing Hermione, Ron was wielding a banana like a weapon and screaming something that Harry couldn't make out due to all the other noise. Then much to Harry's surprise, everyone in the kitchen stopped what they were doing and turned to look at him, or rather right past him. Harry turned around to see what had gripped everyone's attention and got a face full of Dumbledore's beard, "Excuse me, Harry, sorry about that" said Dumbledore solemnly. Harry could tell by Dumbledore's expression that he hadn't come for a pleasant visit, something bad had happened.
"Everyone please sit down, I have something of importance to discuss with all of you." Every one sat down at the table without a word. "As you may all know, many of our close friends and family members have gone to join in the fight against Voldemort – a shiver made its way around the table – one being Severus Snape, and it is with much regret that I have to inform you that he is missing in action and proposed to be dead." Dumbledore stopped speaking and looked around the table, no one said anything, no one moved, the silence was finally broken Hermione, who gave a sharp sob and ran from the room. "What is up with her today?" exclaimed Ron. "Oh, shut up, Ron" said Harry and he went to go comfort Hermione. From behind him Harry heard Ron huff, "Every one has gone mental" to no one in particular.
Harry followed Hermione up the stairs but wasn't fast enough to catch her before she slammed her bedroom in his face. Harry stood outside Hermione's bedroom letting his brain absorb the news that Dumbledore had delivered, could Snape really be dead? Harry's thoughts were interrupted by Ron's footsteps on the stairs. Ron huffed as he reached the top of the stairs; "I swear we did this same thing after breakfast this morning." Harry sighed inwardly, Ron was just not getting it and he wasn't feeling in the mood to explain. "Come on, Ron, let's leave her be for a bit." Harry started walk down the hall with Ron trailing behind him, he had a headache and he wanted to lie down before it got worse.
Harry lay down on his bed and stared at the ceiling. Snape… Dead… could this really be happening? Harry's head felt fit to explode; he rolled over and squeezed his eyes shut. He didn't know how long he slept for but when Harry awoke, the sun had already gone down and he could hear Ron breathing soundly in the next bed. Harry quietly got out of bed and tiptoed out of the room. The lanterns in the hallway were still lit but just barely, their light twisted and flickered, casting strange shadows along the walls. On his way to the bathroom it dawned on him that he still had Sirius's will in his pant's pocket, he had forgotten all about it; Grimmauld Place belonged the Weasleys' now, and they didn't even know it yet.