The morning after Hogsmeade was disastrous, to say the least. It was a sunny morning, birds were chirping, and a tiny tawny owl was pecking boisterously at my window.

"Bloody hell . . . " I muttered, dragging my body out of my warm and comfortable bed into the harsh, chill air. As I crossed over to my window, I noticed that my roommates' beds were all nicely made and there was no living being in sight, besides this bloody bird. I opened the window to shut it up and it came flying in like nothing had never been so urgent before in its life. The tawny owl dropped the letter on my bed and flew back out the open window, before I had time to shoo it away myself.

The letter was addressed to me in a slightly messy, depressing handwriting that I thought I recognized.

Wisteria,

I'm sorry about what happened over the holidays. I heard that you and Simone needed some information on Harry Potter. It is still really hard for me to talk about, but I want to help you guys. I know History of Magic can be unbearable. Let me tell you about Harry . . .

The rest of the page was blotched with a few tears. I read on.

I remember the first time I saw him. My brother, your father, Ron, was going away to his first year at Hogwarts and I was going to be the only Weasley child left home the entire school year. I was very upset about it and begged mum and dad to let me go to Hogwarts, but when we were at Platform nine and three quarters, we saw him, Harry Potter. He was just standing all alone there and then he asked us how to get onto the platform, and I was entranced. I knew who he was.

The next year, when I started Hogwarts, I had a massive crush on him, but he was to busy trying to save Hogwarts to notice. By the end of the year, Harry had saved my life.

Throughout my second, third and fourth years I separated myself from him. Your mother told me to get over him, move on, and so I did. By fifth year, I got to hang out with them more: Harry, your mum, and your dad. They started the D.A.; Dumbledore's Army. Harry gave the most amazing speech when we started that. He told us that we could do it and we believed him, because most of us knew that he fought Voldemort just that summer. I went with them to the Department of Mysteries in the Ministry of Magic that year. It was incredible. There was a prophecy room and a brain room, and eventually we faced Voldemort, together.

By sixth year, I was in trouble. I was falling in love with him again. It sounds silly now, I know it does. I was only fifteen. But the good thing this time was that he liked me, too. Before the end of that year, he finally admitted it; he kissed me in front of the entire common room after a winning Quidditch game. I was speechless that day. I couldn't believe it had happened. My happiness was short-lived, because three months later he was fighting Voldemort again and Albus Dumbledore had died in the process this time. He told me we couldn't see each other anymore because he was worried Voldemort would come after me.

That summer he spent some time at the Burrow. The war was full on, and there were already casualties. This was when your Uncle Bill and Fleur got married. At the party after the wedding, we learned that the ministry was under full control of Voldemort. Harry and your parents left that day. I knew where they were going. They were going to get Voldemort's horcruxes. It's gruesome, Wisteria, and I shouldn't be telling you this but here it is. A horcrux is an object which holds a bit of ones soul. Voldemort split his soul into 7 pieces, 6 of them in objects, the last in his body.

Well, Harry knew that he had to destroy all the objects before he could destroy Voldemort once and for all, and that's where they were going. Unfortunately, I was not of age and could not go with them, but even if I could I doubt Harry would have allowed it. I returned to Hogwarts that year, with Severus Snape as headmaster. It was awful, nothing like Hogwarts was before, or it is now. They had Death Eaters as teachers who used disobedient kids as dummies to practice the Cruciatus curse on.

Wait a second. This was very interesting and all, but my mind went out of the letter for a moment to look around the room. The beds were made. Everyone was gone. It's Monday. Bloody hell!

I jumped around the room clumsily putting on my uniform: skirt, shirt, sweater, robes, socks. I grabbed my books and... Shoes, I forgot shoes! I put on my shoes, grabbed my bag, threw my ink and quill into my bag, grabbed some books and stuffed the letter into my pocket as I ran down the stairs, out the common room. The corridor was empty, thank heavens, but one meeting with Mrs. Norris could get me in big trouble.

Where was I going anyway? History of Magic. Great. Down four more flights of stairs, three corridors, two ghosts and past the headmistress office...and a partridge in a pear tree. I laughed at myself briefly and then focused my attention on running. Wait, there's the door there! Just a bit further and just I as ran into the door- ring! Smack! Class was over and I had just ran into the large mob that was my classmates, who gave me a funny look and kept on walking.

Humiliated by my tactics once again, I sank back against the cold stone wall and clutched the letter in my pocket. I had potions next and it didn't sound all that inviting. So I figured, after screwing up already, why not screw up the whole day?

My plans for 'screw-up day' were to find a place to hide and read the rest of this letter, and then wing it from there. I thought about going out to the grounds, but I figured someone would see me through the windows. I thought about going back to the common room, which sounded incredibly boring, but it was all I could come up with so I went with it. I trudged along the corridors, re-tracing my running steps from earlier only at a pace ten times slower than a slug. Then about a staircase away from the safety of the common room, I heard the pitter-patter of little cat feet and the soft meow that was Mrs. Norris. I jumped through the next door I could find and hid inside.

After waiting breathlessly with my ear pressed to the door, I was sure that Mrs. Norris had left. I let out the long breath I had been holding in and turned around. I was in a desolate looking bathroom with slimy walls and a small flood on the floor. I didn't even know there was a bathroom on this floor, but oh well, it would have to do. I locked myself into the nearest stall and pulled the letter out of my pocket to continue reading.

Eventually we couldn't take it anymore, and Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, and I started up Dumbledore's Army again, the resistance movement from my fourth year. We fought back against the Death Eater teachers and tried to steal the sword of Gryffindor from Snape's office, for we knew Harry needed it. The plan did not work, and Hogwarts became so bad that over Easter holidays, mum made me stay with the family. We stayed in hiding with most of our family, Luna, who was being hunted for association with her fathers newspaper, the Quibbler, and Dean Thomas, my former boyfriend who was in danger because he was Muggle-born.

I looked up suddenly as I heard a small splash coming from the stall next to me. Was it just my imagination or was someone sobbing? I was careful not to move or reveal myself as I slowly bent down to look under the slimy lavatory wall, but there were no feet visible. I was puzzled at this crux, so I left the tiny stall and called out, "Hello? Anyone there?"

The sobbing stopped with a squeaky halt and somebody's voice called back.

"Who's there? What do you want?"

"Er...I'm Wisteria Weasley. Who are you?"

I waited for the reply, but just heard another splash and a loud wail and then someone came through the lavatory door! It took me a second to realize that I was dealing with an imprint of a departed soul.

"You're a-a ghost!" I sputtered through my surprise.

"Yes," said the ghost. It was a young girl, perhaps the same age as me, with an outdated looking Ravenclaw uniform, dark pigtails and glasses. "I'm Myrtle. Moaning Myrtle."

"Hi, Myrtle." I said uncertainly.

"What've you got there?" she said, coming up close behind me to read the letter clutched in my left hand. "Harry? I knew a Harry once, oh, he was lovely. He was in love with me."

"Really? Er...well this is about Harry Potter, but I doubt you knew him, he was er...after your time-"

"Harry Potter! The boy with the scar? No that was him! He promised he'd come and visit me in my u-bend, but he never did." She said with a pout. "Him and his bushy haired girlfriend and that red-headed boy were always in here one year."

"Hey! That was my mum and dad! You knew them?"

The ghostly girl nodded, "Quite odd, that bunch was. Whatever happened to them?"

"Well, Harry Potter died," I said stonily, "And my father, Ron was taken hostage soon after."

"What about the bushy girl with the over large teeth?" She asked with a smirk.

"My mother was doing fine until she was kidnaped, presumably by the Ministry, last month." I told her, with a twinge of pain.

Myrtle dramatized a gasp and said, "Why on earth would the Ministry of Magic kidnap an innocent woman?"

"I dunno. But I would like to find out."

Myrtle stared at me and then spun in the air once. "Well, Wisteria Weasley, I can tell you one thing. Serena Longbottom? Do you know her? Little first year, clumsy, blonde hair?"

I nodded, listening intently.

"Serena's mother in an unspeakable in the Ministry." Myrtle said.

"Yeah, well, I knew that!" I told her angrily, hoping for some more useful information.

"Wait!" she shouted aggressively, "Serena comes in to visit me sometimes. Tells me her petty first year woes. But one thing I did notice, is that Serena Longbottom wears a rather large key on a string around her neck. This key, I recognize it, because I've seen it on a student before, when your parents were here. You see, Wisteria, it's tradition for Department of Ministry workers to keep their master key safe around the necks of their small children."

'What does that have to do with me?" I shouted after her, and with a cackle of glee that faded into a wail, Moaning Myrtle flew back down into her toilet. I stood stunned in a dripping, mucky bathroom.

"Well, thanks." I said, an instant before turning to run straight to the common room.

As I entered through the portrait hole, I remembered that I was supposed to be in Potions right about now. My worried subdued when I realized that the scarlet room was empty, so I flung my body onto my favorite sofa and pulled out Aunt Ginny's letter again.

Then, it was time. I knew it, I saw all my family and the Order of the Phoenix rallying the troops. There was a battle ensuing at Hogwarts, and even though I was underage, I wanted to fight. I wanted to help. We all gathered, the old D.A., and Harry told us the plan. He seemed to have one more horcrux to find.

I wanted to help more than anything, but once the adults arrived, they forbade me to leave the Room of Requirement. But anyone knowing my character would not believe that(I would stay?), and they shouldn't have. As soon as I was alone, I escaped with the rest of the underage D.A. members and we joined the fight. It was difficult, curses flying everywhere, never knowing what was going to hit you or a friend. I deeply regret going out there, even though I'm glad I did, because during the battle a young man named Colin Creevey was killed.

I felt incredibly guilty, for I had led him there myself, into the middle of the battle. I still think about him sometimes. He was very brave, such a Gryffindor. Anyway, while we were in battle, I don't know what was happening with Harry. But after half an hour, Hagrid returned with...with Harry's body. You have no idea the pain my heart went though when I saw him, and the worst part was, his death was in vain, for Voldemort was still at large, still alive.

I still don't know what Harry did in his last few hours. The only people who really know are Voldemort's Death Eaters, and they're all gone or in hiding. While we were all grieving however, Neville Longbottom knew what he was doing. He destroyed the snake, the last horcrux, with the sword of Gryffindor, and then, just as swiftly, he stabbed Voldemort, and he was dead. Just like that. We couldn't believe it. But what I couldn't believe more, were the casualties we suffered. Not only Colin Creevey, but Remus Lupin and Tonks, who were new parents, my father Arthur and my brother Fred. There was a horrible gaping hole in my heart for years and years-there still is-for Fred and Dad and Harry and the sixty others we lost.

Well, there's your story, Wisty. I hope you do well on the essay.

All my love,

Aunt Ginny

I looked up, my eyes blinking away tears, realizing that as emotional as it was, it still didn't bring me any closer to finding out what Harry Potter did in his final hours, and I wasn't about to go interview a Death Eater. Luckily for me, the common room was still empty. I wondered how much trouble I was going to be in for cutting class all day. I could just say I was sick. Then I'd have to go to the infirmary, and since I'm not really sick I could get into more trouble-

"Wisteria?"

I looked up at the small dreamy voice. It was Serena Longbottom, looking down at my with her wide protuberant eyes.

"Er...Hello Serena! What are you doing here?"

"I don't have a class right now. What are you doing here?"

"I...me either. Cool, right!"

Serena nodded, looked over the top of my letter to read it.

"Could I see that?" she asked, indicating the letter. I handed it to her reluctantly and watched her as she read it, her large eyes, zipping back and forth across the page like a typewriter. After a while I expected to here a 'ding' every time she went to the next line.

"I know where they are you know," said Serena, handing me back the paper.

"You know where who are?" I inquired.

"Your parents. And Harry Potter," she said, "I know where they are."

My eyes widened and it felt like my ears did too, thirsty for information.

"You do?"

Serena nodded, pulling at a thin silver chain around her neck. At the end of the chain, was a key, just like Moaning Myrtle had said.

"They're in the Department of Mysteries."