"What do you mean?" asked Hermione worriedly.

"We have to get ready now," said Harry. He stood up out of his bed, retrieved his wand, and walked to the door.

"How do you know that 'they' are coming?" said Ron.

"I know," answered Harry. "I know it. I saw his vision. I was nearing the Burrow."

"Are you sure —"

"Yes, I'm sure!" Harry roared back at them.

Before Harry could open the door, it opened from the other side, and Percy walked in, his eyes gleaming red.

"Percy!" shouted a frightened Ron.

"You silly little fool," said a harsh, dark tone, that was not of Percy's. "Yes, I may be your brother, and I can't believe you are, but I am now a Death Eater. That's right, a Death Eater. I'm following the dark lord, Voldemort. I am here to kill each and every one of you, which I shall be successful. It took me forever to stay the nice and calm little Percy my mother knows —"

"Stupefy!" Harry suddenly yelled, with his wand pointing towards Percy. Percy landed on his back in the middle of the hallway, his head banging the wall severely.

"What's all the ruckus about?" The three could hear Mrs. Weasley coming down the hallway. She came around the corner, and stopped dead in her tracks. "Percy!" She began running towards Percy, but Harry stopped her.

"No, Mrs. Weasley, no!" Harry warned.

"What happened to my son?"

"He's had the Inefri curse set on him! He thinks he's a Death Eater!"

"Oh my! Is he dead?"

"No, he's just stunned, but we have to make sure he doesn't kill anyone in the house."

"Mum," winced Ron, "I'm scared."

"You need to be mature during a situation like this," criticized Hermione. Ron glared back in response.

"Kids," Mrs. Weasley said worriedly, "get your things. We have to leave the house no matter what!"

Harry walked across the room hurriedly, picked up his suitcase, and Hedwig, and walked out of the room, down the stairs, following Mrs. Weasley, Ron, and Hermione, and outside to the dark night.

In the distance, a sudden bright blue light appeared, then vanished, revealing Mr. Weasley, with Fred, George, and Ginny. The four walked up to the other four.

Mr. Weasley looked concerned. "Why are we all outside?"

Mrs. Weasley explained the terrible situation to the four while Hermione, Ron, and Harry were discussing other things.

"I don't think we'll make it to Hogwarts this year," said Ron.

"Oh, don't be such a pushover," retorted Hermione.

"You're such a critic."

"Joker."

"Bookworm."

"Wannabe."

"Overachiever."

"Merlin's shining panties! Just forget about it!"

"Guys, guys," came in Harry. "I don't think we should even go to Hogwarts this year."

"Blimey, Harry," said Ron.

"Why do you think that?" asked Hermione.

"Well, for one thing," said Harry, "I think it wouldn't be safe at all, since Dumbledore's charm left the building. And another thing, Rufus Scrimgeour is headmaster instead of McGonnagal now, and I think Hogwarts may just about close down."

"Scrimgeour isn't that bad," said Ron. "I'd feel more comfortable with him as headmaster than McGonnagal."

"But he's the minister. Shouldn't he just spend more time trying to protect the whole wizarding world instead of just Hogwarts."

Ron looked puzzled, and said nothing.

"McGonnagal has almost the same amount of power as Dumbledore," said Hermione. "I'm sure she came up with a curse to block out Death Eaters from Hogwarts."

A sudden bang was heard from the Burrow's front door, and out came Percy, with bright red eyes staring them down.

Mr. Weasley stood in front of everyone. "Get back, stay behind me," he warned them.

Harry quickly found his invisibility cloak, and covered it around him.

"Where is the Potter boy?" asked Percy in his dark voice.

Mr. Weasley looked around, and somehow knew that he was under the cloak. "He...he's not hear!"

"Liar!" croaked back Percy.

Everybody stayed silent except for Mr. Weasley. "Percy," he said comfortingly, "Percy, it's me, your father. The one who gave you flesh and bones." Harry knew Mr. Weasley was trying to get the Inferius curse off Percy.

"You're a lousy little man, you are."

"Percy, look at me, just look —"

"No! You look at me, look at the dark lord, look at death. Say your last prayers, father!"

Mr. Weasley quickly grabbed his wand out and had it ready. "Please, Percy...don't..."

"Avada Kedavra!"

Mr. Weasley quickly tried to block the spell, but was unfortunately too late. He flew backwards, his eyes closed. He took one last breath of air, and died.

"DAD!" screamed Ron, beginning to cry.

"AUTHUR!" moaned Mrs. Weasley. "OH, AUTHUR, AUTHUR, AUTHUR! SAY YOU'RE NOT DEAD, SAY IT ISN'T SO!"

"Now, I shall kill each and every one of you," reported the evil Percy.

Harry leaned in and muttered to Hermione. "Do it. Now."

"Sectumsempra!" screamed Hermione, her wand pointing to Percy. Percy was being cut everywhere in his body; severe cuts, almost bleeding to death.

Mrs. Weasley seemed terribly depressed. "IS HE DYING, TOO?"

"No, Mrs. Weasley," said Harry.

"When his Inferius curse is caught off of him, a healing spell will bring him back to life," explained Hermione.

"MY HUSBAND!" Mrs. Weasley wailed on, along with Ron, Fred, George, and Ginny.

Harry saw Ginny's face filled with tears, her mascara flourishing underneath her eyes. He decided to give her some satisfaction, knelt towards her, and embraced her, both of them watching the dead Mr. Weasley.

Several hours passed through the night, and before dawn, the moaning seemed to end, with Mr. Weasley's body still lying there on the ground.

"Are the rest of the Order coming?" Mrs. Weasley asked Fred and George, with tears still in her eyes.

"Yes," answered Fred. "They're at the Leaky Cauldron, if you'd like to send them a message..."

Mrs. Weasley sent a Patronus off to the rest of the Order.

Harry and Hermione tried everything to get Ron to leave his dad's side for a while, but he stayed there, on the ground, close to his father. It seemed like nothing would pull the two apart, nothing at all. The now-dead Percy lay near the front of the Burrow, blood splattered everywhere across the dirt.

Looking at the sight of Ron near his dad reminded Harry of his own father. Ron had the chance of having a father long enough to remember him, but Harry had troubles remembering his own. A thought came to Harry that Ron maybe took his father for granted, and now, it was too late, but he pushed that thought to the back of his head, and began thinking if he would return to Hogwarts for his seventh and final year, or try to destroy the final Horcruxes like Dumbledore asked him to.

Ginny walked up to Harry, with a guilty look on her face.

"What's wrong?" asked Harry silently.

Ginny sniffed once, and then said, "I had all that time to spend with my father, all of it, and I abandoned it. I did not spend any personal time with him at all, and now, he's gone. Gone forever. Gone out of this world. I've learned my lesson, I think. I'll spend more time with my mum before it's to late."

Tears began streaming down her face, and Harry hugged her; hugged her like he never had before. He thought this hug could tell Ginny more than words explained, and he knew Ginny felt that, too. Harry somewhat knew the pain Ginny had felt, and then began thinking about Dumbledore's task. If he failed, and Voldemort murdered him, would Ginny be just as depressed? It seemed as if him and Ginny were as close as a married couple, such as Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were. The hug ended several minutes later.

"Well," said Mrs. Weasley, "we should get going."

The seven of them all were held together, about to Apparate to the Leaky Cauldron.

Before the suffocating action, Harry thought on what his future may be. Is it just possibly death? All of the craziness happening in the wizarding world in the past six years had happened because of him, because of Harry. Harry killing the weak Voldemort, Harry killing the diary known to Voldemort as a Horcrux, Harry defeating Voldemort for a minor time in the graveyard, and nobody believe him then. Then, the Ministry finally noticed Voldemort, and the darkness set in. Voldemort ascended just as he did seventeen years ago.

Then, Harry was sent through a sudden blue, twisting atmosphere, the minor pain and suffocation, and all seven arrived in front of the Leaky Cauldron.