Chapter Four

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"Oh my god! Harry! Whats happened to her?!" Hermione shrieked, gently moving Molly Weasley's blood soaked body.

"Death Eaters. Oh merlin. I knew it wouldn't be long before something like this happened. There trying to get to me Hermione!" Harry said, panicking. He knelt beside the body and studied her face.

"Is she…?" Hermione asked him, trailing off.

Harry ducked his head and wiped a sleeve across his eye. He didn't say anything but Hermione knew. She started to sob lightly and put her arm round Harry's back.

"It-It's my fault…!" Harry whimpered, in between tears.

"Harry!" Hermione shouted "Don't you ever think that, this is…It's not your fault Harry! Please, don't ever think that."

"Oh god. Ron's gonna be…"

"Crushed..." Hermione said, finishing his sentence. "Where's Arthur? Do you think he's in the house? Oh god…Harry, what if…"

"Hermione, don't say it. Don't even think it. He'll be fine; he may have fled the house. Let's go and check the rest of the house." Harry said, putting on a brave face.

They got up and gave one last look at Molly and left the room. They crept up the stairs slowly.

"Harry!" Hermione whispered, gesturing to her awaiting wand "Get your wand out, incase…"

Harry reached in his pocket and brought out his wand. His hand was trembling with fear as he opened the door into Ron's bedroom.

"Oh!" Hermione gasped as she saw the mess. The posters had been ripped off the walls; the wardrobe had been emptied onto the floor. The pillows and covers and been tossed off the bed and the bed side table knocked over. Piles of books lay scattered across the wooden boards. Sheets of paper had been chucked around the room in a fury and the light had been smashed on the floor.

"Be careful…" Harry said, as he tiptoed into the room. "There's glass on the floor."

Hermione followed him into the room and glanced around. The curtains were blowing in the breeze as the window had been forced open. Harry looked out of the window and down to the ground.

"Look, Mione. Someone has jumped out of this window to get away. See the foot prints on the gravel down there?"

"Oh yeah! Maybe it was Arthur, trying to get away…" Hermione said as she came to join him.

"It looks as though the Death Eaters searched Ron's room, it's such a mess." Harry said, looking around.

Hermione nodded and carefully left the room. Once in the hallway she entered the Weasley parent's bedroom. It seemed fairly normal; the only exception to its normality was a wooden box on the bed which was open revealing many golden necklaces and rings.

"It looks like Molly's jewellery box. I wonder why she wanted to find jewellery if there were death eaters in the house?!" Hermione said.

"Unless she was looking for something special, something sentimental that she didn't want them to take…" Harry said sadly.

They checked the other rooms and found nothing particularly important, so they returned to the kitchen. Hermione sat down on the one of the dining room chairs with her hand on her head.

"Harry? What do we do with Molly…?" She said quietly.

"Well, we can't take her with us, can we." He said, trying not to cry.

"Well no, but we can't just leave her here. We should do something, don't you think?" She said to him, looking into his eyes.

"Well, I suppose we could…bury her? Here, in The Burrow."

"I think that would be best, then she will always be here. Come on." Hermione said, getting up.

Once they were out in the big, green garden of the burrow, Harry had already collected some spades that Arthur had purely because of his fascination with muggle tools.

"Harry, we could do this a lot quicker with a spell. I know one that would-"Hermione said, reaching for her wand.

"No. I want to do this without magic. Using a spell just seems to…simple. Like we don't care." Harry said, with a tear in his eye.

"Oh ok." Hermione replied, solemnly.

Harry finished off Molly's place of rest by laying a pink flower on the upturned soil. He and Hermione gazed at it for a while, trying to take it in. It still did not quite seem real to Harry. Molly had been there for him ever since his first year.

"I just want to say a couple of things, before we leave Hermione. Ok?" Harry said softly.

"Of course Harry."

"I'm going to miss you so much Molly Weasley. You've been just like a mum to me and you were an amazing mother to your children and an incredible husband and I know you're going to be missed so much. You've really made an impact to my life and you've made me realise that even though there is so much evil out there, there's people like you who spend every minute of their lives trying to balance it out. I just wish…I …I just wish your children and husband could be here to see you off. I love you, thank you for everything you've done for me for the last six years of my life. I'll miss you."

Harry started to cry and looked at Hermione who was also sobbing.

"Good bye Molly. I wish I didn't have to say goodbye to you now, but I just want to say that I will never ever forget what you have done for me for the past six years. You've been a second mother to me and I'm eternally grateful. I hope you rest peacefully and watch over us in this desperate time. I love you." And with that Hermione burst into fresh floods of tears and wept into Harry's awaiting arms.

"Come on Mione. Time to disaparate. We need to find Ron." Harry said, after the two had come inside and their tears had dried.

"Yes. Where are we going to go Harry? He could be anywhere…"

"I think we should try Hogsmead. And we could always go to Hogwarts…" Harry said.

"Hogwarts? Why would he be there?!" Hermione said, playing with a lock of her curly brown hair.

"Well, he's not here. And if he's not wandering around Hogsmead. Then he may have gone to Hogwarts to be with Fred and George! Now come on, the sooner we get there the better. I just want to get away from here now."

Hermione nodded and grabbed his hand. Once more they closed their eyes and when they opened them they found themselves in the town centre of Hogsmead.

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"Shit, I need to go." Ron said, getting out of the bed and putting on his underwear which had been thrown across the room in a whirlwind of passion.

"Why so soon baby?" Lavender Brown asked him, fluttering her thickly coated eyelashes and putting her pearly pink lips.

"Look, I just need to go Ok?" Ron said, hurriedly. He needed to find Hermione and tell her. He knew now what he wanted. He wanted to be with her, so badly that his heart started to beat faster at the thought of holding her in his arms.

Once he was fully clothed, he gave one last look to the curvy, blonde girl in the bed. The woman he had slept with. He felt even angrier at himself as he thought about what he had done. He closed his eyes and disaparated, leaving Lavender angrily calling his name in desperation.

He opened his eyes and felt a familiar gust of breeze run through his scarlet hair, all around him was a heavenly green. It was a relief to be out in the open, with the fresh aroma of nature after being cooped up in that hotel room with the extremely overpowering smell of women's perfume. He walked slowly through the tree's, heading for the clearing where the tent was pitched. As he came through closer to the clearing, he was shocked. The tent was gone!

"Harry!! Hermione?!" He shouted out stupidly, even though h e knew they would be long gone by now. He didn't know what to do, he had no where to go. He had been an idiot and messed everything up for himself. A tear rolled down his face as he thought about his best friends whom he may never see again. He'd thrown away every thing they had been through in just a few minutes if anger. He walked over to a nearby tear and punched with all his might. He looked at his fist, it was covered in blood but he had no desire to stop. He punched the tree again, causing pain to ripple down his spine. He pulled away in disgust at himself, tears streamed down his face.

He stepped back and took a deep breath. The next thing he felt was a shock to him, he felt something sharp hit him round the head. He fell to the ground in a daze, his eyes felt as though they were rolling to the back of his head. The last thing he saw before his vision faded was a long black cape and a mask. Death eaters! He thought, panicking. He could feel someone grabbing his body roughly and then he blacked out.

Oooo:P yep, im gonna be mean again people;) Sorry about that. WOah, this chapter was really quite morbid and depressing. Sorry about that:O Anyway, enjoy. The next chapter shall be up in a couple of days. I need to finish off my other story though:D byee, xxx