Disclaimer: None of the characters depicted in this story belong to me. If they did, I would not be writing fanfic. Instead I would be writing the seventh addition to the Harry Potter series.

Chapter 7: Realization At St. Mungo's

Harry soon found himself walking through the front doors to St. Mungo's. He had never been more afraid in his life. Mrs. Weasley had always been a happy, upbeat person, and to see her defeated like this was bound to be hard. Time, the last couple of days, seemed to be going by faster than ever. Harry, however, was used to time moving faster when difficult task lay ahead.

"Maybe just you should go in, Potter. We don't want to overcrowd the room." McGonagall suggested when they arrived in front of her room. "I am sure she would much rather see you anyway."

Harry walked into the room very slowly. The sadness overcame him so fast he wanted to run away so he wouldn't have to come to terms with reality. He looked around the room at the tear filled faces of Hermione and all the Weasley kids. This must have been the most depressing moment in Harry's entire life. Harry made his way over to Mrs. Weasley's bedside to find a pale face staring back at him.

"I'm sorry, Ron." Harry said making his way to his best friend, not knowing what else to say.

"Thanks." Ron said trying to remain tough in front of his friend and failing.

It didn't take long for Harry to start crying himself. Mrs. Weasley was the first motherly figure Harry ever had. With Mr. Weasley dead and Mrs. Weasley slowly slipping away, he felt as if he was loosing his family all over again. Over the past six years the Weasleys were the only people who truly cared for Harry, with the exception of Sirius and Lupin.

"Has she said anything?" Harry asked fighting back tears.

"Not a word." Fred replied obviously having given up trying to fight his emotions.

"Maybe we should take a walk. I think it will do some good to get out of here. Hey maybe will find Lockhart again." Harry said forcing a smile.

"You guys go; I think me and Charlie are going to stay here." Bill replied.

"Charlie and I." Hermione corrected them trying to bring some humor to the room.

They walked out of the room and found themselves to facing the Order standing in the hallway.

"How is she?" McGonagall asked.

"Not well." Hermione said since no one else was answering.

"We're going to go take a walk." Harry said trying to get away from the tension.

"Yes, I think that would do you kids some good." McGonagall said as she and the rest of the Order entered the room.

"She's going to be all right isn't she?" Ginny asked.

"Of course she is." George said not wanting to crush any hope she might have.

"Why hello again." Said a voice, coming from a man who was stumbling down the stairs.

"Out again are we Lockhart?" Harry smiled.

"Wow, my wand really did him some damage. I thought for sure he would be out by now."

"Well how are things at Hogvarts, I mean Hogwarts?"

"Well considering that it is closed this year not too good." Ron said.

"Come on Gilderoy. I think it is time that you went back to your room." Said a voice, emerging from the staircase.

They continued to walk down the stairs, where they found Neville in the waiting room crying.

"Neville! What are you doing here?" Hermione yelled with excitement. "Oh. What's Wrong?" She said, just noticing that he was crying.

"It's my grandmother. She just past away."

"What happened?" Hermione asked.

"It was just her time I guess. The situation with my parents has been eating away at her for years. I guess she just couldn't take it anymore, but I'm not going to let that happend to me."

"What are you talking about?" Harry asked.

"Well, since I am the oldest living relative my parents have left, it is my responsibility to decide what to do with them."

"What to do with them? What does that mean?" Ginny asked.

"Well my grandmother decided to keep them alive. She seemed to think that there was a chance that they could pull through. I think if that was true it would have happened by now. It's been over thirteen years. Look at them." He said making his way to the window and looking in on his parents. "That's no way to live. They're being kept alive by potion. I'm not old enough to remember my parents, but I know they wouldn't want to live like this."

"So you're going to have them stop giving them the potion?" Ron asked.

"Yea, I think it is the best thing to do. Why are you guys here?"

"Ummm." Hermione said suddenly feeling awkward.

"Death eaters attacked my house." Ron said.

"Oh no! Is everyone alright?"

"No." Ron said his tears building back up. "Narcissa killed my dad and my mum is very sick. That's why were here. They don't think she is going to make it."

"Oh. I'm so sorry. Is the Order doing anything to retaliate."

"No. We have way too much to deal with right now." Harry said,

"We? You guys are in the Order?"

"Well, I got them to let me in, but if they think I'm leaving my friends behind they've got another thing coming."

"Well they're not stopping me either. If there is anything I can do for my parents it's avenge their death, and no one is going to stop me from doing that. I will me you at Grimmauld Place in a couple of days. I want to give my family a proper burial first."

"I guess we should head back. I'm sure McGonagall wants us to get some rest before we head to Godric's Hollow." Harry suggested. "Bye Neville."

"Godric's Hollow? What do you expect to find there?" Ron asked.

Harry explained everything on the way back to the room. He had just finished telling them about Aberforth's appearance at the Order meeting when they arrived at Mrs. Weasley's room. Just as they were about to enter several doctors and nurses rushed into the room.

"What's wrong? What's happened?" Ron demanded, a look of fear washing over his face.

The doctors began giving her potions and performing spells on her, but they were obviously not getting the result they were hoping for.

"WHAT IS GOING ON?!" Ron screamed impatiently.

"We've lost her." A doctor said. "I'm sorry."

Every jaw in the room dropped. The death eaters had now killed two of the best people in the magical world in less than two days. Realization was starting to sink in, the war had begun…

A/N: Sorry for the sad chapter. Just endure one more for me and then we will have a happy one, I promise.