A/N: Hey guys. Sorry it has been ages since my last post, am busy at the moment with my exams comming up, hopefully soon I will posting more at a steady rate. Hope you are liking my story. Please read and Review! Thank you

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He was running, running from the abnormally large flames, turning everything around them into soot, the Diadem being caught on his wrist as he swoops down on broom knowing he has seconds to get out of the room…… he could hear her screams penetrating through his heart as the curse was aimed at her again and again…….the sward at the bottom of the lake……the multiplying treasures and the hiss of the objects burning their skin… escaping Yaxley on the doorstep of Grimmauld Place……Kreacher's rocking and sobs as he told them Regulus Black's story…… Ron leaving…… The Locket……Nagini coming out of the nape of Bathilda's neck……The white cold hand reaching across Dumbledore's body gasping the Elder wand……The cup……Dobby's blank eyes staring up at him, his last words "Harry … Potter"

"Harry, come on Harry wake up" he was gently shook until he managed to prize his eye open, he saw Charlie move over from his bed, to wake Ron and Hermione.

"What time is it?" his voice horse from the lack of use.

"Around nine, we would have left you asleep for longer but mum was getting worried, more likely desperate to see you and fuss. We will be in the common room" by this point Charlie was already standing in the open doorway. "Ill leave you to it, don't take too long" and with that he was closing the door.

Harry, Ron and Hermione all looked at each other, Hermione slightly blushing remembering she didn't get back to her bed last night.

"We should get showered, who wants to go first?" secretly hoping that both Ron and Hermione were too tired to move, meaning that he could shower first, Hermione got up with a slight mischievous glint in her eye.

"Shotgun" she shouted as she ran towards the bathroom, grabbing her beaded bag as went, closely followed by both boys.

"Every bloody time" Ron muttered as he made his way back to bed.

When Hermione was done, Ron went in next, finally followed by Harry. When all three were washed and dressed, the process taking longer than usual, with each of them enjoying having the hot water from a decent shower, they descended the staircase, Harry in lead, Ron and Hermione hand in hand following closely behind. The first thing that met them was Mrs Weasley pulling them all into one of her rib crushing hugs, sobbing uncontrollably.

"MUM, I don't think they can breathe"

"Oh so sorry dears" she said pulling away. Moving over to join her husband leaving the path clear for sofa they fell asleep on the previous night. Taking a seat, every eye of the Weasley family, except from George who was staring blankly out of the window, was placed upon Harry, Ron and Hermione.

"Now would you three like to tell us what you have been doing for the past ten months"