It was the summer holidays for the children. Harry Ron and Hermione's 6th year at Hogwarts of Witchcraft and Wizardry would begin on September 1st. The sun was beginning to rise, Molly waited for the first sign that her other children were starting to wake, she then instructed her husband to wait here in the room with Hermione in case she woke up, and under no circumstances was he allowed to let any of the children to see Hermione like this, maybe after a proper shower. She could hear footsteps above her that meant that Fred and George are awake, she got up went to Hermione and kissed her gently on the forehead and went to the kitchen to talk to her family and make breakfast.
"Ron is going to take it the hardest, especially not knowing what happened. I will have to put a locking charm on the door. How do I tell him?" She asked her self as she wiped the remaining tears from her face before stepping into the kitchen. Fred and George were the first up that morning and when Molly Weasley looked up at her two handsome sons she smiled as brightly as she could, those two boys are geniuses they knew something was wrong just from her smile. "Mum?" inquired Fred, "How was your sleep?" Finished George with a tone of concern in his voice. "Fine fine thank you George… actually George… Fred… why don't you go wake up your brothers and sister, I need to talk with the whole family… please?" Molly could not look at her sons, her voice was beginning to crack and growing faulty, with every word. "Mum is everything all right?" Fred put a steady hand on his mother's shoulder. "Yes dear thank you." Fred and George each bent down and kissed their mother on her cheek, causing Mrs. Weasley to smile a real smile. "Now leave your father alone and get the others up as quick as you can please?"
This summer was turning out to be a blessed summer her three eldest boys, Bill, Charlie and Percy all took it off to come home and spend it here. Harry is to come to the Burrow in 3 weeks and Hermione was supposed to arrive in two weeks, her visit has come early. She used her wand to send the eggs and bacon sailing across the kitchen and into pans, as she cooked breakfast for her children she stood staring outside at the quidditch pitch and saw Hermione's wand still laying on the ground she sent for it and her wand came zooming into the kitchen window, landing in Molly's right hand then put it into her apron. She revisited happier times on that field, Fred and George's first ever quidditch match and having to mend Bill's broken nose cause the blundger that Fred hit broke it, Ron's first time ever to fly. Last summer when Harry and the rest of the children played together while Hermione stayed under the safety of the willow tree reading and cheering between chapters. As tears began to form behind her eyes she heard footsteps coming down the stairs, it was her oldest boy Bill, a Gringotts curse-breaker. He came into view his long hair Thrown sloppily into a ponytail his eyes still not adjusted to the lighting, squinting he found his mothers cheek and kissed it before coming to sit down, "What's going on Mum?" he asked still half asleep. She didn't have time to respond before Ginny came in surprisingly chipper for it being 8:30 am on a Saturday in the summer, came in gave her mother and brother a kiss and sat down to some pumpkin juice. Charlie and Percy came in next then Fred and George practically carrying Ron into the kitchen, "I'm telling you Ron I'm not making it up mum really does wanna talk to us. Please little brother wake up! You are getting too heavy." George begged Ron as they waked to the kitchen, when they had entered the kitchen and the smell of sausages cooking woke him up some but the sight around the table was what got him awake, all of his siblings still in their night things and halfway asleep then Ron knew that Fred and George were telling the truth. None of the children were deeply concerned about what their mother had to say, they all mostly thought that on impulse their parents wanted to go the beach or France. That was until everyone was sat down and had taken a few bites off their breakfast, Mrs. Weasley's eyes had to began to form new tears, and Charlie who was sitting next to her noticed her hand shaking when she reached for the chilled pumpkin juice. "Mum are you all right?" He put his hand on top of her, his hand engulfing hers, she smiled weakly at her boy and shook her head in the slightest, this got the attention of the remaining six at the table. All eyes turned to her but all she could do was stare at her plate to keep herself under control. Their mother took a few calming breaths, and contemplated on how to tell her family the news about Hermione.
"I don't really know how to say any of this. All I can do is tell you that first things first, your father and I's room is off limits for a while. Hermione arrived early this morning." Her shoulders began to shake uncontrollably, and her voice had become low. "Your father and I found her in the middle of the quidditch pitch, she was awake but when we got to her she was unconscious we do not know what happened, before you ask. She is badly hurt, I think when she wakes up your father and I need to be alone with her for a while so I am going to give to children so money and I need you to go to the beach or wherever you please. I hate to ask this of you, I know you all love her and are concerned but she needs some privacy right now until we figure out what is wrong. I will send an owl when you can return." At that, she broke down and all of the children besides Ron consented to the plan, but Ron was more upset by this news than the others were, he wanted to stay, no, he needed to stay. After some discussion and an hour of packing, Ron was dragged out of the house by Charlie and Bill Weasley, his two oldest brothers. It was decided the Weasley children would spend their time at the beach in Australia where Hermione always wanted to go, while there they would find where all of the things Hermione would like to do while they were there so that one day she could join them here and know they were thinking of her. Ron had barley spoken a word in the four hours that they had been there but everyone knew what he was thinking as they found each library, museum and trinket shop they passed: Hermione. What was wrong? What had happened? Why was mum crying so hard? Everyone had been thinking that, not just Ron.
