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A.N: Oh this is how kind I am. I decided to treat you all with another chapter, mainly because I was casually writing the next chapter when the story began to flow really well. So I continued, and continued and continued until I got to the part where I thought it would be good to stop. This chapter is by far the longest of them all, it is, in my view the best one yet and I'm super happy to present it to you, as a late Easter gift. Okay so I really really want reviewsfor this one. Okay? Oh and thanks so much for your reviews so far. Have a doughnut:)

Answers and Disasters

The room was silent but for Hermione's desperate sobbing and sniffing. Tonks and Lupin were exchanging worried looks, Kingsley Shaklebolt and Moody were both staring into space deep in thought. Professor McGonagol was looking severely at Harry, but he could see a mixture of grief and disbelief in her eyes. Harry sighed as he pulled out a dark chair from underneath the table and sat down. Everyone looked at him. He knew this meeting was going to last a long time and there was much to talk about. Suddenly Moody spoke.

"What is the evidence?" he growled. Harry looked up at him and then looked at Hermione, how was blowing her nose. She looked up at Harry with wide red eyes and perked up.

"That's just it," she said through the tissue which she still held up to her nose. Moody looked at her.

"There isn't any," she continued. Harry shook his head.

"No, there is some evidence," he said in a low voice. The Order members looked at him.

"Ginny's eyes," he said simply. There was a moment of thoughtful silence and then Professor McGonagol, Lupin and Tonks all suddenly broke out in "Oooh!"

Harry sighed. He noticed Kingsley and Alastor's confused faces and knew that he needed to explain.

"Ginny's eyes are naturally brown. I only noticed recently that her eyes have been blue." The room groaned.

"Oh it's definitely the curse then." Kingsley said in a low voice, Moody nodded.

"But what about this idea that Ron is someone else using the polyjuice potion?" Lupin asked. Harry looked at him as he rested his forearms on the wooden table.

"Well Hermione and I know it isn't one of us, and Ron has been acting differently. It is just a theory, but if I was a death eater I would choose someone who will be with Ginny all the time," Harry replied. The other Order members didn't appear to be convinced.

"Alright, we can fully believe that Ginny is under a spell, but we must not jump to conclusions and accuse Ronald in this affair. What we need to do is get Ginny to a safe place, alone, and then ask her what she knows. We will treat everyone we talk to with care and make sure not to talk about our thoughts and plans outside this house." Professor McGonagol said. Harry nodded.

"I will take Ginny to my office in the Ministry of Magic. It is under a high security and I will be able to talk to her alone." Harry said firmly.

Everyone nodded to show they understood and began to stand.

"Alright, we'll meet again two nights from now, same time." Harry continued.

Moody and Kingsley Shaklebolt showed they had heard and left the kitchen door. Tonks and Lupin smiled at Harry as they passed him and left and Professor McGonagol nodded to him as she followed.

Soon the room was empty apart from Hermione himself. Harry had not stood and looked up at Hermione who had walked one of the dark windows. She held her arms and bit her lip. Harry stood and walked over to her, for a moment, she looked just the way she did on their first year of Hogwarts and she overheard Ron telling Harry that no one liked her.

"You alright Hermione?" Harry asked as he walked to her side. Hermione nodded as she continued to stare at the mangled trees in the garden of 12 Grimmauld place. Harry placed a hand on her shoulder and she slowly turned to look at him, tears brimming her eyes.

"I just don't know what to think." She said her voice emotional and weak. She looked down at the diamond ring on her left hand. Harry looked down too, the ring was not as extravagant as the one he had given to Ginny, the diamond was also much smaller, but it's simple beauty looked glorious in the dim kitchen.

Harry remembered Ron telling him that he sold Pig, his owl and his Cleensweep broom to pay for that ring. That showed true love and devotion. Hermione was absolutely thrilled with her ring and had told Ron that dispite Ginny's ring being more expensive she much preferred hers because it was much more practical and no one needed a large engagement ring.

Harry sighed at the thought and gave Hermione a hug. She began to cry again, her body shaking against his chest. Harry understood her pain, her confusion and worry, he knew that she was upset that she didn't know who, or where Ron was anymore and that there may be a possibility that he has been killed.

There's also the horrible thought that maybe it wasn't Ron who proposed, maybe Ron didn't love her. But Harry shook that thought away, he could see that Ron had always liked Hermione, even as far back as their second year at Hogwarts. No, Ron definitely loved Hermione.

The two broke apart and Harry wiped her wet eyes.

"Be strong," he said softly. Hermione nodded.

"I believe that it was Ron who proposed to you, and I know that he loves you." Harry said firmly. Hermione stared at him with wide eyes, she looked both sad and relieved.

"O- okay," she replied weakly.

"What about you Harry? How are you?" she asked. Harry sighed.

"I daren't think about it Hermione, otherwise my heart will slowly tear itself apart. The thought that everything that happened between me and Ginny…every word….every action…was not done by her will….makes me feel…..I don't know a strong enough word to describe it….sick and guilty, deceived and betrayed. I can't- can't think about it." Harry felt as stab at his heart with every word he said.

He swallowed against the lump in his throat as tears sat threateningly in his eyes. Hermione nodded and sniffed, she stood there looking helpless and foolish. The two of them remained silent for a moment, each person deep in thought, until Hermione spoke.

"We should get back to the Burrow, our fiancés are waiting for us." Harry nodded and the two made for the kitchen door.

The sky was dark when Hermione and Harry apparated to the Burrow and walked along the path towards the house, Harry looked at the ground as he walked, thinking about how he was going to act normal toward Ginny, when suddenly Hermione screamed and grabbed his arm to stop him from walking.

Harry jumped, grabbed his wand and looked up. His stomach tightened and his heart raced.

"No," Harry moaned. "No, no, no, no, no," he continued as he and Hermione stared above the roof of the Burrow. There floated the deadly scull, with a snake sliding out of the mouth. It was the death mark. Above the Weasley's house. Harry sent Ron and Ginny to the Burrow.

Panic and anger soared through Harry's whole being, he and Hermione began to run towards the door, desperate to see what had happened and at the same time, wanting to stay as far away from the house as possible.

Terrified at what he might see Harry wrenched the kitchen door open and entered the house, Hermione at his heels.

The air was cold and the kitchen was empty and dark. Hermione stopped Harry from running towards the living room and looked at him white faced but determined.

"The death eaters are gone Harry, we can take out time. Please can we stay together and take our time in looking for them. I' m not sure If I'm ready for what I'm going to see." She said quietly. Harry swallowed and nodded to Hermione. He took her hand and squeezed it as the two of them walked slowly to the living room.

The room was abandoned and there was no sign of a struggle. They decided to try upstairs. The first floor was Fred and George's room, the door creaked open shivers ran down Harry's spine. He poked his head inside and groaned. Hermione jumped and squeezed tightly on his hand as she began to cry.

"Please don't tell me anyone's in there." She pleaded. The twins' room was littered with papers and normal junk which often occupied their room, but there also lay Fred and George, their faces both wearing the same shocked expression and their wands held loosely in their cold hands. Hermione stood by Harry's side and furious tears fell down her cheeks. Her breathing became unsteady and she clutched onto Harry's arm. Feeling cold and numb, Harry held Hermione close to him and muttered.

"We need to find out if there is anyone else." His voice was cracked and his strength failed him. The two turned their backs on the twins and left the room. They opened Percy's door, quite sure he wouldn't be there as he hadn't stayed at the Weasley's house for many years. Harry was glad to see that his room was indeed abandoned and at least one of the Weasleys had survived.

Harry and Hermione climbed the next group of stairs and reached Bill and Charlie's old room, that was empty too. Alright, thought Harry, three of the Weasley's were alive. They turned and opened the door to Mr and Mrs Weasley's room. Harry hesitated at the door, he knew they must be in there, for it was late at night and all of the Weasleys would be in bed, but he didn't want to invade their privacy.

Hermione sniffed and nudged his arm, so he pushed open the door. It opened silently and darkness invited the two. They entered the room and lit a candle. The light of the flame danced across the pale faces of Mr and Mrs Weasley who were both led in bed, face upwards and had their eyes closed. Their facial expressions were peaceful and it looked like they were just asleep. Hermione rushed over to them and felt for a pulse. She flicked her wand and tried several spells but none of them made the sleeping couple wake. She closed her eyes as more tears fell down her cheeks. Harry bowed his head, he still felt numb and cold. Perhaps he was in shock, he wondered.

After a few moments Harry and Hermione made their way out of the bedroom and found themselves standing outside Ginny's bedroom door. Harry's hand froze as he reached for the handle. Even if Ginny's feelings for him were not real, his feelings for her were very real. He still loved Ginny, more than anything in the world. Now, was he to open the door and look upon the face of yet another person he loved who had been killed by the very Wizard who ruined his life? Harry didn't think he had the mental strength to do it. No, he couldn't do it. Harry let his hand fall and turned to Hermione.

"I can't do it." He said croakily. Emotion began to overwhelm him, and he felt the beginnings of many years of pain. A new cut opened in his heart and tears drenched his eyes. Hermione nodded.

"I'll go," she whispered. Harry stepped back a few spaces and Hermione opened the door and disappeared behind it. Harry waited. Not daring to breathe. He listened for Hermione to cry, move or say something, but he heard nothing. It felt like all his senses became blunt.

After a few minutes Hermione came out of the room and looked at Harry with devastated eyes.

"She's in there." She said. Those three words tore apart Harry's whole being. A overwhelmingly powerful emotion slashed at him and he mentally stumbled. All of his senses came back and were working better than ever, a high pitched squealing rang in his ears, the colours of the walls of the small landing were too bright and painful for him to look at, his hairs stood on end and he felt pins and needles all over his body.

"Are you sure?" Was all Harry could stutter. Hermione nodded and gave Harry a letter.

"She knew he was coming," she said weakly. Harry took the folded piece of parchment with shaky hands. The parchment stung against his skin. Harry stared at his name, written in Ginny's handwriting. He remembered all of the love letters they used to send to each other. They sweet words and promises Ginny used to make. Now he was holding a dead lovers letter. A final word. He looked up at Hermione who had her face in her hands. She sighed and took her hands away to look at Harry.

"Read it Harry," she said, "Please read it aloud." Harry stared down at the parchment, and slowly unfolded it.

He read: "Dear Harry,

I write this letter to you as a warning and as a confession. This is the only way I can warn you and tell you what has been and is going on. Harry, if you have not figured it out already, I have been put under a spell. Someone has been using the imperious curse on me forcing me to give information about you to you-know-who. I am both hurt and ashamed by my actions. But please believe me when I tell you that I did not intentionally do it. For the passed four years, there have been times when I found myself doing things I should be. It started small, like me writing down in my diary all of the secrets about you. I just had a strong thought that I should do that. Then I had a strong thought that I should break up with Dean so long ago, do you remember? Then I fell in love with you again. Harry I do love you. All of the good times we have had together and everything about you and me is legitimate. My feelings are not pretend. After you-know-who took me to the chamber of secrets during our wedding, I spoke to Malfoy. He wants me to marry him, and Voldemort wants you. So he used me, to tell him all about everyone you love and what is most important to you. Harry I am so sorry I did it, I have betrayed you. I spat on Voldemort and told him that I would never tell him, then I suddenly had the strong feeling to tell him everything. It was then that I realised that someone was putting me under the imperious curse. I was right, it was at that moment when someone suddenly appeared out of thin air. Then I noticed the man was holding an invisibility cloak in his hands. The man was Peter Pettigrew Harry. It was Wormtail! He was the one who had been bewitching me all this time. We wondered where he had escaped all these years, he was following me! Voldemort wanted information from me and then said that he would leave me in the chamber to die, or for you to save me. He said he will need me in the future to finish his evil plan. Harry, I'm afraid. I don't have you're strength, not anymore. The long exposure of the curse has weakened me. I can not fight anything anymore. At least I thought I couldn't. Until Voldemort told me that he was planning on killing everyone you love and punishing you for ruining his life. I knew I must do something, so I used the new information I had. The body you see in my room, is not me.- WHAT?"

Harry stopped reading and looked up at Hermione who looked back with shocked eyes.

"But she's there," she insisted. Harry hurried into Ginny's room, there lay Ginny's body on the bed, cold and dead. Harry glanced back at Hermione and fumbled with the letter in his hands to read the rest. Hermione looked down at the letter too.

"- I know it's hard to believe, but trust me, It's not me. Wormtail made the biggest mistake by showing himself to me. I knew he was there, and I cast a spell to make him appear. Then I bound him and used the polyjuice potion I had been made to create for Voldemort months ago. You see Harry, Voldemort has taken Ron, he has been taking the polyjuice potion for the passed two days. I think Ron is alive, but I don't know where. Anyway, I took this polyjuice recipe and inserted one of my hairs and forced Wormtail to drink the potion. So the body you see in front of you right now, is in fact Wormtail, and thank merlin that he's dead too. I will be free. Where am I now? I am at 12 Grimmauld Place, waiting for you to come so that we can plan a way to save Ron and kill Voldemort. The biggest regret I have right now, is that there was no way for me to save my family. The curse forbid it, and yet Wormtail did not forbid me to write this letter, simply because he thinks I am writing more of your secrets. I have nothing else to explain, now I must carry out my plan and get to 12 Grimmauld place.

Forever yours,

Ginny."

Harry and Hermione looked at each other in shock as they both tried to take in what was happening. Suddenly there was a sharp hiss and a bubbling noise, they looked at Ginny's body to see it changing.

"Look, the hour must be up," Hermione said, Harry watched Ginny's face morph into that of Peter Pettigrew's. Happiness and anger filled Harry's heart. Ginny was not dead, but he was looking face to face with the man who had been enslaving Ginny all these years and Harry never knew.

Hermione nudged Harry's arm again.

"Never mind Wormtail, we need to get to 12 Grimmauld place and talk to Ginny. Harry we need to find Ron!" She said quickly.

Not sure what to think and feeling rather numb again, Harry nodded and the two of them apparated instantly.

A.N lol Dramatic or what eh? lol Well I told you its long chapter. I hope you enjoyed it! Let me know what you thought. :)

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