A/N: Hey guys! If you're still out there. Here's the thing, I'm a college student .I update when I can; that could be months, days, or three in a week. I'm sorry about that, but I promise that it'll be worth it! Please review if you like what you read!

Chapter 5

Harry discreetly motioned for the pair to follow him quickly. They exchanged a brief glance before following closely behind him. There was barely any room for privacy as the house was filled with visitors, but this was not something that should be discussed in front of others. They gingerly stepped around others with one shout of "EH! You stepped on my toe!" from an older gentleman at Ron.

"Sorry." He mumbled, blushing. Hermione grabbed his hand and pulled it behind her as she continued to walk. He kept mouthing "sorry." Until he was out of eye sight. "Can't even not be a klutz in my own home." He murmured sadly. At last Harry found a corner in the living room that was somewhat secluded. There were groupings of others there, but there was enough room for the trio to squeeze in. When Ron gave Harry a look that clearly said, "this isn't private, you loon." Hermione pulled out her wand and said quickly,

"Muffliato." Harry gave a small grateful smile, then ruffled his already messy hair, sighing.

"What are we going to do?" He wondered out loud, looking around as though the answer might come down and swoop him up.

"Why do we have to do anything?" Ron asked shortly. "We don't owe them anything. In fact, they owe you their lives probably." His arms were crossed over his chest as he said this. Hermione tried her hardest not to roll her eyes at this.

"We do owe them something…" she began, Ron turned away so she turned to Harry instead. "You of all people should know the sacrifices they made to support us. They put themselves at risk without knowing if you were making any progress at all." Harry lowered his eyes to the floor, so she kept pushing. "They deserve to know that their faith was not misplaced." Harry sighed again.

"I know Hermione, okay?! I know what they gave up, but do they really need to know what we went through? The death? The betrayal? Maybe it's better that they don't have to experience the same trauma we had to go through." Hermione's eyes began to tear at the corners, but her face was also reddening.

"That's not up for you to decide Harry! It's not up to you to decide what they can handle! You cannot keep the truth of what we did to yourself. Yes you would be saving them from the trauma of what we went through, but you would cause trauma for the rest of their lives, thinking their loved ones died for nothing!" Her eyes were now full of tears, but there was a look of determination behind the tears. Ron was now facing the pair again, the look on his face was undiscernible. He seemed to be mulling over an idea, he released his arms from over his chest only to grasp his hands. He took a deep breath, before saying in a calm voice,

"Hermione's right, Harry." Harry couldn't control the roll of his eyes at this.

"Of course you would say that right now…" he began, but Ron brushed away the comment.

"Because all those families out there are like mine." Harry's mouth closed at this. "But my family knows what happened, because we told them when we got back. They know that Fred didn't die in vain. Although it doesn't make losing Fred any less painful, it does bring a sense of peace of the reason he did it. We can't deny that to those families out there. Even though it will reveal things I would rather not have others knowing about me… we have to tell them." He was blushing as he finished, but Hermione was beaming at him through tears. Without warning she hugged him, throwing her arms around his neck. Ron wrapped his arms around her back, where they stayed for a long moment. Harry was looking at the two of them, almost contemplating what he was seeing. He shrugged.

"Alright, we tell them, how much do we tell them?" Ron and Hermione shrugged. "We've got about half an hour to decide, so we better start now."

The trio stood nervously in front of the crowd in Weasley Burrow. A few were sitting, most standing. Their eyes were all on the trio, and what light conversations had occurred were now hushed. Harry took a confident step out in front of the other two, his hands behind his back as began,

"Before we tell you our story, there are few things we wanted to get out of the way. No, I did not see Voldemort's" there was an intake of breath, "thoughts on killing your relatives. I have no personal stories of death for you, and I am sorry for that. I cannot tell you the last moments of your loved ones, I wish I could. All I can tell you is what we went through in the last year. We can assure you that we did not leave you all alone in this struggle." Many of the crowd looked disappointed that the trio couldn't tell them anything about their family members. Harry took a step back, and Ron stepped forward.

"Here's a few facts you need to know. Right after the wedding of my brother Bill to Fleur, we fled to Muggle London. We were attacked by Death Eaters there. I know what you're thinking, how did they find us there? Well, Vol—"he stumbled over the name, "Vol—Voldemort's name was taboo, it was a trace and Harry said it. Hermione wiped their memories so they wouldn't remember they had been there. Then we went to the Order of the Phoenix's safe house." Hermione stepped forward now.

"The rumors are true, we went to the Ministry, under polyjuice potion, and took a necklace off of Umbridge. We apparated, Ron got splinched in the process," everyone flinched, "and we ended up in a forest. We traveled for months, hearing bits and pieces of home life. All the while looking for what Dumbledore told us to.

"What was that?!" A voice yelled.

"Horcruxes." Harry supplied, stepping forward again. "And you're looking at one."

A/N: Well, there will be more, chapter 6. But first, let me know what you think!