Chapter 6

A stunned silence followed this statement. "I KNEW IT!" a voice yelled, and a man grabbed for Harry's throat. Ron quickly grabbed the back of Harry's jumper and pulled him back. He stepped in front of Harry, Hermione stepping forward to guard the rest of Harry. The man pointed aggressively at Harry's face, breathing heavily. "He was always part of Voldemort! He's the reason my daughter is dead!"

"You idiot!" another yelled, grabbing the man from behind.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" He pulled a fist back to strike, before Mr. Weasley rose up from his seat, his face bright red.

"ENOUGH!" Both men turned to look at him, then at each other and loosened their grip.

"Thanks Dad." Ron said, his arms over his chest. "Don't you two want to know what a Horcrux is anyway before trying to jump someone?" They motioned for him to continue, but Ron looked quickly over at Hermione, who stepped forward and took over.

"A Horcrux is a fragment of a wizard or witch's soul fragment in an object. In order to do this, they have to murder someone. In Voldemort's case he split his soul into seven Horcruxes. Well, eight if you include Harry." She side glanced at Harry. "But no, Harry was not Voldemort, and he was not controlled by Voldemort. A piece of his soul was attached. That's how he talked parseltongue and how he had dreams. It's also how Voldemort was originally defeated." There were looks of confusion on many of the faces in the crowd.

"What does this have to do with anything though?" a timid voice asked from the crowd.

"It's how Voldemort was defeated this time." Harry supplied, still a little shaken up, but squaring his shoulders for any more onslaught. "We— "he turned to acknowledge Ron and Hermione, "found all of the Horcruxes, and destroyed them. We found them through visions and luck." He smiled a small smile, "I can't discuss all the details because it could bring people into harm. But I need everyone to know is that it was not an individual effort. It was a group effort."

"Why did you go to Hogwarts, why did you put the children in danger?" Harry's face fell.

"It was where a Horcrux was. Voldemort simply followed us there. He figured out we were killing off these bits of his soul, and he wanted to stop us." He swallowed hard. "I'm so sorry that your family members were killed. I never wanted people to die for me. I thought that this was between me and him. But it wasn't. It was about our whole world…" he stopped, fighting tears. Ron put a hand on his shoulder, and continued what he knew Harry was going to say.

"Voldemort wanted to kill all of our kind. But, your family members stood up to him. My family stood up to him. And we won. We won a world free of him. A world where my best mate can go about his life without worrying he's going to be killed any second. A world, where I can date that girl I've had a crush on for years," He blushed, "and not worry that telling her would be for nothing, because we'd be killed. Your family members are heroes. Harry may have killed Voldemort, but our family members are the ones who made it possible." Harry looked Ron in the eyes, tears glistening in his eyes. Ron pulled him in for a hug.

"He's right." Said the man who had grabbed for Harry.

"I know." Said the man who had tried to stop him.

"I just miss her so much!" he sobbed. They pulled each other in for a hug. The entire crowd gathered started to hug each other as well. It was the first time that the tone of the meeting had no tension in it. Tears were flowing, but they had some form of release in them. Mrs. Weasley was the one who broke the atmosphere.

"If everyone's ready, George has a display he wants to show us something outside."

A/N: I could have continued, but I feel like the sadness needed to be really examined. Please let me know how it was!