Harry put the phone back on the hook and sat down on the sofa, he had just spoken to Hermione. He sighed with worry for his best friend, she had informed him that her mothers funeral was tomorrow afternoon at Grange Park Church near Hermione's house. She also asked him if he could let the Weasleys know and Sirius and Remus and they could attend the funeral if they wish.
Harry sighed as he wasn't looking forward to that conversation, just like he hated the conversation he had three days ago with the Weasleys and his Guardians.
Flashback
Harry put the phone down after speaking to Hermione and went back to his room where Ginny was waiting for him.
"Harry why was Hermione calling you? Is there something wrong?" Ginny asked as soon as he came through the door.
"Yeah there is something wrong but I'd rather tell everybody at the same time, is your family at home?" he asked.
"Yeah, everyone except Bill, Charlie and Percy." She told him.
"Good, go home and tell them I need to speak to them, I will get Moony and Padfoot and I will meet you there." Harry said.
Ginny nodded, looking at him oddly and walked out of the room to use the floo in the living room.
"Sirius, Remus." Harry shouted walking into the kitchen, he saw both of them sat at the table drinking a cup of tea.
"Blimey cub, we are only here no need to shout, what's up anyway?" Sirius asked.
"We need to go to the Weasleys I need to tell everybody something." He briefly told them.
"Okay, well lets go then." Remus said getting up.
Harry nodded and they all walked into the living room and one by one they flooed to the Burrow.
Once all the Weasleys and Sirius and Remus were together in the kitchen as the Burrow he began to tell them.
"Hermione wanted me to tell you all something" he sighed, "don't think bad of her because she didn't tell you herself, it's just she can't fully handle telling you guys because she hasn't fully come to terms with it either."
"Harry dear what is it?" Molly asked looking really worried.
"It's her mum, she rung me up to say, well…by tonight she wont be here anymore, she's going to die." Harry told them.
Everyone in the room gasped, Ginny's eyes widened in disbelief.
"What happened? Has she had an accident?" Remus asked, everybody looked at Harry waiting to hear more information.
Harry shook his head, "No, she has breast cancer but it spread to her lungs and into her blood stream, they tried chemo, which is a muggle treatment which helps cure it but it didn't work because it was too advanced."
"Oh poor dear" Molly said while she wiped her eyes with a tissue.
"Why did she only tell you?" Ginny asked, wondering why her best friend only confided in her boyfriend and not her.
"She only told me because I practically forced her to, she just needed a friend to talk to but didn't want everyone else to know, I suppose she didn't want any pity and she didn't want to believe it was happening in the first place." Harry told her
Ginny nodded in understanding and ran upstairs intending to write a letter to Hermione to see if she was okay.
End of flashback
Harry sighed and got up off the sofa and walked into the kitchen to tell Sirius and Remus before fire calling the Weasleys.
Hermione was sat in the living room with her Grandma sorting out last minute funeral arrangements, such as the songs, hymns and what they will say. John had asked for them to play the slow version of Heaven by DJ Sammy for the opening song because he thought the lyrics fitted how he felt.
"Hermione dear, I think she would love it if you said something." Sylvia said.
Hermione smiled and nodded, "I don't want to write it down know, I don't need to rehearse it, what ever I say will come straight from the heart and how I feel." she told her.
Sylvia nodded in agreement, "maybe we could ask if anybody wanted to say a few words when we have done our speeches."
"Yeah that would be good." Hermione agreed, she looked outside towards the empty driveway and sighed, "He shouldn't be going into work."
"I know dear but this is how he deals with things, he wants to keep his mind busy and stay strong for us." Sylvia told her while going through some paper work.
"I know that but he needs a break, he looks like the walking dead, he hasn't been looking after himself since….since mum went." she whispered.
Sylvia pulled her into a hug, "I know sweetie he will heal in time. Lets get back to this, the funeral director called me today and asked me what they would like to be put on the headstone, I told them to put she was a loving mother, wife and daughter but I thought that you might want to put a little message on it."
Hermione sat back in deep thought thinking about what to say that would be good enough to place on her mothers headstone. She quickly sat up and began to speak, "If heaven had a phone I would call it right away if only to say I miss you each and every day" she whispered.
Sylvia smiled at her, "That's beautiful sweetheart, she will love it."
Hermione smiled at her and wrote it down and handed it to her grandma.
Sylvia took the piece of paper, "why don't you go and make something for your tea sweetie?"
"I'm not really hungry." she said.
"Hermione you haven't had anything to eat today, at least have a sandwich and a cup of tea." Sylvia told her.
Hermione groaned, knowing she wouldn't win this argument she gave up and stood up, "Okay, do you want me to make you one while I'm at it?"
"Go on then, while your doing that I will phone the funeral place and tell them to add this." Sylvia said.
Hermione nodded and went into the kitchen to make herself and her grandma a sandwich and a cup of tea.
Ten minutes later Hermione came out with two cups of tea's and two plates of sandwich's on them floating beside her. Sylvia's eyes widened when she saw her grandchild perform magic, it still amazed her.
"Wow, I've forgot you have come of age within the wizarding community and can now do magic." she said and the two cups and plates floated over to the coffee table and placed themselves neatly and gently down on the table.
Hermione smiled, and sat on the sofa, "I'm still getting used to performing it outside school, I don't often do it at some seeing as I've learnt not to but it is handy sometimes."
"I bet it is, oh Hermione would you be a dear and go get me a knife, I'm not to fond of the bread crust anymore." she said.
Hermione smiled and lifted her hand up, "Accio kitchen knife." she said confidently, wanted to show her grandma a little more magic.
A second later a kitchen knife zoomed out of the kitchen and straight into Hermione's outstretched fingers. Her hand closed around the knife and she passed it over to her grandma.
Sylvia smiled in amazement and took the knife off Hermione, "I thought you needed to have a wand to perform magic." she asked while she cut the crust of her sandwich.
"You do, I still have mine" she said pulling her wand out of her pocket to show her grandma, "but for some minor spells like that summoning charm for example can be done wandlessly and even non-verbally." she explained.
"Oh right" she said.
After that they both ate their sandwiches in silence until they had finished.
Sylvia looked outside the window and sighed, "your fathers late today"
Hermione looked outside too but didn't say anything instead she just waved her hand and the cups and plates lifted up into the air and followed her into the kitchen were they began to wash themselves in the sink and place themselves in the drain rack.
When Hermione came back into the living room she heard a car pull up and the front door opening and closing.
"John?" Sylvia asked
John staggered into the living room and gave them a strange smile, "Hello"
Hermione shook her head and rolled her eyes, "Your drunk."
"So what if I am? don't I deserve a little drink after everything that has happened." he slurred.
"Maybe a little but not to drink yourself into an oblivion. Mum would hate to see you like this!" Hermione told him while trying to keep herself calm.
"Well she wont see it because she isn't here anymore." he said in anger.
Hermione looked at him, "I cant talk to you when your like this, go to bed, sober up just don't make a fool of yourself tomorrow for everybody's sake!"
John huffed and turned around after he got a stern look from Sylvia and went upstairs.
Sylvia gave Hermione a hug, "Don't worry Mia he will kick himself in the morning when he remembers this."
"I hope so, grandma it think im going to go to bed now, its been a long day and tomorrow is going to be even longer." Hermione said.
"Okay then sweetie, try and get some sleep." she said giving Hermione a kiss on forehead.
"I'll try." she said, she really wished that she could sleep, however since her mum passes away she hasn't had more than a few hours of sleep at night.
Hermione walked up the stairs and into her bedroom, she got dressed into her pj's and prayed that she would get some sleep, as she is going to need it for tomorrow.