A/N: So here's an extra chapter to make up for my lack of uploads- I am trying guys I promise, my laptops just an idiot. anyways, do any of you lovelies like Percy Jackson, because I was considering doing a HoO fic after I've done with this one? :)

Chapter 24

When Molly woke up the next morning with tear tracks still staining her cheeks and her eyes still puffy, the first thing she did was raise her ar… raise what should be her arm. Instead, she found herself raising a stump. Her arm had completely faded so there was nothing below her elbow. Molly cursed under her breath and rushed over to Rosie's bed to shake her friend awake.

"Rosie!" Molly whispered, shaking her best friend with the arm that she did still have, "Rosie wake up!"

Rosie mumbled sleepily and rolled over, covering her head with the duvet. Molly grabbed the blanket from her sleeping friend and threw it onto the floor, "Wake up!" she snapped.

"What?" Rosie grumbled, "S'too early."

"Well sorry, I'll wake you up once I've vanished completely! This is an emergency, Roz!"

"Urgh," Rosie rolled over to face Molly, "Wha's s'matter?"

"Look at your arm, Rosie, and you tell me!"

Groggily, Rosie unearthed her arm from her covers and looked at it. It took her a few seconds to realise that her hand and forearm were missing, but when she did, Rosie leapt out of bed with a small scream and ran to the bathroom as though it was going to appear in the mirror.

"Molly," Rosie muttered worriedly, "Molly, my arm's gone!"

"No way," Molly whispered sarcastically before calling, "Don't worry, Roz, my uncle George said he'd sort it out."

"And you think he can fix all this by some freak miracle?" Rosie snapped back, rolling her eyes.

"No, but he can help," Molly said, reassuring herself more than her friend, "I don't about you, Roz, but fading into nothing isn't on my bucket list."

"Urgh!" Rosie grunted, "You know I really appreciate you taking that potion. Like, so much; in fact, it's probably the best decision you've ever made. Thank you." Rosie chucked a pillow at her friend, a scowl on her face.

Molly glared back, "My pleasure," she said coolly, "Let's go get breakfast."

The girls plodded down the stairs and into the common room to be greeted by a lot of upset Gryffindors. It seemed as though every student was running around like a maniac, wailing about the fact they were vanishing. It was giving Molly a headache. She grabbed Rosie's arm and hauled her friend through the crowds to the portrait hole.

"We'll find Matt downstairs," Molly said, "This place is chaos."

"That's an understatement," Rosie sighed.

The girls trudged through the corridors, thoroughly miserable. They, like every student in the school, looked tired and pale, with bloodshot eyes and tatty hair. Not that they cared. At this rate, they'd just be a pair of sentient feet by the end of the week.

Molly sunk into a seat at the long benches in the Great Hall, grabbing a bowl of cereal as she did so. Eating breakfast was surprisingly difficult with only one arm. Molly often found the bowl tipping over or skidding across the table as she tried to scoop up a spoonful. After only three mouthfuls, the young Gryffindor had given up and resorted to glaring at her bowl instead.

This continues for a few minutes until someone sat on her other side and said, "Is frowning at you breakfast helping you to digest it?"

"Very funny, Matt," Molly replied coldly, despite the smile tugging at her lips.

Matt chuckled at Molly before taking a glass of pumpkin juice from in front of him and gulping it down. Molly looked across at the boy just to see that he too was missing half his arm. "This is ridiculous," she exclaimed, "What have I done?"

"Hey, we've been over this," Matt said sympathetically, "You didn't have any other choice but to take it, and it's hardly your fault it smashed."

"It wasn't mine either!" Rosie complained.

"I didn't say it was!" Matt raised his hands in surrender.

Rosie grunted in disbelief.

"Hey, weren't Quidditch tryouts meant to be this week?" Matt said into the awkward silence which had formed at the table.

"Oh yeah. I suppose they'll be postponed for now. There'll be no one to play at the first match at this rate."

"Were you going to go?" Matt asked with a mouth full of toast.

Molly nodded, "I might as well. There's nothing to lose, right? And dad-" she choked slightly, "-he sent my broom over."

"We can't fade completely, right?" Rosie asked suddenly, "Not when your uncle still remembers us. I mean, he knows what's happening, so surely as long as he remembers, we'll be ok?"

"How long will he remember for though?" Matt said solemnly, "No matter how hard he tries, this is bound to catch up to him too. He won't even remember he was trying to help us!"

"Don't, Matt," Molly said, "Don't."

"I'm sorry but-"

Molly interrupted by pointing across the table to her cousin, "Look at Fred," she said, "He's completely fine, every limb is present and accounted for. For now, as long as that remains true, we'll be fine because it means that uncle George is still trying."

"But Mol, what if he… what if he can't stop it and-"

"Well, we're in Gryffindor for a reason. I'll stop it myself if I have to."