The world we change (a Harry Potter fanfic)

Part 6

Hermione

Numb.

It's all I feel as I stare at the walls of a gryffindor dorm I once called home. How far away that life feels, sitting here in this room with a book in hand and a smile on my face as I listened to Lavender and Parvati gossip about boys. Parvati.

Once I'd gotten back to the gryffendor tower I found Harry in the common room waiting, in his hands a list of the deceased.

Parvati patil
Colin creevey
Angelina Johnson
Alicia Spinnet
Oliver wood
Lee Jordan,

...and Fred Weasley.

I almost scream at the thought and put my head between my knees as my body rakes with sobs. My brother. My mind screams. My brother! I've been sitting here for hours, since getting the news, and that is only the list from gryffindor.

A part of me doesn't care about the other houses, because no one else could matter as much as him. Fred. My brother. My protector.

My family.

Another round of sobs shakes through my body, loud enough that I don't even hear George come in until he's pulling me into his arms. "Hi..." my voice is horse and broken as it comes out and the sound just causes me to bury my face in his chest as tears continue to run down my face.

"Hi." He replies his voice quite and much like mine, broken. I start to feel wetness on the top of my head indicating he too is crying. "I-I can't believe he's—he's gone." He finally cries and if possible my heart shatters just a little more. "I don't know how to live without him, he's my twin, s-something's missing without him."

George brakes down into full on sobs and all I can do is hold him. I don't tell him it's ok, because it's not. I don't tell him we all needed to make sacrifices, because we didn't. I don't tell him I wish it had been me,

Because soon it will be.

Harry

"Are you sure we should go get them? Dumbledore is waiting." My father says and I shake my head. "Dumbledore can wait, they need time to grieve. It's the least they deserve." I say the last bit a bit quieter then the first but it's every bit as true. "So, what exactly happened?" A girl I've come to learn is Marlene asks. "They lost their brother."

"They're related? I would have never guessed." Remus says and I once again shake my head. "No, it's not—he was the prongs to her Padfoot." I say hoping they'd understand better and I'm guessing it works because they all nod and a round of 'oh's goes around the room. "So, I'm guessing prongs here—" he points to my dad. "Is your Dadio—seeing as your last name is potter—so tell us, who is the lucky lady."

My father grins like a Cheshire and my mother groans and buries her hand in her hands and i can't help but smile. My eyes are on my mothers as I say, "I think you already know." Sirius's smile gets even bigger and him an Marlene high five before he turns to my mum and puts his hand out. She huffs before handing him a galleon.

I raise an eyebrow and he laughs. "In third year me and lils made a bet about who she would end up with, she had said she would never in a million years marry James, I said she would the first chance she got." Dad laughs but then seems to let it sink in before he's looking over to mum. "Hey! I'm very weddable thank you very much!" He says crossing his arms over his chest with a pout. "Sure you are James." She rolls her eyes. "Hey your one to talk, you married me!"

I don't know how to feel right now. I'm talking to my parents, who I never thought I'd meet, and my godfather who I watched die, but I can't bring myself to be completely happy because I still lost a hundred more and I don't know if I'll get them back. I find myself bearing a sad smile at the thought.