Omg I'm sooooo sry it's taken this long but I recently got some inspiration so I decided to write. Expect a chapter soon to follow. Probably only 2-3 chapters left. Possibly a sequel but I won't promise anything.


A day to forget and remember

Harry was in the library. He'd been there for almost two days. No food. No baths. No visitors. The only one he would let in was Dobby the house elf. He was pouring over huge volumes about mind control. He knew exactly what his plan was. The problem being that no one else did.


"Ron?" Hermione asked as they sat in front of the fire.

"What, love?" He asked absentmindedly turning pages.

"Why haven't they called an order meeting?"

He set down the Quidditch magazine he had been reading and looked at her.

"I think there's one tomorrow night."

"Oh okay…"

She sighed and snuggled back into his embrace.

"Ron?" she asked again.

He looked at her. She took a deep breath.

"What if I die?"

"Do you want my "I'm going to make you feel better answer" or the truth?"

"Truth"

"Then I guess you'll die."

Hermione paled.

"Isn't that a bit morbid Ronald?" She asked in her 'I can't believe you're being so insensitive!' voice, as she pulled away from her husband.

He brushed her off, "It's the truth."

Her eyes teared up. She stood up and left the room. Ron looked after her befuddled.


"OPEN UP HARRY!" Ron shouted. A muffled reply came in the form of, "Iee ant ome ou uh ore"

"WHAT?" Ron yelled back.

Suddenly, the door swung open.


The sun was just beginning to set as Hermione stormed toward the school gate. She figured she could get away in the village for a bit. She couldn't believe that insensitive prat she had for a husband. She knew he didn't mean it and she was just considering turning back to apologize for storming off when something moved in the bushes.


"Sirius!" August shouted.

She was in the middle of Sirius' chambers looking for her mother.

"Where are you?" She called.

The room, filled with quidditch memorabilia, an over stuffed sofa, and a lit fire, was empty of people.

Where could they be? She wondered. She saw that there were two doors coming off the main room. One obviously led to his bedroom.

He is my father… She reasoned as she stepped toward the nearest door.

"Lets see what's behind door number one…" she murmured as she swung the door open. She looked inside and was surprised at what she saw.


"Thank God Harry!" Ron said when he finally got inside. "We thought you might have died in here…"

Harry shrugged sitting down at the table that he had obviously dubbed his. Ron starred at him. His usually sparkling green eyes were dim and had circles around them showing his tiredness. His black hair was ruffled more than usual, as if he'd run his hands through it numerous times in frustration.

"Harry, mate?" Ron questioned.

"What?"

"What are you doing to yourself? You're all stuffed up in here, not speaking to anyone… Ginny wouldn't wan-" but Harry jumped up causing him to stop speaking.

"I KNOW that Ron. But Ginny simply isn't here. And frankly no one seems to grasp that! I LOVE her Ron! She's going to have my child. My child Ron! Our child and it's my responsibility to make sure they return un harmed. My child Ron…" He said sinking to the floor against a shelve of books. He broke down. Ron looked on helplessly as his best friend cried. He sat down and cried with him.


"Mum?" August asked. "What on earth are you doing in here?"

Her Mum was standing next to Sirius' dresser and Sirius was nowhere in sight.

"I…I was just looking for your father. Have you seen him?" She said with a shifty look at the door.

"No I was just coming to find him myself." She replied with forced indifference.

"Oh well you might want to check the quidditch pitch."

"I thought you were looking for him?"

"Oh I was going there next."

August nodded skeptically.

"I'm going to head down there then." August said leaving the room.

She hurried toward the pitch and as she reached it she saw her father flying around.

"Dad!" she called. He stalled and then flew toward her.

"Hey kiddo what are you doing out here?"

"Um…can we talk?"

'Yeah sure…what do you need?"

"Mum's acting weird."

"What do you mean?"

"I just found her snooping around your room."

"Oh she was probably just looking for me."

He couldn't believe it. He wouldn't believe it.

His Cassie would never betray him. Never.

He brushed off August's concerns and headed to the library to speak with Harry and Ron. He was walking back up to the school when he saw a figure lying on the ground. It was Hermione.


Suddenly there was a pounding on the library door.

Harry looked at Ron.

"Who is it?" He called.

"It's me, August! Open up it's an emergency! Hermione's been attacked!"

Ron was out of his seat faster then lightening. He sprinted to the door and flung it open.

"WHAT?" he asked pale faced. She grabbed his hand and started pulling him down the hallway screaming for Harry to follow them.

Ron now leading, they finally made it to the hospital wing. Ron burst through the doors and was thrown in to a mass of chaos and confusion. Everyone seemed to be busy but he grabbed the first arm he could. He looked up at professor Snape.

There was no sneer on his face.

"How is she?" Ron croaked.

Snape looked at the floor.

"Is…Is she going…" Ron gulped, "Is she going to die?" Tears leaking from his eyes, he looked at Snape with as much dignity as he could.

"We don't know what she was hit with yet." Snape began somberly, "Her temperature is through the roof and I think…" He trailed off.

"You think what professor?" Ron asked his voice thick with emotion.

"I think she was hit with a curse that…ah…prevents Miss Gran- er Mrs. Weasley, from mothering any children." Ron closed his eyes, willing the tears to stop. He took a deep breath, "I want to be with her."

Snape lead him into the wing and to Hermione's bed.

She jumped and looked at Ron, with his tear rimmed eyes.

"Hermione I'm-"

"Oh Ron I'm so sorry! I know you want children and if you really want we can pay someone to have them for us…"

"Hermi-"

"And I'm so sorry for being stupid and over reacting like that earlier and maybe if I hadn't I wouldn't be in this mess…"

"Mione-"

"And Ron I understand if you want a divorce but I love you so much…" She broke down into hysterical sobs and Ron sat gingerly next to her and put his arms around her.

She cried into his shoulder and finally looked up.

"I'll have Dumbledore draw up the divorce papers-"

"You'll do NO such thing Mrs. Weasley." Ron said staring at her.

"But Ron I can't have children."

"Hermione I have you. We can always adopt."

"But Ron…"

"No buts Hermione. I love you so much…" He said with tears rolling down his cheeks.

"I'm scared, Ron."

"I know Hermione…Me too"

"Sirius?" Harry called as he walked into the teacher lounge.

"What Harry?" he asked from his position on the couch with his head in his hands.

"There's going to be an order meeting in an hour and I thought you would like to know so you can find Cass."

"No need to."

"What?"

"She isn't coming…"

"Why?"

"I…I don't trust her."


"Would everyone please calm down!" A very calm Dumbledore shouted.

The room was filled with the entire order and they were all actively discussing the Hermione incident.

"Would EVERYONE PLEASE take their seats!" He shouted loosing his cool a bit.

Slowly everyone began to take a seat, still whispering among themselves. Harry stood in a dark corner waiting for his chance to talk.

Dumbledore stood up.

"As you all know, Hermione Weasley was attacked on school grounds today. This is starting to hit home. We need to finish it quick and now. An offensive strike. I believe Mr. Potter has something he'd like to present to you."

Harry stepped out of the shadows.

"I have a plan…" he announced and everyone sat up straight. "My first and for most goal is to get my child and fiancée out first. I can't do anything with them there. I'm sure Ginny knows where they are but obviously we don't so I need a member of the Weasley family to help us." Ron stood up, "I'll do it Harry." Harry nodded, "You're going to make a mental connection. You'll essentially be in her mind."

The room was silent with the unspoken question. Finally, Snape cleared his throat and spoke, "Not to be the morbid at this little party, but what if Miss Weasley dies?"

"She won't." Harry said simple.

"How can you be sure?" Charlie asked skeptically.

Harry got very quiet. "I know because I'm the one that's going to die."

All hell broke loose at this.

The entire order was on their feet.

Dumbledore finally got everyone, still disgruntled, back in their seats. Harry stood before them.

"My decision has already been made." They all nodded. "Ron I'm going to need your help one last time."

Ron gulped and looked at him.

"Ron, I'm going to possess Voldemort. Then I need you to kill him. I will weaken his defenses and then you'll cast the killing curse. In doing this, you will kill me too."

The room was ringing with a loud silence.

Harry's eyes never left Ron's. Ron cleared his throat, tears pouring down his face, he nodded.

"Okay Harry. If you're sure, I'll do it."


That's it for this chapter...like it? review...

love always,

lain