It was almost summertime. Harry had written you saying that Draco was a Death Eater, and even though you wouldn't be able to believe it, it turned out he was right. Especially the night when Professor Dumbledore died, falling from the Astronomy Tower. Professor Snape, Bellatrix Lestrange and Draco were there when they killed him, and later fled the scene.
All lessons were suspended, all examinations postponed. Some students were hurried away from Hogwarts by their parents over the next couple of days — the Patil twins were gone before breakfast on the morning following Dumbledore’s death, and Zacharias Smith was escorted from the castle by his haughty-looking father. Seamus, on the other hand, refused point-blank to accompany his mother home; they had a shouting match in the entrance hall that was resolved when she agreed that he could remain behind for the funeral. She had difficulty in finding a bed in Hogsmeade, Seamus told you and Ron, for wizards and witches were pouring into the village, preparing to pay their last respects to Dumbledore.
Some excitement was caused among the younger students, who had never seen it before, when a powder-blue carriage the size of a house, pulled by a dozen giant winged palominos, came soaring out of the sky in the late afternoon before the funeral and landed on the edge of the forest. You watched from a window as a gigantic and handsome olive-skinned, black-haired woman descended the carriage steps and threw herself into the waiting Hagrid’s arms. Meanwhile a delegation of Ministry officials, including the Minister of Magic himself, was being accommodated within the castle. You realised that Harry was diligently avoiding contact with any of them; you were sure that, sooner or later, he would be asked again to account for Dumbledore’s last excursion from Hogwarts.
Even though you weren't in Hogwarts anymore, you visited the hospital wing twice a day: Neville had been discharged,
but Bill remained under Madam Pomfrey’s care. His scars were as bad as ever — in truth, he now bore a distinct resemblance to Mad-Eye Moody, though
thankfully with both eyes and legs — but in personality he seemed just the same as ever. All that appeared to have changed was that he now had a great
liking for very rare steaks.
". . . so eet ees lucky ’e is marrying me," said Fleur happily, plumping up Bill’s pillows, "because ze British overcook their meat, I ’ave always said this."
"I suppose I’m just going to have to accept that he really is going to marry
her,” sighed Ginny almost whispering.
"She’s not that bad, Gin." you said.
"Ugly, though," Harry added hastily, as Ginny raised her eyebrows, and she let out a reluctant giggle.
"Well, I suppose if Mum can stand it, I can."
"Anyone else we know died?" Ron asked Hermione, who was perusing the Evening Prophet.
Hermione winced at the forced toughness in his voice. "No," she said
reprovingly, folding up the newspaper. "They’re still looking for Snape but no
sign..."
"Of course there isn’t," said Harry, who became angry every time this subject cropped up. "They won’t find Snape till they find Voldemort, and seeing as they’ve never managed to do that in all this time..."
"The most disappointing part is that Dumbledore trusted him...and he betrayed him." You said and Harry started looking at you annoyed.
"Maybe we should stop this conversation..." Said Ron.
"Harry, I found something out this morning, in the library." Said Hermione.
"R.A.B.?" said Harry, sitting up straight.
"No," she said sadly, "I’ve been trying, Harry, but I haven’t found anything... There are a couple of reasonably well-known wizards with those initials — Rosalind Antigone Bungs...Rupert ‘Axebanger’..."
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One Of A Kind ||A Fred Weasley Fanfiction||
Fanfiction(Y/n) Black, the daughter of Sirius Black, was nurtured by the Weasley family, forming strong bonds with all of its members. However, her affection ran particularly deep for Fred Weasley, the older twin. As time went on and their lives became intert...
