Three Hallows, Two Weasleys and One Broken Girl

"You're going to die." She whispered. Dumbledore chuckled awkwardly, patting the eleven year old reassuringly, "I'm one hundred and fifty one, that's a little inevitable I'm afraid, my dear." The first year shook her head softly, a little frustration creeping into her expression, "you're going to die in eight years. P...