REBECCA POV

I thought I could just spend the rest of the evening with Fred. I thought I could just chill out and refrain from worrying about my dramatic life. You may have noticed that these were only thoughts. Nothing more.

I was walking back to the common room, hand-in-hand with Fred, when Harry rushed up to me. He looked out of breath.

"Becs. Dumbledore. Now. Hurry. " He panted. I just looked at him. "GO!" he roared. Without a second thought, I ran straight to Dumbledore.

"Professer, what's going on?" I asked.

"I will explain it all. But now we must head to St Mungo's." I grabbed his arm without a moment's hesitation. I knew St Mungo's was the wizarding hospital. I could only assume someone I loved had been hurt. I was correct. There, in a single room, lay two people I loved dearly. My parents. Not my real ones. My foster ones.

I gasped. My mother's face looked frail and weak, my father's just the same. Tears flooded my eyes and I just let them fall.

"What happened?" I said, shakily.

"Death Eaters." Dumbledore said simply.

"Will they be alright Professer?" I whispered.

"I'm afraid not. Their attackers made sure of that. They have but a nights left of life." I broke down crying. My knees gave way and tears poured down my face. "I'm sorry." I shook my head.

"NO!" I screamed. "They'll make it through. They'll survive!"

"I'm afraid-"

"Don't be afraid!" I cut him off. "What's afraid gonna do?!"

"There is nothing that can be done."

"No. That isn't true. There's always something!" I shrieked.

"Not this time." I shook my head. I wouldn't believe it.

"Please, Dumbledore, help them!" I pleaded.

"I can't." he answered. "Do you want me to leave?" I nodded. I needed to be alone with my parents. He disapparated.

"I'm sorry. This wouldn'tve happened to either of you if it wasn't for me. I'm gonna stay with you. I'm not going to leave you. You never left me so I won't do the same to you." I reassured them. I sat in the middle of both their beds, holding their hands. I just spoke to them about school. About Fred. About George. About everything.

Suddenly, my dad's moniter started beeping like mad.

"Dad. Dad, no. Stay with me Dad! Please... You can't leave me. You need to see me grow up. Please, I'm only fifteen. I need you!" I cried. All of a sudden, my mum's did the same. I repeated these words until all went silent.

That was when I really lost it. I screamed and cried and screamed even more and cried even more.

One of the nurses soon came to me.

"Miss, can you please step away?" she asked. I didn't have the energy to protest. I just let myself be dragged out of the room. I whispered goodbye. I was whisked away into an empty room. I sat down. I cried. It was all my fault my parents were dead. Soon Dumbledore entered the room.

"Rebecca, would you like to come back to Hogwarts or-?"

"Yes." I said quickly. I didn't want to stay here anymore, it only made me feel depressed. I didn't see how it could be much worse at Hogwarts. Dumbledore nodded and held out his arm.

"Your fellow classmates have been informed of your loss. Would you like me to fetch anybody?"

"Fred, George and Harry." I replied, shakily. Dumbledore nodded and left his office. I sat on one of the armchairs, pulled my legs towards my chest and just hugged them tightly. The tears from cheek fell onto my knees.

Harry entered the office first. He came over and pulled me into a hug. He said nothing. Next came Fred and George who both done the same as Harry.

"How you feelin'?" George asked.

"Not good Georgie." I replied.

"I'm sure they were great people." Harry whispered.

"They were. They were brave. They were kind, loving. Now they're gone." I trembled, my voice cracking on 'gone'. Fred hugged me again.

"It's all gonna be okay." Fred whispered into my hair.

"No it's not Fred. Nothing in my life will ever be 'okay'. I just have to accept that and get on with it." I said. Fred, George and Harry all looked worried.

"Don't say that Becs." George told me.

"Why not? It's the truth."

"No it's not." Harry protested. "I've lost my parents...my life is okay."

I laughed without humor.

"You never knew your parents." I said, harshly. Harry looked taken aback. "I'm sorry. I didn't meant that."

"Yes you did." he whispered.

"No I didn't."

"No, Becs, it's okay. You were just stating a fact. I didn't know my parents." he said matter-of-factly.

"I didn't mean to be all bitchy though. I swear."

"I know. Just forget it."

We just sat in silence. Everyone was huddled around me, hugging me in some sort of way. Harry was kneeling infront of me his hand on mine, Fred was to the left, his hand on my shoulder, and George was on the right, he had my other hand.

I felt like crap. For the billionth time in my life.

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