I spent a lot of time trying to figure out how I will form this chapter. And I decided that I would like to keep your agony up. In the next chapter everything is going to get explained. Thank you for reading and reviewing .Hope you like it!

She couldn't remember anything after the incident. Everything happened so fast that her brain wasn't able to understand them. Her vision was blares from tears. Someone was lying dead in her arms but she couldn't understand. The only thing she was able to do is grab the lying person with all her power and wait. She could hear people running; she could feel the aura of the hexes above her head. But she wouldn't react. The only thing she really tried to understand was who that dead person was. Suddenly tears of frustration started to stream down her face.

"Why I cannot understand?" she kept asking herself between her sobs. "What's happening? It was supposed to be the happiest day of my life." Then suddenly she felt two hands on her .She tried to get away but whoever he was was much stronger than her. She tried not to leave the dead man, really. But her efforts were fruitless. And then she faded away.

At St. Mungo Hospital.

Hermione was crying silently for over an hour and she wasn't alone. In the waiting area there were over thirty people who were crying uncontrollably. That was by far one of the biggest disasters ever. Ron slammed his fist on the wall with pure anger on his face.

"BLOODY HELL!" he said for the one more time that day. Hermione had lost the count. Then she saw Neville standing up. Before she could ask him why she saw a Healer coming towards them. Deimi's mother was faster.

"How is my baby girl?"She asked him intensively?

The healer took a deep breath and then answered. "Miss Whitenton is just fine. She has some bruises and cuts but beside that she is just fine. The only thing that we can tell for sure is when she will be able to overcome the shock. For know we have sedated her and we gave her a sleeping potion as well."

exhaled loudly."Thanks God," she said as her husband hugged her tightly.

Then Ron made the question that everybody feared of. "What about…?"

The Healer looked at the small crowd in front of him sadly.

"I'm so sorry Mr. Weasly. He couldn't make it. It was the unforgivable curse. He died instantly. I'm so very sorry for your loss. If I have more news about the other I'll inform you instantly.

Ginny let a sob to escape. She was a mess since the end of the attack. Mrs. Weasly hugged her only daughter trying to give her strength but she wasn't in better condition. Hermione stood next Ron with tears in her eyes. He quizzed his hand and then she whispered.

"How are we going to tell her?"