The days passed by soon enough. All classes were suspended and examinations were postponed. Some students were hurried away from Hogwarts in the days that had passed. The Patil twins were gone before Ron could eat breakfast, Zacharias Smith was dragged out of the school by his scary looking father, and Seamus Finnigan refused to leave the castle with his mum. They had a huge argument in the Entrance Hall about it but it was soon resolved when she agreed to let him stay for Dumbledore's funeral. She had some trouble finding a place to stay in Hogsmeade; Seamus had told us that everyone was coming in from everywhere to pay their last respects.

Some of the younger students were excited, since they had never seen blue carriage the size of horse pulled by a dozen winged palominos, came soaring out of the sky in the middle of the afternoon, and landing at the edge of the Forest before the funeral. I watched from a window as a gigantic woman, with sleek black hair stepped out of the carriage and threw herself into Hagrid's waiting arms.

Hermione, Ron, Harry, and I spent the whole day together. The sun was shining brightly through the windows of the castle. It would have been the perfect day, expect for the funeral and all. I could imagine what it would be like if Dumbledore was alive, we would finish our exams, and spend our last day at Hogwarts and have an awestruck time together.

We didn't do much, just sat in each other's presence. It was really sad, because when you think about it, we would've been laughing, and making jokes that would've turned Hermione cherry red. We would've been running around the castle, screaming, and running out of breath, and hiding from each other in broom closets, but we were just sitting in the common room, every noise made Harry jump, and look around like someone was about to burst in an attack.

I cried a couple of times, and I smiled whenever Harry managed to calm me down. It felt like I had a one thousand pound weight on my heart, making it heavy, and sad, and weak. Everything was going wrong. And I hated it, like I didn't have enough to deal with when it comes to Ginny and all the freaking drama, now a bunch of Death Eaters invaded the school, and Dumbledore is dead, and Snape is a backstabbing, son of a bitch. Could this get any worse?

"Harry, I found something out while I was in the library today..." Hermione said, as she held her knees to her chest.

"R.A.B?" He asked.

I looked up at her; I wanted to get to the bottom of this secret. I wanted to know who R.A.B was and how he got the Horcrux. Harry explained that there might be four more Horcruxes among us, carrying a part of Voldemort horrid soul. He also told us what Dumbledore thought it might well likely be : the locket which R.A.B took, the dairy that Harry destroyed in second year, the ring which Dumbledore destroyed, a cup that Harry didn't say what it was specifically, something of Ravenclaw's and Gryffindor's , and his snake.

Hermione shook her head and Harry slumped in his seat. "No," she said sadly. "I've been trying Harry, I truly have but those initials could belong to anyone...Rosalind Antigone Bungs...Rupert 'Axegone' Brookstanton. But judging by the note, the person who took the Horcrux was a person who knew Voldemort and I can't find any evidence that they had anything to do with him. What I found out, was actually about Snape..."

I scowled at the name, it made me sick. Hermione looked nervous about saying Snape's name again.

"What about him?" Harry asked, heavily.

"Well, it's just I was sort of right about this whole Half-Blood Prince ordeal."

I rolled my eyes. "This is not the time to rub it in Hermione! I knew nothing about the Half-Blood Prince all year, even." I stated.

"No, I didn't mean it like that!" She said quickly, trying to make everything right again. "Well, I was right that Eileen Prince once owned the book! You see...she was Snape's mother! I was going through some of the old Prophets and there was a tiny announcement about Eileen Prince marrying a man named Tobias Snape. Then there was another announcement that she gave birth to—"

"A murder!" spat Harry.

Hermione nodded. "Yes, so I was sort of right. Snape was proud of being 'half a Prince' you see? Tobias Snape was a Muggle according to what the article says."

"Well, that fits." Said Harry. "He'd play up the pure-blood side; get on the good side of Lucius Malfoy and the lot of them...he's just like Voldemort. Pure-blood mother, a Muggle father...ashamed of his parentage, trying to make himself feared by using the Dark Arts and gave themselves impressive new names—Lord Voldemort, Half-Blood Prince—how could Dumbledore have missed—?"

Harry cut himself off, he didn't want to say his name. He looked away, and the rest of us just stared blankly. We were all silent; it was odd slipping back into that silence. I was thinking of something, anything that I could say, just to hear words.

"I know they say that silence is golden, but really it just makes your ears ring." I stated, earning a small smile from everyone, small sad smiles. I nodded, knowing this wasn't going anywhere. It wasn't that I was bored; it was that I was uncomfortable. And I'm not sure what to do when I'm uncomfortable, and so then I get confused, and then I get mad, and then I am not a happy person to be around.

I stood up, and the three looked up at me. "I'm going upstairs." I said quietly, a piece of my hair falling in my face. Ron and Hermione nodded at me, and Harry's gaze was no longer on me. I sighed and went up to my dorm.

I sat down on the bed and stared at the wall. I pursed my lips together, taking in my surrounding. A normal dormitory, with boy poster's hung by the other girls, make-up and hair brushes on the night stands. I took in the silence; I wish my life was forever like this. Silent, no fights, screams of terror, cursing each other.

Harry's POV

At the funeral Hermione, Lexi, Ron and I filled our seats. Everyone was dressed up in black. Ron squinted his eyes since the sun beating down directly on him. Hermione's brown eyes were glazed with tears, my gaze then turned to Lexi. She was staring blankly into space, and I smiled a little. I grabbed her hand, and she turned toward me. I gave her hand a squeeze and looked around the crowd. Neville, Luna, and Ginny sat together in one row. They were the only ones of the DA who came to help Hermione during the attack.

Cornelius Fudge made his way past us and toward the front rows, a sad expression upon his face. Rita Skeeter made her way toward the front as well, her notebook in her red talon hands and her peacock feather quill on her ear. I also recognized, Dolores Umbridge, ex-Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher with an unconvincing look of grief on her toad looking face.

Music began to play, it sounded strange, otherworldly and everyone's head began turning, searching for the source of the music.

"In there." Lexi whispered into my ear.

That's when I saw them. Coming out of the water were merpeople, singing in a chorus of unearthly music. Their song was clearing sending out the message of depression and lost. At least they are sad for Dumbledore's passing, I thought. Lexi then nudged my side.

Hagrid was slowly walking down the aisle, he was silently crying. He held something—someone wrapped in purple velvet, Dumbledore' body. My heart hurt, this brought reality to me, that Dumbledore was really dead. Tears were falling thick onto Hermione's and Lexi's lap.

Lexi's POV

I hid my face in Harry's neck, letting the tears roll off my face onto his shirt. He held onto me, but I wasn't convinced he was doing this to comfort me, but to comfort himself. I wiped my eyes, and let Harry hold me; I wrapped my arms around his neck. Many people went up and said speeches for Dumbledore. Professor McGonagall asked Harry if he wanted to say anything, Harry refused.

I smiled sadly, trying to comfort him. I kissed him on the cheek, and laid my head on his shoulder. McGonagall gave me a look, I shook my head politely. I didn't want to go near Dumbledore's body. That was one of the last places I wanted to be.

After the funeral, we walked sullenly back to the common room, and sat on the couches. I ran to change; I put on red basketball shorts and a black cami. I combed my hair, and put it into a high ponytail, I was glad to be out of that itchy black dress. I walked down to the common room. Hermione gave me a small smile on her way up, she grabbed my hand, gave it a light squeeze before walking to the dorm. I smiled at her, she knew me so well to know I didn't need a whole bunch of words and tears and hugs to be comforted, I just needed to know someone was there in case, by some miracle I did need it.

I sat next to Harry, and closed my eyes.

"Lexi, I have to tell you something." Harry said. I opened my eyes to see his troubled face. "Lexi listen...we can't be together."

"Are we even together?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Uh—I don't know, but either way we can't be."

I knitted my eyebrows together. "Okay, why? Don't tell me you're going to look for the Horcruxes."

He nodded slowly and I frowned. "Voldemort uses people that his enemies are close to. Think about how much danger you'll be in if we keep this up. He'll find out and he'll use you to get to me."

"What if I don't care?" I said fiercely.

"I care. What if this was your funeral, Lex. I couldn't bear with it if it was...and it being my fault."

I looked away. "Fine, we won't be together. But I want to help you find the Horcruxes."

"No." He said sternly.

"Let me come, I want to help."

"You'll get killed."

"You'll get killed, too. And Hermione and Ron get to! They always get to go, and they are in risk of getting killed too. " I pointed out. "Why can't I?"

Harry hung his head, he wasn't going to give up, I knew it, but I wasn't about to give up either.

"Harry, don't try to tell me no. I'm coming with you, I'm at just as much risk as anyone else, and face it, and you know you want me there."

Harry shook his head quickly. "No, Lexi, I don't. Please stay here."

"I swear, I think I will be in more danger here than with you. Since we are close, I could get tortured for information, and get detentions for breathing to heavy. Harry, all four of us would be unstoppable. Don't you get it?"

"No, Lexi, apparently I don't."

"Here, I'll make it easier to understand. I'm coming with you, whether you like it or not. End of discussion."

"But—"

"End. Of. Discussion."

Harry opened his mouth to say something and closed it when I gave him a glare. "I'm coming to help you find the Horcruxes." I said again.

"Please, Lexi stay for me."

"No. I'm coming, I'm helping. Nowhere is safe anyways."

"Lex—"

"Hey guys, what we miss?" asked Hermione coming in with Ron by her side.

"Oh, I'm coming with you guys to get the Horcruxes!" I said, smiling.

"Awesome." Said Ron. "What's the plan anyways, Harry. After the Burrow."

"The Burrow?" He asked confused.

"Bill and Fluer's wedding!"

This sent a smile to Harry's face, which sent a smile to mine.

"Lex, can I talk to you?" Hermione asked. I nodded, and went to the dorms away from the boys. "Are you sure about this?"

"Of course I am you guys can't have all the fun." I said, chuckling lightly.

Hermione shook her head "This isn't a joke, Lexi, we aren't doing this for fun."

"And you think I don't know that? I'm going to help you guys, I'm not going to be cut off from you guys."

Hermione crosses her arms. "Are you sure you want to do this?" She said in a motherly tone.

"Hermione, I'm positive alright!" I rolled my eyes. "God, I'm not a child anymore. You guys get to do everything. And no one tells you to stay behind do they? No. So why must you guys constantly bagger me about my decisions to join you. I'm almost of age."

Hermione pursed her lips. I waited but she said nothing. "I'm coming with you guys to find the Horcruxes and destroy Voldemort. Ron seems like the only who is okay with this." I pointed out.

I saw her nails dig into her arms. "Well, Ron is reckless. He would let you come either way. Harry and I aren't as reckless as him, that's why we care. And what if you died? Harry would be heartbroken."

"What if you died? We'd all be upset and Ron would be heartbroken."

Hermione turned slightly pink, but didn't break eye contact.

"None of you seem to see that it would be dangerous anywhere now. Dumbledore is dead, which means Hogwarts isn't safe anymore. And why not be in danger while helping destroy Voldemort? I'm going whether or not you and Harry agree." I said, storming upstairs. I sat on my bed with a furious look on my face. So they can all put their lives in danger for a better world and I can't? Why are they treating me like the baby? What if they all die, do they understand what that would be like for me? I need to be there for them, to help them if they need it, which, knowing them, they will. I am not going to slow them down, because they all need to realize I am not weak, or a child, they need me, and I need them. We are a team. Aren't we?

I got up slowly off my bed, my eyes no longer blazing with anger. I went to face them.

"We are a team, aren't we?" I asked. "Don't you get it, if any of you died I would be heartbroken, I won't let you go without me, because if I can do anything to help you, then I will. I won't slow you down, and I know you know this, why are you so scared when it comes to taking me with you."

Harry sighed. "Lexi, I saw you under to Cruciatus curse, and if anything like that happened to you again I wouldn't be able to bear it."

I hung my head, because everyone that I was trying to keep this from gasped in shock.

"Who did that to you?" I heard Ron ask.

I gritted my teeth as the memory came floating back into my mind. "Bellatrix."

"I'm going to kill her!" He exclaimed.

I looked at them, Hermione's face was in shock and Ron's blazing with anger.

"I'm going to go outside...I need fresh air." I made my way over to the portrait hole and left the common room. I made my way through the castle, and made my way out onto the school grounds. There was a slight breeze and the sun was covered by a few puffy white clouds. I laid down on the grass and watched the clouds pass by.

"Fine, you can come." I heard a voice say from behind me.

I propped myself up on my left elbow and looked behind me. I smiled; Hermione, Ron and Harry were standing there. "Thank you." I said, pushing off the ground, wrapping them all in a hug. We all linked arms, and smiled at each other.

"What does that makes us now, Harry? The fearsome foursome?" Ron asked, Hermione rolled her eyes, but Harry and I laughed.

"Yes, Ron. We are the fearsome foursome, let us know when you get tired of being called that, and realize it is wrong." I said he stopped walking, with a disgusted look on his face.

"Only you would think of a sexual meaning to that, Lexi." Ron said, joining us again.

I smiled and laughed "I am best friends with your older brothers."

Everyone fell back into a sad silence.

"Guys, this is our last day of Hogwarts for who knows how long. Let's do something crazy." I said, leaving the link, and facing them, walking backwards.

"Like what?" Hermione asked. I smiled, taking that as a yes.

"I'm not sure, let's ask Fred and George."

The others nodded and we walked back to the castle. I suddenly stopped causing the others to get pulled back. "What's wrong?" asked Harry.

"We should skip to them. You know like the Wizard of Oz!" I said a wide grin upon my face. Hermione nodded and the guys winced, I took that as a yes. We began to skip down the halls of Hogwarts getting weird glances from the other students now and then.

As we made our way back into the common room, we saw Fred and George talking on the couch. The trio refused to skip over to them, but I didn't let them say no. They groaned as I made them skip over.

"Why hello there." Said the twins in unison.

"Hey, we need help." I said.

Fred raised an eyebrow. "For what?"

"We need to know what crazy thing we can do for our last day." I said.

The twins smiled. "Well...Well...You could start a food fight in the Great Hall; I've always wanted to do that." Fred said, with a dreamy look on his face. I laughed, and turned to the others.

"What do you say?" I asked, receiving nods from Harry and Ron, but not Hermione.

"Oh don't be such a party pooper." I said, with a giggle. Hermione shrugged. "I take that as a yes." I said excitedly.

We all waited for dinner, and when it did come, I didn't wear anything nice, I wore an old shirt that my dad had given me and I never wore because he got it in the guys section and was ugly. I put on a pair of short shorts that were covered by my shirt. I walked down to the common room for our last dinner at Hogwarts. I received several whistles from boys on my way down, making Harry glare at whoever did whistle. I laughed loudly.

We sat and ate our fill, and discussing who we were going to hit first. We didn't want to do any Professor, so we hit a boy in Ravenclaw with a handful of pudding he turned around and hit us with a cake, but we ducked, and it hit a third year Slytherin. We pointed and laughed, but his older sister hit me with a spoonful of hot fudge. I wiped my face, and licked my fingers; I would me a desert when I was done here.

I gave her a fake glare, I loved being covered in chocolate, and threw a piece of lemon pound cake her way, but she ducked and it hit Crabbe in the face, I laughed, and ducked when he tried to hit me with a scoop of ice cream, it hit Harry in the face, and I laughed and took my pointer finger shaving off a bunch of ice cream off his cheek and licking it.

"You taste good." I joked.

Before I knew it everyone had gotten involved, and the teachers, as hard as they were trying, couldn't stop it. I was soon covered in every desert imaginable. I was licked myself clean on the way up to the common room. I took a shower, getting anything sticky out of my hair and putting my shirt in a plastic bag, my shorts didn't get dirty, and I repacked them, and climbed into bed.

"That was so much fun!" I laughed, Hermione had just come out of the bathroom, she took really fast showers.

"I guess so." She muttered.

"Oh give it a rest!" I laughed "You loved it!"

Hermione smiled, a smile that was supposed to be to herself, but I saw it.

"I knew it." I muttered. She began to walk down the stairs and down to the common room to meet the boys. I quickly followed her. Harry and Ron were sitting in their usual spots on the couch and Hermione made her way to her chair. I sat down in front of the fireplace, the heat and warmth soaking into my back.

Hermione looked around the common room. "I can't believe it..." she said softly.

I looked at her confused. "What can't you believe?"

"That Hogwarts is going to close..."

I forgot in all the excitement of the food fight, that we no longer had a Headmaster. But then again, this place might not close. It could stay open, with a new Headmaster.

"Maybe not," piped up Ron. Now all eyes were on him. "We're not in any more danger than we are at home now. Everywhere's the same now. I'd say this place is safer, more people inside to defend the place. What do you think, Harry?"

"I'm not coming back even if it does reopen."

Ron gaped at him, I was as confused as Ron might have been, and Hermione said sadly. "I knew you were going to say that, but then what will we do?"

"I'm going back to the Dursley's once more. Then maybe go to Godric's Hollow. For me it started there, all of it, and I would like to visit my parent's grave." He muttered, there was a pause of silence. "I'm going to track down the Horcruxes, alone. You guys should just...stay here. I don't anyone getting hurt because of me."

I rolled my eyes. "For fuck's sake, Harry. We are coming with you. We're a team, stop changing your mind; we know what will happen if we come with you but you're our friend and we're not letting you do this alone, no matter what you say."

Hermione nodded. "You said to us once before, that there was a time to turn our back if we wanted to. We've had loads of time, haven't we?" she said quietly.

"We're with you whatever happens, you should know that by now." Said Ron. "But we still have to go to the wedding, my family would kill us."

We all cracked a smile. "Yeah, I'd like that." Said Harry. Hermione and I made our way over to the couch and squeezed in with the boys, we wrapped our arms around each other. I noticed one of Harry's hands was closed against the fake Horcrux. I knew Harry would have to meet Voldemort someday, a month, a year, 10 years even. But I knew he was happy that he got one last golden day of peace with Hermione, Ron and I.

Fin.

A/N: yeah, it's the end of 'Broken.' But there is going to be a sequel if you guys are up for it. I'd like to thank mrs0cullen for helping me with this series. And the sequel will be called 'Bursting at the Seams.' So keep an eye out for it ;)