Harry swallowed thickly, knowing that what he had to tell Helena would really upset her. How do you tell a sixteen year old that they are dead? For a matter of fact, how do you tell any person that they died? Harry was not very good with emotional stuff. He was okay if a witness cried on him, but having the words to tell them that everything would be okay, and that their husband or mother wasn't just killed by a criminal never came to him. Usually he didn't say anything, because the family knew.
This little girl, however, didn't know about her very short future.
"You aren't going to like this." Harry said softly looking at her hands, and taking one gently in his larger, callused ones. "I don't know the exact details of how it happened, so I'm not sure what caused him to do it, but the Bl- the Baron didn't like your answer. I suppose he believed he could force another answer out of you, but he..." He looked up into her eyes, and gave her a sad look, "He took it too far, and you... died. After he realized what he did, he took the same weapon that killed you, and turned it on himself."