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1

There was never a place as dark and terrifying as the Lestranges' basement. Cold metal chains hung from the walls, attached to shackles. Corpses where neatly arranged against the basements four walls. It almost looked as if the bodies had been placed there for decoration. The air was thick and stuffy with the scent of blood and death. Evan the toughest of aurors would quake at this sight. That was the effect that the two men, standing on top of the staircase were experiencing.

Bruce Locksley had never seen such a thing in all of the years that he had worked in the ministry. So there was no chance that the rookie auror standing besides him had ever seen such a horrid display of violence before. Bruce quickly scanned the basement with his eyes. Judging the clothes on the bodies all of the Lestranges' victims had been muggles. "Send an owl to the ministry and ask for the muggle department to come," Bruce said to his partner. The muggle department would want to write up a report on this. "I'll look for any survivors." Bruce finished before the rookie darted away. It was obvious that he didn't want to enter the basement. Bruce didn't blame him. Taking a deep breath Bruce slowly made his way down the stairs.

The first two muggles proved to be long gone, for their flesh was starting to rot. The sight of the fifth muggle broke Bruce's heart. The fifth muggle was a mere child, no older than three and was one hundred percent dead. It was the same with muggles six through twenty. Each corpse was as saddening as the next. Some were missing eyeballs, while others had their arms and legs bent in odd angles. However there was something different about muggle twenty-one. Something that made Bruce's heart speed up. This muggle was a young woman, probably somewhere in her late teens. She had thick matted brown hair. Her eyes had dark circles around them. The girl had been deprived of all forms of clothing, because of that Bruce could see all of her ribs. However it was the steady rise and fall of her chest that made his heart beat faster. This girl is alive! Barely alive, but she was still breathing. Hurriedly Bruce removed his traveling cloak and draped it around the muggle girl. There was still some hope on this dreadful day.

Arthur Weasley arrived at the scene a short half an hour later, only to find Bruce Locksley, the auror, sitting on a black leather sofa with an unconscious girl leaning against his shoulder. Bruce was quietly muttering simply healing charms but stopped at the sound of Arthur's approaching footsteps. "Weasley," Bruce greeted in a soft voice as he carefully stretched out a hand for a handshake.

"Is this the muggle?" Arthur asked once the appropriate greeting had been given.

"The only one that's still breathing," Bruce answered, his eyes lingering on the girl that was covered only in his traveling cloak. Bruce's healing spells didn't seem to be working. The girl's skin was still littered with bruises and open wounds. Bruce couldn't even get rid of the black circles under her eyes. "There are forty-nine muggle corpses down in the basement." Bruce went on, while gesturing towards the stairs that lead to the basement. "Once you're done down there perhaps you can take this girl to 's? Muggles, after all, are your area of work."

Arthur nodded in understanding. I'll take her there now." After all the living do take priority over the dead. "The wasn't of my department can help out around here, and once I'm done at St. Mungo's I'll come back and we can all give those poor chaps a proper funeral." Arthur finished as he took out his wand to levitate the girl. "Will you be wanting your cloak back?"

Bruce shook his head. "She can have it. Poor child probably doesn't own anything to her name."

Arthur nodded once more before appareling with the girl to the wizarding hospital.

George Weasley sat at the kitchen table in the Burrow, with his head in his hands. It had been three months sense the war had ended. Three months sense Fred was killed. Ever sense then there has been a big gaping hole in George's soul. Now he had to run the joke shop by himself. Live by himself, and laugh alone. Though he hadn't had a good laugh in a long time. Everyone, especially his mum, kept telling him that as time passes things would get easier. So far they had been wrong. George suspected that it would never get easier.

Though his mourning was put on hold as soon as his father apparited into the kitchen. "What a day!" Arthur exclaimed as he went over to the table to get off his feet. George took one look at his dad and knew what he meant by what a day. 's robes where covered in filth. His eyes where bloodshot, and he looked distressed.

"Arthur, what happened to you?" Molly asked as she entered her kitchen to get her roast out of the oven. After living through a war, as long as long as there was no blood, Molly had become unphased to distressed appearances. Though the dirt on her husband's robes was different.

Arthur sighed deeply, and used the accio charm to get himself a glass and bottle of firewhiskey before answering his wife. "A few aurors did a raid at the Lestranges' mansion today. From what they've told me they had found many objects filled with dark magic. Though when they made there way down to the basement", at this point Mr. Weasley had to pause to take a big gulp of his firewhiskey before continuing. "They discovered it to be filled with fifty muggles." As soon as the word muggle left Arthur's mouth Molly paused in her cooking, and George picked up his head out of his hands to hear what his father had to say. "All dead except for one. A young girl, I'd say around the age of fifteen, but no one knows for sure. The aurors called in my department at once, and I was the one to check the poor girl into St. Mungo's. Fortunately the girl remained unconscious for that part. Otherwise she would have probably been terrified. Actually when I left she has still not have woken up." Arthur put his glass down and turned to look at his wife. "You should have seen her Molly. All of her ribs where visible, both of my hands would have fitted around her waist. There were cuts and bruises all over her. And those Lestrange bastards had deprived her of all clothing." Arthur shook his head before placing it in his hands. Much like how George had been sitting before. "How is it that anyone can treat a muggle in such a fashion? And a child none the less!" It was obvious to George and Molly that was most upset about this. They all were too.

Molly set her finished roast on the table before laying a comforting hand on her husband's shoulder. Though she didn't say anything. Molly knew that he wasn't done talking just yet.

"So I've asked my head of department to place me in charge of the girl's case. And considering all of the children we've raised he has agreed." Arthur went on once he had calmed himself. "I'll probably be spending some late nights working," he said more to Molly than to George.

George stared at his father, feeling interested in something for the first time in three months. "Why don't you just obliviate her?" He asked Arthur.

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley both stopped what they where doing to stare at their son, hope glistening in their eyes. George had hardly said a word to them sense Fred's death, and all of a sudden he blurts out a complete question.

It took Arthur a few tries to answer George but he finally came up with, "Well to erase her memories now we'd have to erase about two years, for that how long we think she's been a prisoner, worth of memories. Two years is a pretty big gap. Evan if we did mange to obliviate two years her body and emotions would still remember all of the trauma she's survived. Sadly the girl will never be able to return to her own world. She has been exposed to too much magic, and will never be able to leave the magical world." Arthur's words seemed to hang in the air.

That night the Weasley family ate in a heavy silence.