It was very dark outside, and the Burrow was quiet. The chickens were completely still in their coop. Even the twins were asleep.
Then a light flickered on in one of the upstairs windows. A girl with flaming red hair was shrinking her belongings and subsequently stuffing them into a small bag. She was hurried, and-
Another light came on in the room closest to the attic. A dark haired boy was prodding someone in an effort to wake him or her up. Then a boy rose out of the bed- he had the same flaming hair as the girl- and started packing his things as quickly as he could. The dark haired boy grabbed his presumably already-packed bag, and headed down the stairs.
After a moment, another light came on in a room on the second floor. The dark haired boy stepped in carefully to the room and woke another person. This one, a girl with bushy hair, woke immediately and grabbed a bag at the end of her bed. Apparently, she was already prepared for what was happening.
As the red haired boy upstairs finished packing, turned of his lamp, and left the room, the girl whom we first glimpsed packing her things appeared in the downstairs doorway and motioned for the two in the room to follow her downstairs. She then left with the dark haired boy close behind her, but the other girl stayed behind for an instant. She was shortly joined by the red haired boy, and after a prolonged look at each other, they too left the room.
For a few seconds, the whole house was dark again, but then the front door creaked open and the four poured out of the house, swiftly and silently. And then they ran, as fast as they could into the night. Only the tallest boy, the red haired boy, paused for a moment to look back towards the house. He stood, grim but determined, and then turned and followed his friends.
The Burrow was silent once more.