A/N: Hello! I am back with a new story. This story has been in my head since I first read Deathly Hallows, and always pops up everytime I read it. I thought it would be interesting to see what happend to the Weasley's when Harry, Ron and Hermione left at the wedding. This story will follow them. It starts just after the wedding when the Death Eaters invade. The opening of the paragraph starts with a quote directly from Deathly Hallows which is written in Italic. At this point I would like to thank my lovely Holly for all your help and genrally keeping me sane. I love you, this story is for you! I hope you enjoy! I am, going to warn you, there is some strong language in this story. Please read and review!
Thank you! Much love
Amy.
x x xDisclaimer: I do not own any aspect of Harry Potter and his magical world.

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'Guests were sprinting in all directions; many were Disapparating; the protective enchantments around The Burrow had broken… cloaked and masked figures appearing in the crowd' the chaos seem to die as quickly as it came, replaced with a sense of fear and anticipation. Bill hoped that the guests had managed to get away before the Death Eaters had swarmed in and ruined his wedding. Only his family and a few members of the Order remained, all cautiously watching the Death Eaters, some paced back and forth making sure no one else escaped, others searched the premises for any sign of Harry Potter.

The attention of the remaining Death Eaters was momentarily caught by the others retuning from their search, who simply shook their heads, and waited in line for further instructions.

"Go and check the houses of the Members of The Order of the Phoenix. We shall deal with these things here." The drawling voice of Lucius Malfoy sneered nastily at the remaining occupants as he ordered the other Death Eaters, who all sent him a look of distaste at being told what to do before Disapparating. The room was filled with tension, with all the members of the Weasley family sending looks of loathing towards the Death Eaters before them. Unlike his family, Bill's eyes remained on the two Death Eaters who were remaining still, watching for any sign of movement that may result in a viscous attack. He was scared, more than he had ever been in his life; he hoped with all his might that Harry, Ron and Hermione had made it to safety, that the other Order members were unharmed, or that the ones who had been there for the wedding had been clever enough to go into hiding and avoid their homes. He prayed that his family come out of this alive. It seemed like hours that he watched the stationary Death Eaters, he felt like it had been weeks since his wedding, not hours, he longed to go to Fleur, who had tears running down her face.

His vision moved however when Malfoy had stopped pacing and crouched down in front of Fred.

"Where's Harry Potter?"

"I don't have a clue, why do you ask?"

"Do not joke with me. I know you know where he is. So I will ask again; where is Harry Potter?"

"We don't know." Fred said it with such an air of determination and finality that Malfoy decided to change his plan.

He stood once more and began to pace, this time however the other two remaining Death Eaters joined him, circling all the Weasley's and Order members.

"What a joyful occasion we have interrupted today. Tell me which one of you boys is lucky enough to get to marry this lovely young lady?" as Malfoy spoke the Death Eater who was standing directly behind Fleur had bent down and stroked her cheek with his callous hand, leering at her behind his mask.

"Why! Don't you look beautiful all dressed up?" As he spoke, Bill recognised the voice as belonging to Macnair, whose hand slowly moving down her neck and across her shoulders pushing down the strap of her dress,

"I bet you'd look even lovelier without…" his words however were cut of by Bill.

"Get off her you bastard." His voice was strong and hard. He felt a hand pull his hair, so hard all of his head tilted upwards.

"Ahh, so you're the lucky one, hey? Since you find it so easy to answer, maybe we should question you. Tell me; where is Harry Potter?"

"We don't know." Bill said through gritted teeth.

"Alright then, since you don't seem to want to tell us, maybe you can inform us of the whereabouts of the other Weasley child? One appears to be missing." Malfoy sneered and seemed to enjoy the joint intake of breathe that came from the Weasley's, although he didn't say anymore, he simply waited for someone to speak.

"He's upstairs, in the highest room, suffering from spattergroit." George answered.

"Crabbe, Go and check, we must make sure the story is true, if not, we can have some fun." Malfoy ordered with a twisted smile on his face, turning back to the Weasley's, ignoring everyone else who had been incapacitated by the anti-Dissapparation charm. He stood in front of Ginny.

"Maybe you will be able tell me the whereabouts of Harry Potter, considering your special relationship with him. Oh yes Draco informed me of that." He leered at her, enjoying the slight pained expression on her face that surfaced when he mentioned her relationship with Harry.

Anger was raging through Bill now, as much as he hated the Death Eaters leering over his wife, he loathed the way they seemed to enjoy fawning over his little sister, taking pleasure on seeing her emotional hurt. He knew it would be impossible to reach for his wand, which was located in his robes. He knew the only way they would get out of the situation was by remaining calm, something he was having trouble with. He cautiously watched Malfoy and Macnair circling around them, waiting for Crabbe's confirmation that 'Ron' was sick in bed, both fingering their wands longingly.

No one said anything. It was unwise for anyone to try to converse, although Bill could tell the worries of his family; all hoping that Harry, Ron and Hermione were safe, that the other guests escaped without capture. They all prayed that the Death Eaters believed their story.

After what seemed like hours Crabbe returned;

"It seems their story checks out." His gruffly voice said, sending a look full of distaste and slight disappointment at the Weasley's.

"Well, Well, Well, it seems you are rather fortunate. However if I find you do happen to know about the location of Harry Potter, we wont be so understanding." Malfoy sneered, giving a pointed look towards Ginny. He gave a look of loathing to all the Weasley's before stopping at Mr Weasley.

"Enjoy your work while you can Weasley, I suspect the Ministry wont be too accommodating of Blood Traitors for much longer… although I think your son will be allowed to stay, after all he seems to be wise enough to chose the correct side…maybe he can help us." Malfoy got the reaction he wanted; as he finished speaking Mr Weasley reached for his wand sending a Stunning charm towards the Death Eater, only for Malfoy to create shield to rebound the oncoming spell. His shield was so strong that it hit Mr Weasley causing him to fly into the air into the pillar supporting the marquee.

"Its time you learnt your place Weasley. Crabbe, Macnair, lets get out of this hole." With one last look of disgust the Death Eaters removed the anti-Dissapparation charm; they turned on the spot and vanished.

Nobody moved, all wondering whether the Death Eaters had actually gone. It wasn't until Mrs Weasley went to tend to her husband that the feeling returned in Bill's legs, and he headed to Fleur, engulfing her into a hug.

"We should replace the wards back around the area and check The Burrow's surroundings just to make sure the Death Eaters have gone. Tonks will you assist?" Lupin asked, wanting to leave the Weasley's in private, she nodded and they made their way towards the boundary of The Burrow.

"Come now Arthur, are you sure you're alright?"

"I'm fine Molly. I just hope everyone else managed to get away. Now I think we need to get a message to a certain three people."

"Do you know where they are Dad?" Charlie asked, worry evident in his voice.

"No I don't, but hopefully a Patronus will be able to find them," He went to pick up his wand and produced the Weasel telling it who to find, before watching it disappear into the distance.