It was a short note that arrived at Molly Weasley's home on this afternoon. It was Charlie's writing, which was always worrying, since he was a even more lazy in send letters to his mother than his brothers. He barely visited his family more than once a year.
With slightly shivering hands she took the letter of the express owls hand and opened the envelope.
"Mom" she read."You need to come and bring everyone with you." under the letter was an address in Rue, France. She knew that Bill and Fleur during the Christmas holidays (She'd was very unhappy about them not wanting to visit the burrow for Christmas), so Charlie was with them, which meant that something was really wrong.
She called Albus and and Lily, the children of her daughter Ginny in the house. They'd played in the she flooed her husband and send urgent owls to all her children.
If Charlie says everyone has to come you could trust he needed help.
When she arrived in the little village at the channel there about half an hour later she was close to tears. "Charlie!" she screamed and her second oldest spread his arms so she could run into his arms, the kids following behind her.
"It's okay, stop crying." he muttered, patting her back awkwardly until she had calmed down enough to look up.
Through her watery, pale eyelashes she saw a boy, with black, messy hair and a face that just looked too much like..."Harry!" she whispered in disbelief.
"Not exactly. He's called Fréderic." grinned Bill who stepped out of the door of the little house in front if her. He's one of the reason we wanted you to come." she nodded numbly, finally letting go if the boy.
"B'jour, Madame! I'm Fred." the boy said politely and reaching out his small hand that she took it in her own, ignoring the sting in her heart when she heard the name of her dead son.
"Nice to meet you. Fred. I'm Molly Weasley and I'm very sure that I'm your grandmother." the boys eyes got big, but he laughed.
"I don't even have parents how should I have a grandmother!" he snorted and let her hand go, a distanced look later he took the basket in his hands, stumbling slightly until he balanced out the weight.
"Excuse me, but I have to go back. Henry gets angry when I'm not on time for déjeuner." he rambled and ran towards the pub on the other side of the market having it obviously hurrying away from Molly and the others.
An hour later the family was almost completely present, just Ginny, Molly's youngest child, and her older brother George were still missing, being not able to leave work so suddenly.
Fleur had come back from the beach they'd started cooking a meal for all the people around.
Since the desk was too small the kids were sitting on the stairs, a bowl of fresh fish soup on their knees.
"the thing is..." said Bill rubbing his face tiredly. "...we...Charlie and I... think that this little boy, Fred, is our missing nephew James." he looked like had no sleep last night.
"I went to the pub across the street last night to drink a beer and the cook, that is the kids guardian..." his voice broke, and looked around them as if searching for the right words.
"...I think it is Ron." he finally managed to say quietly.
"Don't you f*cking dare to make jokes about this and bring our hopes up." whispered Percy, raw hurt in his eyes. Molly winced at his words. It was very unusual for hier third son to use "bad words".
Arthur arm cramped around Mollys shoulders as she watched her children trying to not cry again.
"I'm sure he is. He looks like him, he talks like him... the scars in his arms...it's him!" stutters Bill the water in the glasses shivering from the wild magic, fueled by emotions.
A moment later Percy rushed out of the house and towards the café des sports "Percy! Wait!" screamed Bill and the glasses on the table exploded, but Percy didn't listen and they saw them close the door of the pub behind him.
"Shit!" muttered Bill sitting down again. Fleur was on her feet and fixed the broken glasses with a swing of her wand faster than Molly could react.
"It's not like we can all waltz in there and take him with us." Charlie takes over explaining avoiding to look up. "Bill's sure he doesn't remember us. We don't know what happened, but he gave himself and James another name and he treated Bill like a stranger."