I apologise for any mistake in grammar etc. English isn't my native language and this is my first story in English, so don't flame me!

I don't own anything in this story. Characters and places belong to J.K. Rowling.

Summary: An attack of the Dark Lord hits Gringotts, and a certain Fred Weasley is caught in the middle of it. Will he live to see another day?

" Talking "

' Thinking '

PITCH BLACK

CHAPTER TWO

Fred walked into Gringotts. He looked around, and smiled. Everything was still the same. Even after You-Know-Who had risen, for the second time, it was still as busy as always at the bank. Goblins hurried around, taking with them Witches and Wizards, into the dark places behind the doors, where the money was safely kept.

He walked over to one of the Goblins that took care of the visiting people. He coughed to let his presence be known. The Goblin looked up from his work and frowned.

"One minute, mister!" He then went back to writing in his book. After a few minutes Fred started to get restless and bored. He looked at his watch and considered walking over to another Goblin, just as the one in front of him finished whatever he was doing and looked up.

"Name?"

"Fredrick Weasley," Fred answered, and cringed. He always hated it when he had to say his full name. Honestly, who in his right mind would call his child Fredrick?

"Key, please."

Wordlessly, Fred handed the key to his vault over. The Goblin looked at it and wrote something in his book. He then looked at Fred again.

"Follow him, please."

Another Goblin came walking over to them. Fred took his key back and followed the Goblin toward one of the many doors. They came into a small passage, one that Fred knew very well. It was lit by torches, and had a rail in the middle of it. The Goblin whistled, and from out of nowhere came a small caddie riding towards them.

"Come on, get in," the Goblin urged. Fred stepped into the caddie, and they took off. After a few moments of silence, Fred decided that a conversation wouldn't be too bad.

"So, do you like this work?" he asked. The Goblin glanced at him, and resumed looking forward. Fred frowned. Why was it that those Goblins never liked to talk? He sighed, and tried again.

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"So, what do you think?" George asked with a smile. He leaned casually against the counter and looked straight at his mother. "Not bad for a prank shop, huh?"

Molly looked at one of their latest improvements of their firework with slight interest. "I wouldn't have thought there would be so much people interested," she admitted rather reluctant. "Perhaps it's better than I thought it would be."

George smirked. "Thought so." He pointed at a door behind the counter. "You should check this out. Fred and I thought it would be funny if you'd hand your wand over at someone and than having the wand curse that person on it's own. So, at first we made them with simple things, such as changing hair-colours and such, then we had a lot of wizards and witches buying it to annoy their little brothers and sisters which were still too young to do magic. Next thing we know, people want more complicated spells on it. They sell very well."

Molly nodded. She looked at the wands. They looked as ordinary wands. "So how do you know if it's a false one or not?" she asked. George smirked.

"You don't. That's the fun of it."

Ginny yelled from the front of the store for George. He and his mother walked toward her voice, and they found her pointing at some Quaffles.

"What are those?"

George grinned and opened his mouth to respond, but he never answered. Suddenly there was a loud explosion that rocked the entire street. The windows shattered, and glass flew everywhere. Ginny and Hermione screamed, and covered their faces with their arms, as the balls where they were looking at fell to the ground.

Another explosion followed the first one, and this time the shaking remained for a while. George ducked to the ground and grabbed for his wand. He didn't know how long he'd lain there, but eventually the shaking stopped, save for some small tremors. George finally dared looking up, and gasped at the sight that met him.

Their store, their beautiful store was a mess. Their products had fallen to the ground, many of them smashed and broken. He looked around, already calculating how much repairing everything was going to cost.

"Is everybody okay?" he asked. His voice sounded hoarse.

"What the bloody hell was that?" Ron exclaimed. He was holding onto Hermione, who unfortunately had been hit with one of the fireworks.

"I don't know," Molly answered. She kneeled next to Hermione. "Let me see this."

Hermione whimpered at the soft touch. Molly frowned. "That must hurt. Poor girl. Ginny, why don't you take her home. I'm sure we have a first-aid kit there. You know what to do with burns, right?"

Ginny nodded and helped Hermione up. She then walked to the back, from were she would floo back to the Burrow.

From outside screaming reached their ears. "Come on, let's see what's going on," Harry said.

"No way. You are going to stay here. There's no way I'll let anything happen to any of you," Molly said with such determination in her voice that Harry cringed slightly.

Ron peered outside. "It looks like there's something happening at Gringotts," he said slowly. George stood beside him. He paled.

"No," he murmured. "No…"

He then made a run for the door, but Ron and Harry jumped at him and held him back.

"No George!" Molly shouted.

"Don't you understand?" George screamed. He struggled against his little brother and friend, but even though he was older, he couldn't get free. "Fred's there, he was going to get money. He's there! Let me go!"

The next thing he knew, was that Ron let go of his arms, in shock. He then was able to push Harry aside and ran out of the door. He heard his name being cried, but didn't care. All he wanted was getting to Fred. For he knew that something terrible had happened.

That's the next chapter. Took me long to update, but I had this huge writing block. It's like they're even bigger when you write in a different language than your own.

Anyway, please review. I could really use some advice at how to make my story better.