Hello All! I just wanted to let you know that Chapter ten part one and two have been condensed into one big chapter. Thanks so much for your support! Requests for chapters? It doesn't have to be Fred and Gabrielle, any of the Weasley's are fine. Have a great rest of summer!

Gabrielle's eyes flew open. She pulled the covers back from her and jumped out of bed, rushing to the bathroom down the hall. She reached the toilet just in time to throw up the contents of last nights hearty meal. Why does this have to happen right this minute! Gabrielle thought to herself miserably, as another wave of nausea overcame her. She heard a noise, felt a warm hand rubbing her back in slow circles, felt another hand pulling back the hair from her face.

"Fred," She managed before hurling once more.

"Shhh," was all he said, rubbing her back some more. When Gabrielle was finally done, Fred wetted a washcloth and wiped her face off.

"Thanks, now I feel like a baby," Gabrielle joked as she reached for her toothbrush Fred had gotten for her and some toothpaste.

"Are you okay now?" Fred asked, concerned, hand resting on the small of her back.

"Yeah, I'm fine, my stomach wasn't though," Gabrielle grimaced, placing a hand lightly on her belly.

"Must have been all that rich food,"

"Yeah, must have been," Gabrielle answered, her voice hollow, not really believing that.

"No, no, no!" Molly's agonized cries filled the whole house.

"My god, what's the matter?" Fred and Gabrielle rushed down the stairs only to find Mrs. Weasley's crumpled form on the floor.

"Dad, what's wrong?" Arthur Weasley simply stated,

"Ron's gone. He left a note, brief but to the point." He held it out and Gabrielle took it from his hands, Fred reading over her shoulder.

Everyone-

I'm leaving to find Harry and Hermione. I feel so guilty for leaving them and it's up to me to get back together with them. Do not be mad. I'll be careful mum.

Love,

Ron

"Well, that was to the point," Gabrielle was at a loss for words and just began to make breakfast, cracking some eggs into a bowl. Once they were cooking though, she had a hard time. "Ginny, would you please take over with the eggs," She put a hand over her nose," I'm starting to feel sick,"

"Are you alright?"

"Well I wasn't this morning," Gabrielle told her. Ginny just looked worried.

"I wouldn't be too upset, but what about your dizzy spell last night. Could they be related?"

"Oh I don't think so," Gabrielle said, quite unconvincingly.

"You're probably right," Ginny didn't seem to convinced either.

"I think it's a good idea to go and feed the chickens," Bill said, picking up a bucket of grain by the back door.

"Yes...good idea," Mrs. Weasley replied faintly. Bill gave his mother a kiss on the top of her head and opened the door.

"Woah!" Charlie exclaimed. A sheet of snow was covering the door. Gabrielle ran over to the window and opened it. It was covered in snow as well. George called from upstairs, " I can see the roof of the chicken house from up here!" Bill dashed up the stairs, followed by Bill and Fred. Angelina closed the front door again.

"That's odd. I was wondering why it was so dark down here,

"I thought it might have been the curtains,"

"I didn't notice anything," Mrs. Weasley sniffed. Come to think of it, upstairs was so much brighter than downstairs. What with the commotion, no one noticed. Fleur struck a match and lit a few more candles.

"There that iz much better!" Fleur nodded her head and threw the burnt matches in the trash.

"Breakfast!" Gabrielle hollered up the stairs. George leaned over from the fourth corner railing. "Come on up, you have to see this!" Gabrielle hurried up the stairs, as well as the other girls, leaving Mr and Mrs Weasley to themselves. It was very funny indeed. Fred, Charlie and Bill were all on muggle snowshoes that they had nicked from Arthur and Molly's room. They were walking on the snow carefully-well at least Gabrielle hoped they were being careful. Knowing the boys, they wouldn't be. Ginny and Angelina put their hands on their hips.

"Guys, come back in! Breakfast is ready! Eggs, toast, bacon?" Gabrielle was trying the push the bile rising in the back of her throat at the thought of food.

"Come on, just a few more minutes," Charlie pleaded. Tonks came into the room, eyes widening at the sight of the snow to the second, third, fourth-oh whatever floor this was.

"Now! Or I'll come out and get you and you know I'll sink in the snow." Gabrielle threatened, putting her leg over the window sash.

"You wouldn't," Bill teased.

"Oh wouldn't I?" Gabrielle placed her foot gingerly on the snow. Placing a bit more weight on it, her foot sank even further. Her sock was beginning to get wet, but Gabrielle was never one to back out of anything. She swung her other leg over, now sitting on the ledge. Fred was starting to walk slowly back, motioning for the others to follow him. They grumbled but obliged. "I knew you'd come!" Gabrielle laughed, putting her arms around Fred and smelling his cologne.

"Yeah I'm a sucker for believing everything you say,"

"Come on, breakfast is on the table," Mrs. Weasley, after eating, had retired to bed and Arthur was on his way to work.

"Take care of yourselves today," He said, nodding at Lupin since he was now the oldest one here.

"Be careful dad," Bill said, giving his father a hug.

"Bye dad, see you later," Ginny was enveloped in her father's arms.

"Ginny dear, take care,"

"I will," And with that he was gone with a "pop"

"No thanks," Gabrielle passed up an offer of toast and bacon.

"Eggs then?" It was Tonks this time.

"No, I'm not very hungry," Stomach turning at the thought, sight and smell of food.

"You sure?" Fred asked bumping her elbow. He took her hand under the table and squeezed. Gabrielle still marveled at how Fred could make her feel. Even now here legs turn to jelly, chills run down her spine and butterflies invade her stomach.

"Yeah, I don't think it would be a good idea right now,"

"Still feeling poorly?"

"Mmm-hm,"

"Maybe we should take you to ?"

"Are you kidding? It's only a little stomachache. Besides, it's snowing and it's not exactly safe to be out,"

"You're right, I'm just concerned,"

"I understand," Gabrielle smiled reassuringly. "Now, does anyone want seconds?"

Whoosh. Ginny flew by, a streak of red in the sky. Gabrielle smiled as the wind whipped through her curls. This was a very good idea, a game of Quidditch. It was girls against guys, Bill, Charlie, Lupin, Fred and George and Gabrielle, Ginny, Tonks and Angelina. Baby Teddy was inside napping. With the game at 40 to 70, girls in the lead, the only thing left to do was get the golden snitch. Bill was the seeker on the guys team with Angelina being seeker for the girls. Tonks was made official beater, since she had a habit of being quite klutzy, it was the only position somewhat fit to her needs. Gabrielle was the keeper and she was doing a pretty good job, even though she was used to chaser. Besides the boys had more players, so they had an advantage and look, the girls were winning.

"Come on Ginny! Hey Charlie watch out!" Charlie swerved, then realized there was no bludger, but it was too late, Ginny had scored a goal.

"Ugg! Gabrielle!" Charlie yelled, waving his fist in the air.

"What Charlie? Did I do something wrong?" Gabrielle asked sweetly.

"I don't know, did you?" Charlie replied with just as much fake sweetness as Gabrielle was giving.

"Maybeee," Gabrielle laughed and blocked a throw from Lupin.

"Nice!" Angelina called. Gabrielle mock bowed.

Percy Weasley drummed his fingers on his desk. He looked up and out of the window at the snow swirling. He'd always hated snow. A knock came from the door.

"Yes?"

"The Minister would like to meet with you,"

"Right away!" Percy hopped up, pushed his glasses that were sliding down his nose and gathered together his notes. A pencil was placed behind his ear and his hair was flattened down.

He hurried out of his small office, shutting the door and scurrying out into the main hall and towards the elevators. Jumping inside an almost empty compartment.

"Hello Percy," Percy jumped a the voice. His father's voice.

"Father," He replied stiffly. "How is everyone," His voice was polite enough to be talking to a stranger.

"Fine, missing you," Percy glanced up, startled.

"I wouldn't think anyone would miss me," Percy picked at the corner of his notes, folding the corner of the paper over and over.

"I wouldn't either but we all do, your mother especially,"

"Well you don't like my job at the ministry," Percy huffed. The elevator stopped. It was Arthur's stop.

"I never said I did. I think you love your job more than anything else," Then he was gone. Percy was left to stand there, brushing a stray tear from his eye and angrily storming off at his stop.