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Chapter Eleven: Missing

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Mrs. Weasley had gotten up early that morning.

She stood by a frying pan, guarding the bacon with a spatula. All of her six boys were home for Christmas, and food was scarce. She could relax a bit, since only Bill was in the kitchen, reading the Prophet.

She wished Bill would cut his hair. He was such a nice-looking boy, and his fang earring was simply ridiculous. The fashion these days was getting out of hand.

One teenager Mrs. Weasley could count on to be appropriate was Marley Bennett, Fred and George's little friend. She was such a nice girl, and never had hair in her face. Mrs. Weasley sighed. The poor girl was going through a hard time, with her mother dying, and having to move into her aunt's house.

It was a pity she couldn't visit them, Fred and George might have been able to cheer her up. Then again, they might just corrupt her with their foolish ways.

Mrs. Weasley transferred the crisp bacon from the pan, to a plate, setting it on the table next to a pan of eggs and a pitcher of pumpkin juice.

"Bill, could you wake up the boys?" Mrs. Weasley asked. "Breakfast is ready, and I don't want it to get cold."

Bill nodded, getting up. "Sure, Mum," he said, trying to sneak a piece of bacon, but Mrs. Weasley pointed her spatula at him threateningly. He pulled back his hand sheepishly, and backed out of the room.

Once at the top of the stairs, he opened the first bedroom door: Ginny's. She had recently painted blue over her once pink walls, saying she wasn't a baby anymore. Bill tiptoed over to his baby sister, currently curled up in a ball under her broomstick sheets.

"Gin, breakfast's ready," Bill whispered. Ginny didn't move. "Ginny, you have to get up," he said a little louder. She groaned, and rolled over, pulling a pillow over her head.

Bill shook his head; he hadn't wanted it to come to this. "Ginny, Harry's here, and he wants to talk to you," he said, trying not to laugh as the red-haired girl shot up.

"WHAT? Why didn't anyone tell me he was coming?" she demanded, leaping out of bed and sprinting to her closet.

Halfway there, she paused. "Hang on," Ginny whirled around to find her brother doubled over from laughter, "Harry's not here, is he?" Ginny demanded, hands on her hips.

Bill could only shake his head, and duck a hairbrush that had been thrown his way. He made dash for the door, dodging other various objects. Once safely in the hall, he chuckled to himself, making his way to the next room, which was Charlie's.

Charlie was easy to wake, if you knew how to do it. Bill approached his snoring brother, and picked up the water glass resting on the table. He got the idea when Fred had told him about his friend doing the same thing to him. She sounded like quite the interesting girl.

Quickly, as to avoid any fatal injuries, he sloshed the water over his brother, and then dove for the door. He closed it just in time.

Next was Percy, who would be fairly easy. He was lying open mouthed on his desk, drooling all over a letter to a girl named Penelope. Bill made a metal note to tease him about that later.

"Cauldron…thickness…bottom…" Percy mumbled, making Bill bite his knuckle to stifle his laugh. He decided to leave Percy to wake up on his own; it would save him a lecture on personal space.

Ron was next, and Bill was surprised he hadn't woken himself up with his snores. A simple pillow in the face took care of him, followed by a few choice words that were not what you would call 'loving'.

Last, but not least, were Fred and George. As Bill entered their room, he sensed something was wrong. He went over to Fred's bed and pulled the covers back. Just a few pillows in the shape of a person were what he saw, and it was the same with George.

Where the bloody hell were they?

Bill checked in the closet, in the bathroom, and under the bed. They were nowhere to be found. He walked back down to the kitchen, puzzled. They weren't at the kitchen table either, or outside.

Everyone was already at the table, with the exception of Mr. Weasley, who was at work at the Ministry.

"What is it Bill?" asked Mrs. Weasley, after scolding Ron for taking too much bacon.

"Did Dad take Fred and George to work today?" Bill asked, taking a seat. "They aren't in their room."

Mrs. Weasley's spatula clattered to the floor. "What did you say?" Her face was dangerous.

"Er, they aren't in their room?" Bill said, but it came out as a question.

"Check again. They might be playing one of their pranks or something," Charlie offered, spreading marmalade on his toast.

"Leave it to them to spoil a perfectly good morning meal with one of their silly games," scoffed Percy, sitting high and mighty in his quill-covered flannels.

In the end, everyone ended up looking for them. Bill and Charlie in the twins' room, Ginny and Mrs. Weasley outside, and Percy and Ron in the house. After twenty minutes of nothing, they gave up and were about to call Mr. Weasley when Bill found something.

It was a note written by Marley. It read:

Dear Fred,

I'm not sure when I'll see you next. My aunt has forbidden me to got back to Hogwarts, or see any of my friends. I'm going to run away before she can put me in a boarding school. I just want you to know that I'll miss you. Tell the others that I'm all right, and that I'll miss them, too.

Your friend,

Marley.

"Hey, Charlie. I think I found something," said Bill, holding up the letter. Once Charlie had read it, they looked at each other, knowing exactly what had happened.

"Hey, Mum!" shouted Bill out of the window.

"Yes dear?" answered Mrs. Weasley.

"The car isn't in the garage, is it?" Mrs. Weasley asked Ginny to look, and she came back minutes later.

"No," Ginny hollered up to Bill.

Bill ducked back into the room, closing the window.

"They've gone to get her, haven't they?" Charlie asked.

"Yes, Charlie," said Bill gravely, "I'm afraid they have."

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Okay, I know the car crashed, but in this story Ron missed the Whomping Willow by a little. Review?