Sorry this chapter so so much shorter than my others, but I wanted to leave it as kind of a cliffhanger, so I had to cut it off where I did. ANYWAYS! I would like to thank: fred20 for adding this story to their favorite story list; Isabella Lupin Nyte, xXRosexScorpiusXx, mlkduds009, HPlovaa, night-star-93, YukiKyoMomiji for reviewing. THANKS A BUNCH!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I own only Willow as well as a few other people, places, and things. But that is all.
As far as the poll is concerned, Remus and Tonks are winning! (I really love them)
I actually slept peacefully that night, much to my surprise. I was also surprised that when I woke up, Fred and Daphne were gone. Fred and I usually wake up together, then we switch off who gets Daphne ready. I looked around the room and saw that the door was ajar and I figured Fred took Daphne down stairs.
Since we left in such a rush, I didn't have any clothes with me. I rummaged though the dresser drawer, looking for something. I found an old T-shit of Fred's and a pair of his boxers and just though that on since the only clothing I had with me was my robe.
Once I was somewhat dressed, I went down to the kitchen. Fred was at the table, feeding Daphne while Mrs. Weasley fiddled with the radio. "There you two are," I said, sitting down next to Fred.
"You looked so peaceful, I couldn't wake you. I figured I'd just feed Daphne while you slept," Fred said with Daphne perched happily on his lap.
"Is she ok? She's not sick or anything, right?" I asked.
"She's fine. Why would she be sick?"
"She was out in the cold with nothing more than her jammies and my robe to keep her warm!" I said. I didn't want to take her out in the cold last night, but there was no other way. We needed to leave the house and we needed to leave in a hurry.
"She's fine, Willow. She's fine. Mean while, I was out there in nothing but my boxers, standing bare foot in the snow and you don't ask if I'm ok," he said, turning his head away from me, feigning being upset.
"You're tough, she's just a wittle baby," I said, then rested my head on his shoulder. "But I'm glad you didn't get frost bite." I smiled up and him and he leaned down and kissed my lips.
"Do you have any other place to stay?" Mrs. Weasley asked, giving up with the radio. Fred and I shook our heads and she smiled. "Then you'll just have to stay here."
"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley," I said. I knew she would let us stay, but it was just nice having her actually say it.
"Please, deary, after everything that's happened, call me Molly." She smiled and let the kitchen.
"You get to call her Molly now. Pretty soon, it'll be Mum," Fred said with a smile on his face. I smiled too.
"I feel so much more accept now."
"You've always been accepted."
"I know, but now I feel like I'm actually a Weasley."
"Soon, you really will be."
xoxo
While Fred and I stayed at the Burrow, he, George, and Lee continued Potterwatch. I liked listening to it more when I had other people to listen with. If I heard the names of anymore of my family members (thankfully I didn't) I won't be alone and would have people there to help me.
I still didn't know the location of where they did Potterwatch. All I knew was that it took about a half hour for Fred to get home after it was over; an hour at most if he went to spend time with George and Lee, but if he was going to be later, he would send a patronus to me so I wouldn't worry.
I wasn't really worried when forty five minutes had pasted since the last Potterwatch ended. But when an hour had passed, then an hour and a half, then two hours had gone and I still hadn't heard anything I started to worry. He had never gone this long without telling me he would be late.
"Molly," I said, holding Daphne close to me, "you haven't heard from Fred, have you?"
"No, deary, I haven't." She was just as worried as I was. I had been upstairs, looking out the window for him, while she sat downstairs, keeping watch there.
"I'm really worried about him," I said. I really wanted to start crying, I was so worried, but the tears just wouldn't fall. They stayed behind my eyes, making my vision blurry.
"I am too, Willow. Why don't you write to Angelina and ask her if she knows anything." Just as I was about to pull out my wand, a patronus appeared in the middle of the kitchen. Just for a split second, I thought it was Fred, but a female voice started to speak.
"George hasn't returned home and it's been nearly two hours. I'm really worried and was wondering if he was there." The patronus faded. I glanced over at Mrs. Weasley. If George hadn't returned and Fred hadn't returned, where were they?
I quickly sent a reply to Angelina, telling her that I haven't seen George or Fred.
As it grew darker outside, Daphne grew more tired. It was weird, putting her to bed myself. I hadn't done that since she was first born. When she was sleeping, I went back down to the kitchen where Mrs. Weasley was. Mr. Weasley was out with a search party, looking for the twins.
"I'm really scared," I said softly once I had sat back down. Mrs. Weasley reached out and grabbed my hand.
"I am too, Willow. But the twins are strong, they'll make it back home," she said with a weak smile. I was pretty confident that she was saying it more to convince herself than me.
An hour or so later, Mr. Weasley came back. He didn't look happy. "We found Lee. He was beat up pretty bad. He said that a couple of snatchers found them and took Fred and George."
"But...but you'll find them, right?" I asked, feeling my body start to tremble with fear.
"The search party is still going and we have managed to find others that have been taken by snatchers before..." said Mr. Weasley, but I could tell he was leaving something out.
"But..." I continued for him.
"They haven't always been alive," he said in almost a whisper. Mrs. Weasley couldn't take it anymore and started sobbing muttering 'My boys! My boys!' over and over again.
"It's alright, Molly," Mr. Weasley said, going to comfort his wife. "We have an excellent search party going. The best we could ever ask for. I'll make sure our boys come home safe and sound." Mrs. Weasley clung to her husband tightly, simply nodding her head.
I dragged myself out of the kitchen and into the bedroom. Daphne was sound asleep as I looked down at her in her crib. "You look so much like your father, angel. So much." I ran my fingers through her soft hair as I started to cry again. "Grandpa's gonna make sure he comes home, ok? Daddy will come home to us. He wouldn't leave us alone."
I crawled into bed, laying on my side. I had my arm stretched out, like it was wrapped around an invisible Fred. "Please come home safely," I muttered. I felt it was best not to get myself too worked up and wake Daphne, so I closed my eyes and drifted into a dreamless sleep.
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