~19~
Everybody hurled themselves anxiously towards the Burrow. Ginny slipped on the slick grass, and Hermione picked her up. Mrs. Weasley's face cried with desperation, and she slammed herself against the door. She sobbed as she slid to her knees. Mrs. Weasley, Mrs. Figg, Charlie, and Percy stood ready with their wands. They moved Mrs. Weasley, out of the way, and cautiously opened the front door. Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Hermione had stayed outside as advised.
Everything in their house was ransacked. Doors everywhere left wide open, tables turned over, curtains ripped, even blood lay on the carpet. They gloomily looked around the house, only to find more disarray, but they could not find Fred or George.
A trail of blood led them to find a dead Errol. Mr. Weasley sadly covered him with a cloth, and continued to look through the house. Fred and George weren't in their room, but ripped order forms and dysfunctional Canary Creams lay smashed on the floor.
Hagrid's beady eyes filled with tears, Mrs. Figg put her hand to her mouth as her face sagged, and the Weasleys could do nothing but gaze desparately. The Death Eaters, or whoever had trashed the house, had stolen a few things- including a few of Harry's birthday presents and some of the Weasleys money. They seemed not to worry too much about this at the time though.
Suddenly the five of them heard an outrageous scream from outside. They rushed down the stairs and outside to see Mrs. Weasley crying feverently as she held a shaken, but alive, Fred and George in her arms.
Everybody hurled themselves anxiously towards the Burrow. Ginny slipped on the slick grass, and Hermione picked her up. Mrs. Weasley's face cried with desperation, and she slammed herself against the door. She sobbed as she slid to her knees. Mrs. Weasley, Mrs. Figg, Charlie, and Percy stood ready with their wands. They moved Mrs. Weasley, out of the way, and cautiously opened the front door. Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Hermione had stayed outside as advised.
Everything in their house was ransacked. Doors everywhere left wide open, tables turned over, curtains ripped, even blood lay on the carpet. They gloomily looked around the house, only to find more disarray, but they could not find Fred or George.
A trail of blood led them to find a dead Errol. Mr. Weasley sadly covered him with a cloth, and continued to look through the house. Fred and George weren't in their room, but ripped order forms and dysfunctional Canary Creams lay smashed on the floor.
Hagrid's beady eyes filled with tears, Mrs. Figg put her hand to her mouth as her face sagged, and the Weasleys could do nothing but gaze desparately. The Death Eaters, or whoever had trashed the house, had stolen a few things- including a few of Harry's birthday presents and some of the Weasleys money. They seemed not to worry too much about this at the time though.
Suddenly the five of them heard an outrageous scream from outside. They rushed down the stairs and outside to see Mrs. Weasley crying feverently as she held a shaken, but alive, Fred and George in her arms.