It seemed like only yesterday. The day that would remain in the forefront of our minds. The day one

of us left, forever. Never to be spoken of again. The day our happiness was shattered. The

day Percival Ignatius Weasley left. The family will never be the same again. We are all parts of a

whole. With one of us missing, a part of the whole is gone. We are incomplete without that part. We

are not the same without him. He-Who-Betrayed. He, who turned his back on his heritage, his

family, his friends, his childhood...his home. One of us is missing. We wonder if this is a new

beginning; if Percival was merely the first to leave. Who would follow? Who would be next to walk

the same path, the same lonely footsteps of betrayal? Would it be Charlie? Ron? Ginny? Was this

family ill-fated, to be destroyed slowly? They say that the quickest way to destroy something

powerful is from the inside, out. Our number is decreasing. Are we doomed? We do not know. All

we can think of is the infamous day. The day one of ours left. The day we were betrayed. The day

we became incomplete. The day Percival Weasley abandoned those closest to him. The day we died.

Molly&Arthur Weasley

and children