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June 8, 1986

Voldemort smiled evilly to himself over his latest accomplishment. Two days ago, Alastor Moody had been a living, breathing Auror. Now, he was a cold, silent corpse in a darkened alley. Voldemort swept away, his Mark floating in the air above.
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Present Day

"A death certificate? But..."


Harry nodded. "I know. It shouldn't be possible. But it is. Which means that the situation is more dangerous that we thought."

"Then what do we do?"

Harry gazed at his friends solemnly. "There's almost nothing we can do, until Dumbledore finds an explanation."

"Well, it's obvious isn't it?" The trio turned to see a smirking Draco Malfoy behind them. He had been unusually quiet since his father's death. Now, it appeared, his one-time arrogance had returned. "I'm surprised the Mudblood-" Hermione's eyes flashed. "-hasn't figured it out yet. But I guess you're all too stupid."

Ron reached in his robes for his wand as the Slytherin stalked away. Harry grabbed his arm. "Even if he does know something, there's no good in fighting him, Ron. That's what he wants."

He opened his mouth to say more, when Ron seemed to flicker before his eyes. The next minute, he was gone.
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June 14, 1986

"Invisiblus." Voldemort whispered. He vanished from sight as doctors and nurses of Mundago's Wizarding Hospital rushed to the room with the Dark Mark floating in the hall. He smiled gleefully as a panicked Arthur Weasley rushed into the room, followed by the young twins. He wanted to stay and watch the fun, but he had more work to do. He DisApparated.
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Arthur Weasley rushed into the room. He stopped at the scene before him, and sank slowly to his knees. Molly Weasley lay on the bed, her once brilliant blue eyes now dulled forever. In her arms was their newborn son. The one they were going to name Ronald. The other three boys, who had come to see their new brother, were also dead.

"Daddy?" Arthur turned, and saw the twins. Thank God he still had them. "What happened to them?"

"They're gone, boys." he whispered sadly. "And they aren't coming back."
Arthur gathered the twins close to him, and they stayed that way for several minutes.
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Present Day

Harry and Hermione stared at the place where Ron had stood a moment earlier.

"Harry...what happened?" Hermione questioned shakily.

"Ron's gone." Harry whispered. He gulped back the limp in his throat. "I think...I think what happened to Moody...I think it just happened to Ron." He spotted Fred and George walking their way.

"What do we tell them?"

"What happened, as best as we can explain it." Harry walked over to the twins. "Um, Fred? George? I have bad news."

"What is it, Harry?"

"Ron...just vanished before our eyes. I think..." Harry never got to finish. He was too stunned by the twin's reaction.

Instead of laughing at the idea of Ron vanishing into thin air, or becoming subdued, the twins' faces had clouded over with anger.

"Do you think you're being funny, Harry?" George hissed.

"What do you mean? I'm being serious. Ron, your brother, just vanished. Don't you care?"

Fred glared at Harry. "Our brother, Ron, as well as everyone else we loved except for Dad, was killed the day he was born."
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A/N: I wasn't even expecting that. Wow. I wonder what Voldemort will do next. Guess we'll just have to wait and see what comes into my head.