Family Reunions

'DANIEL, YOU BASTARD!' Terry screeched when she was deposited onto the floor in front of the twins. 'YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHI-' before she could finish her sentence her mouth was bound, and she fumbled inside her robes for her wand but stopped when Daniel pointed his in her face.

'Now there's sibling love!' Voldemort said, and pulled his wand away, 'from what I've heard you always were the disappointing one in the family,' he said in fake sadness, shaking his head. 'Ah, well, you'll have a chance to redeem yourself in a moment, but first I want to tell everyone something! Oh dear siblings of these two, come on ooouuuut!' he cried happily, and through another doorway came Mr. Weasley, Ron, and Ginny, tied together by the same invisible rope that bound Mrs. Weasley's hands. Bill came in behind them, nearly all blue and rigid, floating through the air. Mrs. Weasley let out another sob at the site of her son, but Voldemort gagged her, too.

'Now, now, mum, this is a happy time!' Voldemort said, and tapped his wand on the side of his face. 'Now, who's missing, who's missing… we have Ron, Ginny, the twins, Bill, me, aha, of course, and… who's that last one… Oh yes! PERCY!' he bellowed, and Percy himself appeared next to Bill. 'LOOK, IT'S A FAMILY REUNION!' he cried madly and doubled over in laughter. 'Oh and I wouldn't suggest using your wands. I assure you, you'd be dead before you finished the spell,' he pointed out, and everyone's hands twitched automatically.

Percy looked around at his family. They all had their heads bowed, all unable to fight this wizard. He could feel tears well up in his eyes at the sight, and Voldemort laughed.

'Awww, poor Percy! Of course, now you feel bad, when they're all going to die! It's a bit late for that, isn't it? But we're so glad you could join us! I think I'm going to let you watch them all go first, and then I'll kill you. Or maybe leave you on the doorstep for dear old Fudge to find tomorrow morning. Oh yes, that would show him who's really in power now.'

Percy had been surprised when Fred had appeared in his office, telling him that there was something wrong with Bill; that he was going to die. Percy hadn't believed him at first, but there was urgency in Fred's eyes that made him change his mind on coming. Instead of going to Mungos', though, they had appeared at the Burrow. Percy had just yelled at Fred for wasting his time when Charlie had appeared, and bound his hands. Now Percy regreted leaving the family in the first place.

'But now it's story time,' Voldemort said, 'sit, please,' he motioned for them to do so and when no one moved he rolled his eyes. 'Really, people, it's not that hard, let me show you,' he said and with a wave of his wand he forced them all on their hands and knees. 'Oo! Even better!' he exclaimed and marched in front of them. 'Now, this is a terribly sad story, and I want you all to be crying for me to stop by the end of it. Now, here we go!' he said, and unbound everyone's mouths.

'This story starts in America, about an unthankful little wench who decided to run away from home. She got arrested, and sent to a small American prison where she stayed for three years. One day she got smart and learned how to escape, and took a Muggle flying machine back to Britain where she stole from her family and got a job in a joke shop, where she met two little brats.

'Little did she know that she picked up a Dark Lord on the way. He took refuge in her mind because he got tired of his old, weak body, and waited for the perfect person. She was invited to a poor Muggle-loving home, where he started hunting. He finally found it in a poor, strong, quick boy named Charles. Unfortunately, Charlie didn't like her and they never shook hands. The Dark Lord then hatched a plan in his ever-intelligent head. He would make one family member sick so the one he wanted wouldn't pay attention to what was happening to him. The hate he felt for her just made it all the more easier.

'But it hurts, having the Dark Lord take over your body, and he couldn't stop from screaming in pain any longer. With one final shriek the Dark Lord took over his body and now we'll all live HAPPILY EVER AFTER! Well, at least I will,' he proclaimed, and turned to Terry. 'So you see, this is your entire fault. It's your fault because you had to run away from home. But guess what, brother's going to discipline now, I let him kill you himself. You see… he needs to learn some of the Unforgivable Curses, so, I'm going to demonstrate. D'you mind?'

'You've gone mad.'

'Completely off his rocker,' Fred and George said savagely, shaking their heads.

'Mouthy children you are, aren't we?' Voldemort asked, and pointed his wand at Terry, 'remember what we do when the children do that. We see others suffer for your attitude problems!' he let off a maniacal laugh, but suddenly stopped. 'Crucio,' he said, and Terry went rigid with pain. Her eyes opened as she shrieked, high-pitched and blood-curling, twitching in complete and utter pain.

'You see,' Voldemort said over her shrieks, 'when you're used to pain, like turning into a wolf monthly for example, it multiplies the curse by three times.' He took it off as he said this, and she stayed on her knees on the floor in front of Fred and George, whimpering and rocking back and forth. 'I think she's reached madness just with one hit,' he smirked evilly, and the twins went to her.

'That hurt…' she whimpered under her breath, and as Voldemort turned to the rest of the family Fred whispered into her ear.

'Act mad,' he said, and she took in a sharp breath.

'What?'

'Act mad,' George repeated, 'do you know the extraction curse?' But Terry didn't get a chance to react because George yelped in pain.

'Shut up, you,' Daniel said, and drew his foot back from kicking George. Terry was about to react when Fred elbowed her in the stomach. She immediately started rocking back and forth, muttering nonsense under her breath.

'Tell the others,' Fred said, and they turned their attention to Voldemort.

'Now, let's see, who to torture next, who to torture next…' Voldemort said to himself, pacing in front of the rest of the Weasley family.

'Why are you doing this?' Mr. Weasley asked, and Voldemort looked up at the ceiling.

'Well, you see, there's this nasty bugger of a problem… his name's Harry Potter. Now, there are certain people in my way of getting to him, and I need them destroyed, they've gotten bloody annoying. I know four of you know, because you're part of it. So, I'm going to torture it out of you! And, if you die before you speak up, I'm sure Daniel can tell me where it is. My Death Eaters have searched everywhere, but unfortunately because of their stupidity, they haven't found it yet. Really… very… trying on one's patients… which I have none of!'

'So, basically, you just want to torture a few people for the hell of it, then find out your information,' Percy spoke up, surprising everyone, but mostly himself.

'My, Percy, you are a smart one!' Voldemort said, and clapped. 'Really, after I spelled it out and everything!' he said, and before anyone could react he hit Percy square in the chest with a curse, which slammed him to the ground and pinned him there. He could feel his collar bone crack, and Mrs. Weasley shrieked as he struggled to get up.

'Oh, shut up Molly, you really are overdramatic,' Voldemort spat as Mrs. Weasley crawled over to her son. 'Now, Billy-boy's suffering… Percy the Prefect's suffering… Molly's suffering by watching the others, no doubt Arthur is too… now there are just two more left… ah, yes!' he said, and turned to Ron and Ginny, 'you two! Ginny Weasley, wonderful to see you again!' his voice raised as he impersonated a witch, and smirked, 'good old Tom Riddle, with his good old diary, eh?' he then laughed again, and Ron turned red.

'You're sick,' Ron growled, as Ginny wept silently at the torture of her family, and Voldemort shook his head.

'No one in this family listens, I swear!' he said, turning to Daniel, who shook his head, grinning. 'When I tell you to be quiet, BE QUIET!' he bellowed, and blasted a curse at Ron's face. For a second Ron wondered if Voldemort had messed up, because nothing happened immediately. Suddenly, though, he felt his mouth growing sticky, and Ginny screamed as it refused to open. He put his hands up to find that it had melted together, his mouth physically disappearing.

'Now, Ginny, my dear…' Voldemort muttered, thinking. 'I honestly don't know what to do with yo-'

'OWNER WHEEZES SAY: EXTRACTION IS THE WAY TO GO!' Voldemort turned on the offender who had spoken out of turn. He found Fred and George scrambling away from a Terry who was on all fours, panting like a dog.

'Sweet lord!' Voldemort said, rolling his eyes, 'you're the loudest damn madwoman I've ever seen!' he said, and she looked at him, suddenly starting to growl. With a sigh Voldemort pointed his wand at her and cursed her, throwing her against the wall. Everyone who could watched as she slid down, a trail of blood left from her head, and slumped to the floor, completely still. As Voldemort and Daniel watched her slide down, obviously taking great joy at seeing her in pain, George nodded and Fred winked as the rest of the family stared at them. As Voldemort walked past them, he stopped and stroked his chin.

'Hm… how are you two faring over here? Realizing at last it's your fault that your family is suffering, because you hired a mad werewolf?' he asked, and with a flick of his wand he dragged Fred to him. 'Want me to tell you a secret?' he whispered in Fred's ear, and Fred whimpered in response. 'When I was in her mind, I found she had the most utterly sickening feeling. I believe it's love or friendship, or something. Anyway, it always felt the strongest when she was around you two,' he said, and threw Fred back to the ground, 'ISN'T THAT WONDERFUL?' He waited for an answer, and when they didn't do so, he put a hand to his ear. 'Well?' he asked expectantly, and when they still didn't answer he pointed Charlie's wand at George's throat. He flicked it back several times, and to George's horror the words, 'yes, master,' left his mouth. He covered it immediately, and Fred gave him an odd look.

'It was forced out!' George pleaded, and in Fred's eyes he could see his brain working at amazing speeds. Fred then suddenly grinned.

'Is that the only way you can get people to do anything for you?' Fred said, and turned to Voldemort. 'You have to force the words from their mouth? Pretty pathetic, isn't it, George?'

'Very,' George agreed, crossing his arms and nodding.

'Oo, you two are aiming for a beating!' Voldemort said, and pointed his wand at Fred. Fred yelped in horror as he felt his body being lifted up. He hovered above the ground for a moment before sailing to the ceiling, hitting it with a sickening thud.

'Fred!' George screamed at his twin, who then plummeted back to the floor, and landed face-first on the hard wooden floor of the Burrow. He grimaced in pain as he felt his skull nearly crack open. 'FRED!' George screeched again and jumped onto his twin, but it did no good. Fred went back up the ceiling, with another smack.

'Stop saying my name!' Fred cried, and Voldemort smiled.

'He finally got it,' Charlie's cold voice said, and he let Fred fall back to the floor. A cut above Fred's eyebrow had appeared, and it immediately started gushing blood, George put pressure on it for his brother. 'Now,' Voldemort said, turning to Daniel, 'you've seen the Cruciatus Curse, now how about the Imperius? Good,' he agreed with himself, knowing the Death Eater would have agreed anyway. He looked around for good subjects. Percy was still bolted to the floor, and his mother was still bent over him, eyes closed as if trying to escape the horrors that were being done to her children. Mr. Weasley was hugging Ginny to him as she sobbed into his shoulder, and Ron still struggled with his mouth.

'You two always seem to be troublesome,' Voldemort said, clucking his tongue, 'I throw you against walls, put you in unmeasurable pain, and let you watch your family become torn apart, and yet you come up with a smart-ass excuse, together. Maybe the together is the problem…' he muttered to himself, and pointed his wand at George and muttered 'Imperio!'

A complete, glorious calming sensation came over George. He became oblivious to the world around him and in the back of his head a voice tugged at his brain. 'Jump on him,' it said, 'scream, kick, rip his eyes out of its sockets… torture him at your hand…' The voice was so inviting, he couldn't help but give in…

Fred didn't have time to react. In a flash George was on top of him, screaming and clawing at his face.

Mr. Weasley immediately jumped to his struggling sons, but Voldemort was too quick for him. He blasted Arthur Weasley with a curse, and Mr. Weasley could feel himself loose control of his legs as he fell and hit the floor. Ginny jumped at him as his legs flailed about in a tap dance like manner, trying to stop them. When she nearly got kicked in the face Mr. Weasley made her stop, hugging her to him.

'BASTARD!' George cried, blood dripping from the new gashes in Fred's face, he was trying to gouge Fred's eye's out with his own fingernails, 'I HATE YOU! YOU'RE AN IDIOTIC, POINTLESS GIT! BURN IN FUCKING HELL FOR ALL THE SHIT I GIVE FOR YOU!' he screamed madly, as Fred tried to hold his brother's hands away from his face.

'STOP IT!' Fred cried, horrified. He could feel George's skin rip underneath his fingers, and drops of George's blood dripped hot onto his face. After a moment George stopped trying for Fred's eyes and latched onto his throat. Fred gasped for air as his windpipe was being crushed, and George smashed Fred's all ready tender head against the floor. After a moment Fred did the only thing he could think of, and kneed his brother in the groin. George let out a howl of pain, and Fred was able to throw him to the ground and pin his arms with his knees, sitting on his back. George hit his head as he went down, and there was a crunch as his nose broke.

'I HATE YOU!' George screamed as he kicked, and Fred let his hand go down and knock his brother on the side of the head. He winced as he felt the same blow on his own head. Ron ran over to the two and helped Fred hold George down, though the twins were easily stronger than he was. Voldemort had obviously become bored, because moments afterward George stopped kicking, obviously confused as to why he was on the floor. Fred got off him immediately, and pulled his brother into a hug.

'Awwww!' Voldemort said, and cackled, 'that's so cute! It sort of makes me sick…' he said, and Fred glared at him, George's head buried into Fred's robes. Both could feel the other's blood being soaked up into their robes. 'Are you taking this down?' Voldemort asked Daniel, and Daniel nodded, getting up from checking if his sister was still knocked out.

'Every word,' he said, and Voldemort smiled.

'Good,' he said, and cracked his knuckles. 'And, for the finally, the Death Curse!' he said, and looked at his subjects. Everyone was quite beside themselves now, George crying into Fred, sobbing apologies, and everyone else the way they were before… except one.

'Ron!' he said, and walked towards him. Ron recoiled, and slid across the floor. 'Oh, come on, Ron! Don't be a spoiled sport, it's all in fun!' Daniel watched in hungry-eagerness, paying no attention to anyone else in the room as Voldemort raised his wand and aimed for Ron's head. 'Avada Kedavr-'

Things that happened next did so quickly that not everyone agreed on the details later on.

As Voldemort was about to finish Ron off, the side door to the Burrow flew open, and Voldemort's attention was taken away from Ron, to the many wizards who surged into the house.

'NOW!' the twins cried at the same time, and everyone snapped to attention.

'APARTAGRA!' Every single Weasley bellowed, except Ron, and each attack hit Voldemort straight in the chest. Voldemort let out a shriek, and Charlie's jaw seemed to unhinge as Voldemort's soul was sucked from Charlie's mouth. It floated in mid-air, its screams now higher pitched, and everyone watched as it flew to the ceiling and with one last screech diminished into nothing as Charlie crumpled to the floor. Daniel had just tried to react when Ron pointed his wand at him, and Daniel's wand flew into Ron's hand.

Fred and George looked at each other, clutching their twin, and hugged each other as if they'd never let go.

'We did it, Fredsie!' George said, and slowly the world went black.

'That we did, Georges…' Fred whispered as he felt his brother's weight fully against his chest, and the same happened to him.