A/N: Here I am with the next chapter… I need some ideas to make this story a little better, as I seem to be slightly stuck… if anyone wants to be my beta reader, just email or IM me!
Chapter 3
Molly Weasley sat down hard in a chair at the kitchen table, clutching her husband's letter. Her three sons and her daughter sat with her, all looking sad.
"He never told me that he was in danger," said Mrs. Weasley, welling up with tears. Ginny leaned her head on her mother's shoulder, crying softly.
"Well, what are we going to do?" George burst out. He looked angry. "If You-Know-Who is after Dad, what can we do about it? How can we find You-Know-Who?"
Ron, still in a slight state of shock, replied without emotion, "We could hunt him down."
"NO!" screamed Mrs. Weasley, jolting Ginny off her shoulder. "I will NOT risk losing ANY of my sons OR my daughter! Put that thought out of all of your minds!"
"But Mum, Dad is in danger. We need to do something about it, maybe find out where he's hiding so we can help," said Fred.
"But how are we going to do that?" asked Ginny. "I have to go back to school tomorrow, Ron leaves to start training with Puddlemere the day after that, and then you two have your jobs to get back to!"
"I'll owl the Puddlemere coach and tell him I can't come," said Ron.
"No! Playing Quidditch for a famous team has been your dream for a long time, wasn't it? Dad wouldn't want you to give that up!" said George. As he completed his sentence, a snowy owl swooped in, and dropped a Daily Prophet on the Weasley kitchen table. It held out a foreleg with a pouch tied on it, and George pulled out a Knut from his pocket and dropped it in. With that, the owl flew out again.
The biggest headline on the front page read "You-Know-Who Sighted In West Ireland! Aurors and Ministry Members Search for He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named in Hopes to Bring Him to Justice! War Expected to Break Out Between Wizarding World and You-Know-Who and his Death Eaters, All Help Needed!", and the next headline underneath it read "MISSING MINISTRY MEMBER ARTHUR WEASLEY SEEN IN IRELAND! IT IS BELIEVED THAT YOU-KNOW WHO IS AFTER HIM AND THE INFORMATION HE CARRIES! A SEARCH PARTY HAS BEEN SENT TO IRELAND!"
Everyone's jaws dropped. Ron, his voice hardened, said, "Well, there's our answer." He ran outside and picked up his broom, then came back inside. "I'm Apparating to Harry's, then I'm going to go get Hermione. They'll come with me. They'll help me find Dad. Fred, George, are you going to come?" His brothers, their faces devoid of emotion, grabbed their brooms from the corner where they'd left them. Ginny started to get up, but Ron stopped her, his voice softening. "No, Gin. You're going to stay here and take care of Mum until you leave for school in the morning. And when you get there, you're going to owl her as much as you can. All right?"
Ginny's eyes followed her brother sadly and she nodded in agreement. "I will."
"No! You boys can't leave me too…" Mrs. Weasley started to cry.
"We have to, Mum. We have to go find Dad," Fred tried to comfort her. He went over to her and gave her a hug, and she kissed his forehead. Fred and Ron came over and did the same, then all three of them ran upstairs and quickly pulled on robes and grabbed knives that Ron had stashed in a drawer in case something ever happened. The three men came downstairs again, Ron scribbling a note on a slip of parchment.
"Here, Mum, mail this to the bloke at Puddlemere…" he said, then gave her another hug as she started to tear up again. Fred and George gave their mother a second hug, then the three hugged Ginny. Then they Apparated to Harry's flat in London.
"So is this the plan?" Harry asked Ron. "Ron, we can't just go rushing into this. Your only plan is to fly headlong into Ireland without even being prepared? No. Not going to work. Do you have any spells prepared? Do you even know what information your Dad is carrying that Voldemort wants so much?"
Ron growled at his best friend's logic as Hermione, who had just Apparated in with Fred (who had gone to get her), nodded. "We have our wands and knives," Ron said.
"That won't be enough. You have to have spells prepared, you have to have better weapons, as you seem to be going to completely destroy Voldemort. You know he'll be using Unforgivable Curses, you have to be ready for that, for all we know, we could all die," Harry stated quietly.
"And what do you have that could help us, then?" snapped George.
Harry's reply was walking into the opposite room, then reappearing, dragging a large chest. "My Dad was in the business. Apparently, he left this for me, in case we ever needed it…"
Upon opening the chest, Ron and his brothers found a large arsenal of swords, daggers, several crossbows, and quivers of crossbow bolts. There was also a very old book that was covered in dust, which Ron wiped off as he brought it out of the chest.
"Magius," he read off the cover.
"The greatest war-wizard who ever lived," spoke up Hermione in awe, ever the know-it-all. "Dumbledore is said to descend from Magius. This must be his spellbook that he used to defeat the Chaos demons several thousand years ago… be careful in opening it! It might be booby-trapped!"
Ron, who had been in the process of opening the book, halted suddenly. He dropped the cover, then looked at the book as if it might explode.
"En Pulsara Oni," said Hermione from behind him, waving her wand at the book. "It should be safe now."
"Where did you learn that charm?" asked Fred incredulously. "How did you ever know you'd need to open up an ancient spellbook?"
"Professor Dumbledore," was all Hermione would say. "Now, if we can memorize some of these spells, we can take the book with us to Ireland and help out the Aurors."
"With these weapons and the spells from that book, I think you're going to be prepared," Harry told Ron. "And I'll be with you the whole way. We're gonna find your Dad and get rid of Voldemort."
"Me too," said Hermione. "I'm with you all the way."
"Okay," said Fred, grabbing a hard leather tunic spelled to deflect steel. He took off his robes and put the tunic over the Muggle clothes he was wearing and laced up his boots tight. Strapping a sword to himself, he tucked his wand into his belt and took a crossbow and a quiver of bolts. Looking at everyone else, he said, "Well, let's go!" and everyone else equipped themselves adequately.
"Now we're ready," said Hermione. Indeed they were. The five looked like they were ready for a fierce battle.
"I figured out where we should Apparate," said Ron. "I think the Aurors are at least going to meet in Dublin, because there's a large wizarding community there. We should Apparate to the Ministry office there and then we cane find out where to go."
"Sounds good," said Harry. The five clasped hands with hardened expressions. They all had their reasons for hating Voldemort, and they were ready to do anything to find Mr. Weasley and get rid of Voldemort, no matter what the cost.
"Get him or die trying," they all agreed, and Apparated together out of Harry's flat to Dublin.
A/N: Sorry… really cheesy end to that chapter. Please review, tell me how to make this better, and yeah.