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Hermione Apparated to her desk at work. Sure enough, there was a queue of Aurors standing at her desk. She sighed and asked the nearest one for an update.

"Well, we received an urgent memo from Dumbledore, to be on the lookout for action from Death Eaters." Hermione nodded her head Duh. You've received that memo at least once a week for the last six years. "It said they would be on the move tonight, something about an anniversary."

"That would be the anniversary of… let me think… oh, yeah. Death Eaterskilled Ronald Weasleythree years ago today. Please continue." She winced at the memory. Poor Ron.

"Well, that was about all it said, but we've gotten so many, we didn't really think anything of it, until your ink bottle exploded."

Shit. "How long ago?"

"About five minutes ago. We didn't know where you were, you're usually at your desk until 11 or so, so I wrote down what the engraving spelled out."

"How did you know there was an engraving on my desk?"

"Well," interrupted a short, bald wizard, "we weren't sure why your ink bottle would suddenly explode when there was no one near it, so we came and investigated."

"Okay. Please continue," she said to the first witch.

"This is what it said." She handed a piece of parchment to Hermione.

She studied it for a minute. 'V-L-D-M-R-T-space-D-T-H-space-E-T-R-S-space-B-R-W-space-G-N-R-V-space-M-L-Y-space-W-S-L-Y.' Her face paled.

"Okay. Hutchins, contact Arthur Weasley and tell him to see me immediately." The bald wizard turned and disappeared down the hall. "Bailey, find Dumbledore and tell him to meet me at the Burrow in," she looked at her clock, "five minutes." The tall witch that had written down the engraving's message nodded and Disapparated, presumably to Hogsmeade, to do as she was told. "Wagner and Murphy, remain here in case any more messages come in. If they do, contact me using this medallion." She pulled a gold coin out of her top desk drawer and handed it to one of the wizards. She placed an identical one in her pocket. "Your message will appear on mine exactly as you relay it." They nodded and pulled chairs near the desk, just in case they had to wait. "The rest of you, come with me." Five witches and wizards followed Hermione out into the hallway.

Just as they turned toward the lift, Hermione saw Arthur running towards her, followed by Hutchins. "What's going on, Hermione?" Just as she was about to explain, Wagner called out to her. "I'll be back in one second, okay? Stay here." She ran back to her desk. Wagner pointed at the corner of her desk. It was an image of the Dark Mark.

Hermione turned back to the hall and grabbed Arthur. "Death Eaters. Burrow. Now. Let's go." Arthur nearly crumpled to the floor, but Hutchins caught him right before he hit the floor.

"Carry him," Hermione ordered and ran to the end of the hall. "There's no time to go downstairs, we're Apparating to the Burrow. Everyone know where that is?" Most nodded. "All right. Let's go." With that, there was a series of pops and everyone Disapparated to the home of the remaining Weasleys.

- - - - -

Draco was surprised to find himself at the Burrow. Blaise appeared to be surprised, too. He paled and almost fell over. "Stop it. Be strong. The Dark Lord will know if you don't stop acting like this." Blaise nodded, though he looked close to tears.

They took their places in the second row and waited for Voldemort to appear. Draco snuck a look at Blaise. I can't let this happen. He casually pointed his wand at Blaise's forehead. "Obliviate," he whispered gently. Blaise's eyes went kind of fuzzy. Draco hadn't performed the spell very strongly at all, just enough to erase the memory of Ginny for about half an hour. He couldn't stand the idea of his best friend, no matter what an ass he was, getting killed; if Voldemort knew he was having a relationship, they would both be obliterated. I will NOT let this happen, before he even finds out he's going to be a father. No way will that be on my conscience.

Suddenly, a shudder passed through the group. He's here. Voldemort looked the same as always. He didn't inspect the group, however, merely told them what he had planned.

"About six years ago, today, two of the Weasleys were killed. Three years ago today, another was taken. Tonight, we take two more." Draco could feel the excitement from the others gathered, but felt nothing coming from Blaise. Good.

"All right. Let's go." Draco was surprised. He's coming, too? Shit. This isn't good.

Voldemort led the way up to the house. Everyone followed silently.

Suddenly, there was a popping noise, followed by shouts. They're here. He saw Stunning spells shoot from the wands of a group of wizards about ten meters away. The Death Eaters surrounding him immediately began shooting other curses and hexes at the newly arrived group of people. He looked around frantically. I don't see Hermione. Where is she?

- - - - -

"Molly? Ginny? Are you here? Hello? MOLLY?" Hermione was shouting along with Arthur inside the house. Arthur had sprinted up the stairs, while Hermione had run into the kitchen. So far, there was no sign. Suddenly, she heard shouts and saw the flashes of light from what seemed like a hundredwands through the kitchen window. Is Draco out there? She suddenly remembered why she was here. "GINNY! GINERVA! WHERE ARE YOU?" She was starting to panic.

The wall went 'thump', then 'bang'. She whirled around and saw a crack in the wall. She started towards it when it went 'thump' again. She saw the wall move. Slowly, she crept over to the crack and called for Ginny again. A wand poked through the wall. She recognized the wand as Molly's. "Molly, is that you? It's Hermione. I'm here to get you. Are you okay?"

She heard sobbing coming from the crack. She ran over to the wall and stuck her fingers in the crack and pulled. There was a ripping noise as the wallpaper gave way with the plywood covering it. Molly crawled out, tears streaming down her face. "Mi? Is that you?" She started sobbing.

"Molly, what's wrong? Are you okay? Where's Gin? Arthur and me are here to get you out of the house. Come on, let's go."

"Ginny's hurt. I don't know what happened, but she's hurt."

Terror ran through Hermione. "What? What's wrong?"

"She saw the gathering outside and ran upstairs to get me. She tripped over the top stair and hit the floor hard. She started screaming, then passed out. I can't get her to wake up." She started sobbing again.

"Listen, Molly, Arthur is upstairs. I'm going to call for him, and I want you to meet him at the fireplace. He's going to get you out. I'll go get Ginny, if you'll tell me where she is." Tears were threatening to spill out of her eyes, but she had to stay strong for Molly right now.

"She's back, in the hidden room. We had it put up when You-know-who came back."

"I'm glad to hear it. It saved your life tonight. Come on, let's go." Hermione wrapped her arm around the woman's waist and hauled her upright. She got Molly to the fireplace and called for Arthur. He came downstairs as fast as he could. He saw Molly, and some of the terror left his face. "Arthur, Molly's okay, but Ginny's hurt. I want you to take Molly back to the Ministry and wait for me at my desk. I'm going to go get Gin."

Arthur started to protest. "Hermione, you've done enough. I have more experience with this-"

"Yes, I'm sure you do, but I can handle Gin. I'm an Auror, remember?"

Arthur looked surprised, then relief flooded his face once again. "I'm sorry, I forgot."

"It's okay, but you need to leave. Now." Hermione shoved them to the fireplace, lit it with a prod of her wand, and told them to Floo to the Ministry. They stepped into the fire and were gone in a whirl of green flames and ash.

Hermione turned around and made her way back through the living room to the kitchen. She ran over to the hole in the wall and climbed inside. "Ginny? Can you hear me? Are you okay?" The tears she had been holding back flowed freely down her face now. "Please, Gin. Wake up and tell me where you are."

Nothing.

Hermione crawled down the tunnel, which began to slope downwards. Soon, it was tall enough for her to stand up and run in a crouched position. It ran straight in to a small room, big enough for about four people standing up straight. Ginny was lying in the corner on her side. She was moaning and squirming, her hand over her stomach. "Ginny! Wake up!" Hermione leaned over her friend, worried not only about her, but her baby. "Ginerva, if you don't wake up now, I'm going to, um," Hermione fished around for the thing Ginny hated most. "I'm going to tell everyone about what you did with Harry in sixth year." Ginny cracked one eye open and murmured, "No you won't, 'cause then I'll tell everyone what you did with Harry in seventh year."

Relief flooded Hermione. If she can remember that, she's going to be okay. "Good morning, sleepyhead. You need to get up."

"What's going on?"

"Death Eaters."

Ginny sat straight up, causing her to wince. "Mum! Where's Mum? MUM?" she called, hoping to hear Molly's voice.

"Your dad has already taken her to the Ministry. She's fine. You need to come with me right now."

"I can't. I hurt myself."

"I know. It'll be okay. I'll take you to St. Mungo's, okay? Your mum and dad will understand. Come on, let's go."

Ginny tried to stand up, but then fell over again. Hermione walked over to her and wrapped an arm around her waist and picked her up. She still couldn't stand on her own, so Hermione told Ginny to get on her back. She complied.

Hermione ran up the passage as far as she could, then put Ginny down and they crawled as quickly as they could up the passage. Just before they reached the kitchen, they heard a door burst open. The two women began crawling backwards, out of sight. Hermione thought quickly and whispered to Ginny, "Come here."

Ginny backed up as close to Hermione as she could. Hermione rapped her over the head with her wand.

"What was that for?" she asked, irritated.

"Look at your hand." Ginny looked, but couldn't see it. "It's a Disillusionment Charm. You are going to be very hard to find now." Ginny felt better.

"What about you?"

"Already done. Let's go. Quietly, though, it doesn't make you silent."

They crept up toward the kitchen again. They heard voices arguing about someone.

"She's got to be around here somewhere."

"I can't find her, where do you think she'd be?"

"I don't know."

"She's a big girl, I think she can take care of herself." Hermione finally recognized one of the voices; it was Draco. She wanted desperately to tell him she was okay, but now just wasn't the time. She had someone—well, two someones—to think about beside herself. She held her peace, but aimed at the kitchen door, whispered, "Reducto," and the two men turned toward the sound of the door disintegrating. They realized they shouldn't be talking about it right now, so they ran outside to see what the commotion was. Hermione seized her opportunity and pushed Ginny into the kitchen, crawled out behind her, picked her up, and ran to the fireplace.

Ginny stood up for a moment, then Hermione shoved her into the fireplace with a pinch of powder, calling out, "St. Mungo's." Ginny disappeared in a cloud of ash, like her parents. Hermione was nearly in the fireplace when someone shouted. She jumped and tripped on the edge of the fireplace. The resulting 'thud' alerted them that there was someone in the room. Three Stunners came in her direction, and one hit her. SHIT! NOW what do I do? She lay there, quite uncomfortable, and waited for the three people to come find her.

XXXXX

"They've got to be around here somewhere."

"What if they already left?"

"When? How would they do it?"

"I don't know, you're the smart one, you tell me."

"Quit being an ass, you ass. We've got to find-" He paused when he heard the 'thud' from the living room. "There."

"What if someone sees us?"

"Tell them to fuck themselves. We've got to go."

"Fine, fine. Hurry up," Blaise whined. "This isn't a good idea."

"No shit, Sherlock. Come on, let's go."

"No shit, who?"

Draco sighed. "You have got to read more. Never mind, let's go get the girls."

"Girls?" Blaise echoed, slightly cofused. Draco ignored him.

They were nearly to the door of the living room when they saw three other figures congregated at the fireplace. Two were fairly tall, and one was quite short and pudgy. All three had black hoods over their faces.

"Oh, shit," Draco whispered. "Who are they?"

"Um, looks like Wormtail, Avery, and… I don't know. Looks like maybe-"

"Stunners on three, right?"

"Uh, okay."

"One… two… three!" Two Stunners shot out of the kitchen and hit two of the Death Eaters dead on. The third, which they presumed to be Wormtail, looked around in fright and tried to run off. Draco swept his wand in front of him, and Wormtail tripped over an invisible hook.

"So, running away again, are you? Thought you would have learned by now. The Dark Lord doesn't take well to traitors."

"How right you are, Malfoy, how right you are." Draco and Blaise swung around and found themselves face-to-face with the Dark Lord himself.