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The gloomy halls of Grimmauld Place were all of a sudden full of noise as a motley group of redheads arrived in the kitchen. There was bellows and questions, all full of anxiety as a tall balding man tried to hold back his six children and comfort his crying wife.

But for Molly there was no comfort. The tears had started before she even landed. Her face was shining with emotion and her eyes were red rimmed.

"Let me go, Arthur, let me go," she moaned pitifully, sobbing as she clawed and pushed at her husbands arms, trying to get away. Their children had stopped to their own demands to go back as they watched their mum's valiant struggle to get away. "He's my son, Arthur, my son! Let me go!" she wailed again. Her shoulders were shaking with the effort and her breaths came in deep, body-wracking gasps. Her heart was breaking, and all she could feel was this overwhelming grief, so strong she had only felt a similar feeling twice in her life, when her brothers were murdered, and when Sirius had died for Harry and all she could remember was her own voice chanting over and over again, calling him irresponsible. The only girl and the youngest, Ginny, let out a sob of her own as well, and rushed forward into her mother's arms.

"Its okay, Molly, it's okay. He'll be fine. The Order will handle it. The Ord-" her husband mumbled, also looking as though he was preparing to dart from the room.

"Oh Charlie! How could we forget him, how could we?!" she continued to wail.

There was a noise in the hallway and the door flung open to reveal a black, bald man, his voice deep and calm, "Arthur? I thought you weren't coming 'til mid July!" he asked, and Molly let out a heart-wrenching sob.

"The alarm, Kingsley, it was tripped. We took the portkey as planned, but Charlie, he got left behind!" Bill said quickly.

"He was putting away the brooms-" Fred added.

"We tricked him into it, and he said fine and-" George interrupted, both twins pale and gripping wands firmly in their hands.

"The portkey had already activated and we had forgotten him!" Ms Weasley sobbed, but Kingsley had already darted to the fireplace.

"I'm going," Ron said automatically. "He's my brother, and it was my turn…" Ron gulped hard, swallowing convulsively.

"No! No, he's my son! Go! Let me go!" Ms Weasley was still crying, her cheeks wet, but she brushed at them angrily, "you can't stop me. He's my son, and… and it's my house." She said, and she already had her wand out when Arthur came running back into the room, surprising them all. It seemed that while everyone had been stumbling to explain the situation, Mr Weasley had run off to contact Dumbledore.

"He says stay here. Molly, Molly, Molly dear-Molly! Molly, NO!" But even as Arthur darted forward to grab his wife, he knew he was too late. She quickly pushed Ginny off her, causing the girl to stumble into Fred, who caught her. "Don't!" she said, as Bill also pulled out his own wand, and she turned quickly to her husband, who was pleading with her. "He's my son," she whispered, and with a "crack", she disapparated.

Ginny was staring in horror at the spot where her mother had been standing moments before, tears still running down her face. Fred quickly pulled her closer, as though to stop her from getting any similar ideas, and she sobbed into his shoulder. Arthur sank into a chair, shoulders slumping forward, and ran his hand through his thinning hair.

"I'm going after her!" Bill said, and he brought his wand out of his pocket.

"Me too!" Fred and Ron said simultaneously.

"We can't, it's too late," Mr Weasley said tiredly, his own eyes red rimmed even though he hadn't shed a tear.

"Yes we can! I'm going!" George said, and he pulled out his wand too.

"Dumbledore, he said he was on his way, he's there now, he brought Tonks, Kingsley will be there by now too," Mr Weasley mumbled.

"Dad! Dad! We can help," Ginny said, hiccupping slightly as she stared defiantly at her father.

He was entirely lost with out his wife. Only half the man he was normally, and seemed as though he would collapse inwards on himself at any given minute. "No, we can't. Dumbledore is putting up a charm, anti-apparating charm, when he gets there."

"But, but that means-" Ron gaped, and Bill finished the sentence with a voice completely devoid of emotion, and a look of pain on his face.

"No one can apparate in…or out."

Silence filled the room, and they turned to the defeated form of their father. Mr Weasley's hands were shaking, and his eyes were clenched shut, much as Harry's had the day before. And then he nodded. "No one can get in, or out." He whispered, his voice cracking.

No one talked for a minute, and the silence was unbearable. Ginny was sniffling in Fred's arms still, and, trying to break the silence, George turned to his youngest brother.

Ron was pale under his freckles and wouldn't meet George's eyes.

"What did you mean? What did you mean when you said it was your turn?" George asked, his voice was anything but the casual indifference he meant to use, and Ron squirmed, eyes darting to the floor, and then to the fireplace.

He gulped hard. "It was my turn, my turn to put away the brooms." He looked into George's wide eyes, Ron's own all glassy, and he gulped again, hoping to stop himself from crying. It was all right for Ginny, to bawl into an older brother's arms. "It should be me. Not Charlie…" he whispered, his eyes back on the ground, and a single tear trickled down his cheek, no one able to see it, and Ron himself barely felt it as the shame weighed down his shoulders.

Ginny gave a strangled cry and threw herself at Ron, hugging him tighter than she ever had before. "Don't say that, Ron, " and her voice trembled slightly, "don't."

Ron hugged her back, his face buried in his sister's hair as another single tear trickled down his nose.

HAHAHA! The way it's going, you wont find out bout Charlie till next year, HAHAHAHA!!! I'm sorry, my dear IR but be strong. Lol. HEEHEEHEE! I always have such long author notes… heehee. Anywho. Next chapter shall be up the following week, around Sunday or Saturday. Maybe earlier, as it tis the season to be jolly, fa la la la la la la la la. HAH! Okay. I wasn't sure if this would be chapter 4 or 5, but, this is the way it turned out, don't cry. Besides, this is meant to be all about Harry, cause its called Harry Potter. Not the Weasley Wing…. Or something odd…. Now I've got tests to study for, so, aurevoir, after a quick thank you to my faithful reviewers.

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That's all folks! No one else reviewed! I know, how, predictable. Sorry this chappy took so long, but I'm trying to get a Beta, cause no one wants too, and so, yeah. I'm goin to another site and tryin to get a beta. It may also take a while for the next update, as I might not get it written in time, I'm going to New York and, well, no computer there!

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