The mother of the Weasley family apparated as quietly as she could to the edge of her home's wards. Within seconds she had crossed the invisible barrier that prevented apparation, set up since the end of Ron's fourth year.
She strode angrily to her house, which, so far, bore no obvious signs of damage. The idea of such murderous creatures in her home, attacking her son and ruining a perfectly good dinner, no less, brought out the sabre tooth tiger in her, and the sight alone, had anyone seen her through a window, was terrifying. Fortunately, Mrs. Weasley kept to the edge and out of sight.
As she got within ten feet of her own front door, loud voices and cursing echoed. Her eyes narrowed menacingly, and for the first time Molly was aware that the door no longer hung on its hinges, but was a good twenty feet to the left of its old position and thirty from her. That fact only added to her anger. It was as she heard a particularly loud bellow that Molly saw an open window, one that lead to the washing room, and was quite out of the way. Maybe this way she could find out if Charlie was in fact in the house, or still, oblivious, in the shed.
OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOo
"Search the rooms!" snapped an irritated Bellatrix Lestrange. Just being in this mudblood-loving home made her annoyed. Normally quite high strung, she was twenty times more violent, as she sneered at the homely living room. A mantelpiece with lovey-dovey photos on it, a worn and comfortable couch with frayed pillows, and a small wooden basket full of yarn and a half knitted jumper, needles wrapped in a horrid maroon colour. It made her sick.
She spat at a large photo that hung on the wall. The frame was simple, made of wood and devoid of design. The photo was in fact a paper clipping, taken from a couple years ago; showing the entirely muggle-loving clan on what must have been a holiday. It was disgusting!
"Ms. Lestrange? Come here!" called the voice of one of the timid new recruits. 'The useless shits,' the maniacal woman thought. 'Ms. Lestrange!', she almost snorted.'Wouldn't scare an effing rabbit.'
"What?!" she snapped. She had been doing that a lot since her husband had once again been captured by the Ministry, and was residing in Azkaban. She followed the voice and found herself at what must be the Weasley's kitchen. Standing over a table with set places and a platter of potatoes was the ignorant recruit, and Bellatrix was feeling slightly more homicidal than usual.
"What?" she snarled. "You're hungry, is it?"
The boy backed away in unashamed horror. "N-no! Ms. Lestrange! It's just, just…"
The boy was trembling now, and as he lifted a hand to point at the potatoes, Bellatrix was both amused and disgusted to see sweat patches just under the boy's arms and leaking through his robes. She wouldn't be surprised if he wet himself, the good for nothing bast-
"What? Spit it out you twittering idiot! The Dark Lord doesn't have time for useless babies like you!"
The boy blanched, quivering now. He was definitely going to wet himself.
"What?"
"The-the food, miss."
"What about the effing food?!"
Bella was stalking towards the boy now, and her hands were trembling, itching to wrap themselves around the boy's neck… or better yet, her wand. The sweet words were on the tip of her tongue, and the boy knew it.
"The-the food! It's-it's still h-hot!" he stuttered, and it was Bellatrix's turn to blanch.
"Still what?"
"H-hot, miss. They must have known we were coming! There's food still on the cooker, steam coming from it too, and the plates are warm… m-miss," the boy was tripping over himself to explain, as though pleading his case to a judge, which in fairness, he was. Bellatrix, being the judge and the executioner.
"Shit! The Dark Lord is not going to like this…" she growled, and she was about bellow an order to torch the place and then leave, when someone else called her.
"Bellatrix! We've found something!"
It was Macnair, and it was coming from the room she had just left. 'It had better be something good, or we're all screwed,' thought Bellatrix, as she swept out of the room, not bothering to congratulate the kid on what had been a quite ingenious perception.
"What?" she spat, scowling.
"This clock." Macnair said gruffly.
"What about the bloody clock? We aren't antique shopping, you fool," Bellatrix was now looking extremely menacing, and was looking quite forward to strangling a certain Death Eater when she caught sight of the clock herself.
It wasn't the richly designed wood that caught her eye, but the nine hands, each with a small name on the end in ornate calligraphy. This clock did not tell time. Six hands were pointing at a single word, 'Safe house', another at 'Work', and one, one was pointed at 'Home'. And as Bellatrix and Macnair watched hungrily, another hand, the one of 'Molly Weasley', swung, from 'Travelling' to 'Home', and Bellatrix smiled delightedly.
OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOo
AN: and normally I would've stopped here, but I promised you all an update on Saturday, and its Saturday night as I type, and by the time my Beta reads it, it will be Sunday evening, so I'm going to keep going, even though I have, in fairness, been suffering from writers block. I'm just not good at action scenes, or at least, I haven't written one yet….
OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOo
Molly shimmied in through the small window as quietly as she could, realising, as she got slightly stuck, that she was in way over her head and hadn't thought this through at all. One thing was for sure though; she could never fault Harry for acting irrationally again.
As she listened cautiously for a sound of any approaching enemy, Molly worried anxiously for her son. 'Where could he be?'
OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOo
"Quick! They must be here somewhere! Tell the others that two of the muggle lovers are still here! They're outnumbered!" hissed Bellatrix, before turning to go into the kitchen.
Her mind was whirling with anxiety and questions. One thing was for sure though. They had known they were coming, (one of the recruits probably set off a blasted alarm' Bellatrix cursed inwardly) and for some reason, one of the redheads hadn't gotten out with the others, and by the looks of it, he couldn't, considering the pathetic mother Weasley had come back for him. She would regret it too, after the torture Bellatrix was determined to put her through.
OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOo
Back in the now deserted living room, one of the hands swung again, unnoticed, this time from 'Home', to 'Elsewhere' and finally, to 'Safe House'.
OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOo
There wasthe sound of someone stumbling down the basement steps to the kitchen of Grimmauld Place, and the anxious Weasley family, or what was left of it, all jerked their heads to the door.The footsteps were coming closer, but none of the Weasleys moved, determined not to get their hopes up, in case the person approaching was just someone such as Mundungus Fletcher, as it had been the last time. It had been like realising Charlie was gone all over again.
The door opened slowly, the doorknob seeming to have taken years to turn, and in poked the head of a slightly bruised, with one single cut on his cheek, Charlie Weasley.
"Charlie!" Ginny exclaimed, throwing herself at him, arms wrapped tightly around him.
No one else seemed to move for a moment, and, their voices as one, Charlie, Ron, Fred, George and Arthur asked, "Where's mum?"
Ginny pulled away from Charlie and, somewhat dreadingly, pulled the door open further, her eyes searching the hallway, looking the same a six year old does when they realise that mummy left them behind in the big department store bathroom all alone.
"What?" both Charlie and Fred yelped.
"She's not with you?!" George added, also looking somewhat nervously around Charlie and into the hallway.
"No! She had the portkey! She's the one who activated it! I thought- I assumed she'd be here!" Charlie was paler than before, and his head jerked over his own shoulder to check the hallway, just in case the woman had taken it upon herself to follow him around without him knowing and simultaneously give everyone else a heart attack. As unlikely as it sounded, Charlie was clinging desperately to the hope that Molly had a Gred and Forge streak in her.
"She went back for you!" Ron moaned, and Ginny burst back into tears.
OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOo
Molly Weasley crept silently out of the small room, coming into the dark basement. From what she had gathered from listening in, no one was on the basement floor yet, though they were definitely in the kitchen, and though she couldn't hear anything precisely, she did hear the muffled loud voices.
That's why she was entirely surprised and unprepared when, upon opening the door, she came face to face with a white masked, black robed man, looming above her.
OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOo
OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOo
OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOo
I promise, with all my heart, that there will be an action scene next Saturday, I know I'm dragging it out, but is exam year, and parents are nagging, and I'm having some probs with how I want the scene to play out. Those who review, please please answer my questions… I'd like to know general opinions, tough don't feel offended if I go against majority…
My Questions: 1) Do you think James Potter wore glasses?
2) Do you think there is a possibility of Harry getting a suprise b-day at Grimmauld with the whole DA.
3) Animagus? Just Harry, or the Golden Trio, or Golden Trio and Neville and Ginny and Luna?
4) Harry losing glasses, gaining eyes? Possible canon? Should he lose the specs, or keep em, but still have perfect eyesight, and they could be a bluff, or just keep crappy eyes?
5) Percy.... reunite with family?
6) Harry getting captain? or Ron?
These are just questions, as I am a curious person, and it means nothing more. I like to know peoples opinions!
Thankyous! brilliant-author16: most definitley!!!! mess goodbye, Ron and Hermione pie!!!!!! my grandad says crap like that... lol. okays. tankyou!!! for both reviews!!!! u rock!!!!
deep blue quill: u rock too! thanks for reviewing, the idea of me being atristically undiscovered, while untrue, is very comforting and slightly depressing, but very welcome all the same!!! thanks for both the reviews!!!Oo
max-wiseacre: thanks for reviewing!!! if you do so again, please tell me what you meant by the expand further thing.... theres a reason i picked the name Goldilocks.... and its not my hair colour!!!!!
hahahhahhahahha: thankyou for reviewing, but i cant give away any of the plot.... even if your sounding alot like myself....die Harry die!
Little Red Riding Hood In Pink: awwwwwwwwwww!!!! Hows Roberto? Miss him much? Italy was fab then? lol. OC TOMORROW!!!!!! cant wait cant wait. VCR's at the ready, let the taping begin!!!!!!! Sethsethsethsethsethsethsethsethsethseth!!!
ms.understood: awwwwwwwww!! i hope u feel loads better by now!!! and i'm sorry i couldnt write as quickly as u want, but i'm a lazy ass!!! thanks though!!
Cecilia Orechio!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU ARE THE ULTIMATE!!!!!!!!!!!!! MY BETA PEOPLE!!!!! AHE IS THE MOST AMAZING PERSON ALIVE AND QUITE POSSIBLY GOD!!!!!!!!! READ HER STORIES NOOOOOOW!!!!!!
review people, cause it makes me feel loved!!! so press the pretti lilac button!!!!!! Cookies for all!!!!!
The winner of the ostrich and tin foil shoes are..... dum dum dum.... BRILLIANT-AUTHOR16!!! you may choose the gender and name of your ostrich!!!!! and i hope the shoes fit!!!
Next week, a hippo and peacock, all in one!!!!!! Only for the first reviewer!!!!