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Molly woke up. For a minute she felt contented and happy. Then she glanced to the left of her, and saw the man lying next to her, the darkest wizard known to man, snoring gently. Hesitantly, she poked him in the side. "Do you want tea?" she whispered.

"No Molly it's ok, I'm fine, go to go to work in a minute" he lifted his head from the pillow and gave her a toothy grin "Killing to be done you know…."

Molly turned in a flash. "Look sir, if you're going to be living under my roof you will not be killing anyone. Infact, I'm going to call Harry and see what you get what you deserve.

"No you're not."

"What do you mean, 'No I'm not' of course I am"

"If you were going to call Harry you would have called him last night."

Molly sat down and said softly, almost to herself "I can't have him kill you. Your Arthur…sort of…I love you."

Lord Voldemort's lip twitched. "I also find you…appeasing, Molly. And if you choose to accept my…appeasement, then you have to accept, Killing is what I do. I've been doing it for the last fifty or so years, and it gives me a great amount of satisfaction and riches."

"None of which you have shared.- not that we would have wanted your dirty money."

Voldemort gave another toothy grin and reached for a goblet of steaming potion. He took a sip and with seconds his skin was bubbling. Horrified, Molly watched Voldemort become Arthur weasly once again. He looked almost sad for a second, then headed into the bathroom.

Molly turned around and hurried down stairs. Grabbing her handbag she headed for the fire. Absent mindedly she through floo powder on to the flames and stepped in.

Instantly she could feel the flames biting at her ankles and her knees crumpled, as they could not take her weight. She let out a scream of pain as even more of her was engulfed in the fire. Her eyes were blinded by smoke, and she groped for the exit, feeling nothing. She heard a small crack as someone apparated into her kitchen. The figure hurried forward and grabbed he round the waist, lifting her, unnaturally strong, and carried her to the sofa in the front room. "It's alright" said the voice "It doesn't look bad, I guess you were tying to travel, but it was wart cap powder, not floo. Must have been Fred and George."

Molly recognised the voice and as she opened her eyes wasn't surprised to see Arthur Weasly standing in front of her.

"Why did you save me-you of all people? Now I know what-who you are?" she croaked hoarsely.

But the one man she thought would leave her to die had gone.