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Chapter 14: A 2-part Chapter that will explain some of Fred and George Weasley's doings—and the tragedy the befell the Order

Fred and George had come over from Diagon Alley. They wanted to see how their family and the rest of the Order were doing. When they heard of Pettigrew sneaking about Number 12, Grimmauld Place, Fred and George put their heads together to come up with various ways to get him away.

Well, what did you expect?

And, with Ginny's aid (Ginny was still awesome at pranking), Fred and George had an idea.

Ginny waited at the corner of the street with a Wizard camera.

Fred had Levitated a Canary Cream so it would be near Pettigrew as "she" stomped down the road. The Canary Cream had a stronger charm, so its unfortunate victim would be a canary for about a day.

George was had his wand at the ready—and a Decoy Detonator.

All were wearing Shield Cloaks and Hats.

So they were prepared.

George threw his Detonator at Pettigrew. She jumped up into the air, revealing rather large bloomers under her Muggle dress. Ginny snapped away. She grinned to herself.

Fred sent a Disarming charm after Pettigrew. Pettigrew fell over, snarled, and pulled out his wand. He sent a spell at Fred, but it bounced off his Shield Cloak and—

As Pettigrew saw the Cream in the air, it did not occur to him that it might have been planted. As he ate it, and the spell flew at him, he suddenly was turning into a small canary. He'd been hit with his own shrinking charm, because of his reckless thinking and Fred's Shield Cloak.

George Stunned the canary as it tried to fly away. The spell hit the bird, and it landed in Ginny's outstretched hand.

Grinning, the Weasley siblings ran inside.

They showed the bird to Mrs. Weasley, who immediately stuffed it into a cage and hung it up in the attic—where no one went. It would be impossible for Pettigrew to get out, or to hear anything of importance. If he did get out, he'd have no information to give to Voldemort.

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The canary was very angry.

He frowned to himself.

How to get out? He did not know.

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Hermione and Ginny were put in charge of the bird.

They thought about what to do to the canary.

"So…what now?"

"Well, Ginny, here's what I think. We should make sure he stays a canary. That way, he can't get out. And he can't slip out by chance. He's chirping at the moment—and won't be able to communicate with You-Know-Who, if he's still a bird."

"But to be on the safe side, Hermione, let's wipe his memory as well. Just in case he does start talking."

"Fair enough."

They climbed the attic staircase and walked near the cage.

Ginny grinned evilly. "Good afternoon, my little bird-brained friend. Now how are you today? Know what we're going to do now?"

The canary flew near the bars of the cage and pecked Ginny's hand.

Hermione laughed. "Serve you right, Ginny. Be nice."

"After what he's done? Heck no!"

Hermione pulled out her wand. "Remainavis," she muttered. Ginny smiled. "Good one."

Then she drew out her wand. "Obliviate!" The bird's eyes glazed for a moment. Then—

He fell to the floor of the cage.

Ginny was shocked. "Oh, crap, I killed him!"

"No you didn't. He's breathing. It's fine."

The bird stood up as soon as Hermione had spoken. It trilled out a long song.

Ginny smiled. "Guess I didn't kill him after all. He'll never be able to find Draco and Narcissa at this point."

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Draco and Narcissa were stumbling through the Forbidden Forest. They had insisted upon going forth without Dumbledore's aid.

Dumbledore thought that the Death Eaters would be looking more for him than for Draco and obliged.

Narcissa had tripped over a tree root and had broken her ankle. Wheezing and spluttering, she and Draco were moving more and more slowly.

"That's alright, Mother. A little step at a time."

"Draco, do you even know where we're going?"

"Dumbledore said the old Riddle House. It's got more members of the Order there. We're to Apparate at a specific point in here…I think we're close…"

"Well I certainly hope so. I've had enough with this damn leg of mine."

"Mother!"

"It's true!"

"Are you strong enough to Apparate?"

"Yes, I believe so."

Suddenly, out of the trees jumped a hooded figure. It had a wand—and was pointing the wand directly at Narcissa and Draco.

Draco snatched his wand out and brandished it like a sword. "Who are you? What is it you want?"

Everything went by in a rush. Draco could barely remember what had happened.

He only saw the figure mutter a curse, which hit him.

He slowly lost consciousness. He fell to the ground as a beam of electric blue light hit him.

All he remembered was his mother screaming, "I'm your sister! I'M YOUR SISTER!"

Then he passed out.

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When Draco awoke, Narcissa was gone. He Apparated back to Grimmauld Place.

A/N: A little depression never hurt either, agree do you not? No, you probably don't, but I have a pretty nice ending in mind. And I think I'll continue in one last story. Don't be irritated with me, please.