Author notes: Wow, chapter ten! Omg that feels so good! This chapter will be about Mrs Weasley's fate, but first, I have had a request to do a re-cap on the story so far, so I will.

Harry arrived at the Burrow, and Hermione found out that Harry fancied Ginny. Ginny had her suspicions and she, along with everyone else (barring Ron) found out about Harry's crush. It turned out that Ginny had a crush on him, too, and they kissed in Ginny's room. Then they arranged to meet each other in the kitchen at midnight. They started to kiss but then Ginny had a mysterious turn and started shouting at Harry. Fred and George walked in on them and Harry stormed upstairs, shortly followed by Ginny. Hermione went to explain things to Ginny and she decided to forgive Harry. But she was too late; Harry had left on his broomstick! Ginny went to bed and in the morning broke a picture frame with a picture of her and Harry hugging in it. The picture did not remain there; instead it was replaced by words. Ginny resolved that she would go and find Harry. Harry was confronted by a glazed-eyed Ginny, and pushed her under a moving train. Meanwhile, back at the Burrow, a glazed-eyed Bill strangled Mrs Weasley who collapsed on the floor. Her fate remains unknown (though you'll find out soon enough!). Ginny was confronted by a glazed-eyed Harry, and pushed him under a moving train. They both meet again once they are captured and held in the back of a police van. Oh yeah, Harry and Ginny are both of age now, and can do magic out of school, but neither of them can apparate.

Chapter 10 – OH MY GOD!

Fred, George, and Ron Weasley sat in the waiting room outside room 13, along with a tearful Hermione Granger. They were on floor fourth, the floor for spell damage. A Healer with blonde hair rushed out of the room, fear showing in her eyes.

"Is our mum-" George began, but stopped when the Healer shot and icy glare in his direction

"Not now son, I have something important to do!"

George grumbled something in reply, and slumped down further into his seat. The Weasley twins got very grouchy when they were concerned, and now they had a good reason. Ron sat silently beside them. He hadn't said a word since they had arrived, and their dad had disappeared into the room with their mother, and a bunch of good-looking Healers. His arm was around Hermione's shaking shoulder, but it was slack and hopeless. He glanced up from time to time, when he thought nobody was looking, sneaking peeps at the door, willing it with all his might to open. But it didn't.

After what seemed like and age, they heard a commotion outside. Footsteps, running. Up the stairs. Then Bill and Charlie burst through the door, red in the face. They slouched on the two vacant chairs next to Hermione, panting. Once they had caught their breath, Bill said

"We came as soon as we heard! I think I heard something about bad bruising or something, is she OK?"

"No she is not OK!" Fred snapped. "She was literally black and blue, and her eyes were so haunting!"

"OK, OK, we didn't mean it like that! We were just concerned!" Charlie replied. "Sounds like dark magic to me. Have you been getting the newspaper lately?"

"No," the twins replied, but Hermione sat up a little straighter, rubbing her eyes, which now had the glint that they always had when she'd realised something.

"Yes, of course," she exclaimed. "It said in the newspaper that V- … that V- … that he-who-must-not-be-named had found a way to create new dark creatures!" she frowned. "I don't really know what the dark creatures are, the paper was very vague, no doubt the Ministry sent them threats so they wouldn't publish things that would make us panic…"

"Panic?" Ron exclaimed, speaking for the first time since their arrival, and jumping onto his chair. "What do they expect us to do? Sit around twiddling our thumbs while you-know-who is acquiring new dark minions? OF COURSE WE'RE GOING TO PANIC!"

It was then that they realised their father had come out of room 13, and was waiting patiently for Ron to finish his little rant. Embarrassed, Ron got down from the chair he was standing on, and sat down. The family looked expectantly at Mr Weasley, who smiled and cleared his throat, and then told them of their mother's condition.

"She's in a bad way, but she is, at least, stable. She will recover. How long it will take, I do not know. Nobody knows. But she will survive, and that's all that matters. You can't go in to see her today, I'm afraid. We'll come back tomorrow morning at 9 o'clock. But you'll have to go in pairs, I'm afraid. In her current condition, she's not allowed more than two visitors at a time."

"Is she conscious?" Hermione asked nervously.

Mr Weasley sighed. "Not at the moment, no. That's why you're not allowed to see her today; they want to perform a few tests on her, so they can provide the right treatment. They are sure that they will be able to get her conscious by tomorrow."

Hermione woke up early that morning. She looked across at Ginny's bed, wondering if she was awake yet. Then she remembered. Ginny wasn't there any more. Ginny had left. What was going on? First Harry left. Then Ginny went after him. And now Mrs Weasley was … Mrs Weasley was … badly hurt. Who knows who's going to be next? She thought, then mentally slapped herself for thinking things like that. She heaved herself out of bed, dragged on her dressing gown, and traipsed down the stairs.

She found a barn owl tapping at the window, and let it in. It dropped a rolled up newspaper on the table, and waited expectantly. Hermione understood its penetrating gaze, and rummaged in her pocket until she found the suitable coins, which she tucked into the owls leg poach. The owl flew away and Hermione closed the window after it. With nothing better to do, she sat down at the table, unfolding the newspaper as she did so. The main headline made her close her eyes in shock. She opened them again, willing it to have been an illusion. It wasn't. She read the rest of the article.

'Muggle Murder!'

Muggle police arrested the famous Harry Potter and his faithful sidekick Ginny Weasley yesterday. Both of them, at separate locations, pushed a child under a Muggle mode of transport called a train. The trains were in motion at the time, and both victims died instantly. Harry and Ginny are being held in a police station and their trial has been set for next Tuesday. We do not know what drove the double act to perform such terrible crimes, but we have been assured that they will be suitably punished.

Hermione rested her head on the table; this was not right. Her friends weren't murderers! They had been set up. There was something going on, and it wasn't good. She took the newspaper back up to her room, and got changed quickly. She quickly scanned the rest of the newspaper for anything other of interest. She was just about to leave to tell the others what she had found, when she saw another newspaper in her room. It was the one from a couple of days ago. The one telling of Voldemort's new minions. I look of total understanding swept across her face, and she picked that one up too, then marched out of the room and up the stairs.

She banged crossly on the door for the fifth time. When no one answered her, she barged in, and stomped over to Ron's sleeping form. She shook him roughly.

"Ronald, will you wake up!" she demanded.

"Oh, Hermione, I was sleeping! What did you wake me up for?"

Hermione softened a little, wanting to laugh at the look on his face, but knowing that the situation wasn't a laughing matter. "Ron, it's important! Read this!" she shoved the newspaper under his nose. At first he didn't say anything, but once his eyes had focused…

"OH MY GOD!"

Arthur Weasley heard his son shouting and apparated down to his room immediately. After what had happened to his wife, he was tighter on security than ever before.

Mr Weasley apparated into the room with a small pop, shortly followed by Fred and George. By this time, Ron has finished reading the article, and was deeply shocked.

"Blimey, aren't they in it deep?" he said, and Hermione could have hit him.

"No Ron, don't you see? They didn't do it at all. They were set up! By Voldemort." Ron flinched, and she grabbed the paper from his lap.

"Is everything all right?" Mr Weasley asked, wondering what on earth Hermione was on about.

"No, it's not," Hermione sobbed, passing him the paper. He read it in silence for a moment or two, his face unreadable.

"Let's go downstairs," he said, marching out the door.

They gathered in the kitchen, stomachs rumbling loudly. Mr Weasley turned and looked at each of his sons, then at Hermione.

"Any good at making breakfast?" he asked with a grin, but everyone saw that the smile did not reach his eyes.

After a somewhat disheartening breakfast of mushy beans on burnt toast, the seven of them (Bill and Charlie had now joined them) returned to the paper. Hermione told them about her suspicions that Voldemort was behind it all, and produced the other paper for extra information. They sat in silence, and then Mr Weasley made some decisions.

"OK, I guess I should go to the Ministry to try and sort Harry and Ginny out, or at least find out what I can. You lot can go to St. Mungo's and visit your mother. Bill, Charlie, you're in charge, and the rest of you must follow what they say to the letter, you here me? I don't want anything else happening to any of you, enough has happened already. And stick together. At all times. If what Hermione says is true, then by God that's an even better reason to stick together. I want you to send me an owl once you get there. And I want you all back here before 3 o'clock. Send me an owl when you get back, too." He turned to Bill and Charlie. "I'm trusting you." With a last look at all of them, he apparated, leaving the kitchen seeming colder and less defensive than before.

Thankfully, all six of them had passed their apparation tests, so they apparated into the main entrance of St. Mungo's. They made their way up to the fourth floor.

"You guys wait here, we'll go and find out what we can," Bill said, then he and Charlie walked into room 13, leaving the rest of them behind.

A long while later, and they still hadn't come back.

"Where do you suppose they've gone?" Fred asked.

"They've probably found mum and stayed with her. You know that she's only allowed two visitors at a time. They'd better come back soon, it's not fair; we want to see her too…" George moaned, more to himself than as a reply to Fred's question.

Hermione, who was paranoid that something had happened to them, quietly whispered to herself

"They're fine, they're gonna be fine, they're fine…"

As a matter of fact, they had found their mother, but they were not fine. They spoke to a Healer, and she asked their names.

"Bill Weasley and Charlie Weasley; we're sons of Molly Weasley." Bill said, taking charge.

"Hmm, yes, the Healer in who has got your mother as his main subject wanted to see you, Bill. We were going to send you an owl this morning. Looks like you beat us to it … come this way."

They followed here into a small office, perplexed.

"Joe, two of the Weasley boys to see you."

"Ah, excellent, Meredith. You may leave. Sit down boys." He cleared his throat, and turned to Bill. "Can you just confirm for me that you are William Weasley, son of Arthur and Molly?"

"I am."

"And you visited us here at St. Mungo's a few months ago because of a burn you acquired when … testing one of your brothers' products?"

"That is correct."

"What is this, a trial?" Charlie interrupted crossly. "I fail to see what this has to do with the well being of our mother."

"Oh, it has everything to do with it. You see, when we were curing Bill of his burns, we had to take a copy of his fingerprints, so that we Healed him properly. Matching sets of fingerprints were found on your mother's body, around the bruising."

A tall figure stepped out of the shadows. "We are taking you two to be held in the Ministry of Magic, until further investigation. William Weasley on the charge of attempted murder, and Charles Weasley on the charge of helping him." he grabbed both of them, and began to drag them towards the door.

"This is absurd!" Charlie protested.

"Why would we try to kill our mother?" Bill asked, fear in his eyes. He didn't do it, he just didn't. This wasn't happening. This wasn't happening. Yes it was!

The guard dragged them away single handed, but he went out a different way to the way they came in, therefore not seeing Fred, George, Ron, and Hermione to tell them what had happened. They didn't know it yet, but things weren't about to get better.

Author notes: I hope you like that chapter, it's the longest one I've done so far- the story alone (ie excluding my two lengthy author notes) is over 2000 words! And an added bonus is that I'm submitting it so quickly after the last chapter! Lucky you! But school's starting tomorrow, so I won't have as much time on my hands. However, I have made it my goal to submit one chapter every weekend. Not necessarily for this story, though. I'm going to continue with my others as well. But this is my main ficcy. Please please please tell me what you think of this chapter! Btw I'm hoping to make the next chapter 2500 words! So read & review! Luv ya! xxx