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Chapter 3- Fred

It was supposed to be a happy occasion. Christmas. Where the whole family came together. Well the whole family except the 2 brothers so recently departed. Ron carried his baby Charlie Percy Granger Weasely in his arms around the living room trying to get him to sleep like he very much wanted to do. He saw the babies eyes close and he smiled. He walked slowly up the stairs and into his bedroom on the very top floor. Hermione was already asleep in his bed. He put the baby into the small cot by the bed and slipped in beside her. It was Christmas eve and past midnight. So it was practically Christmas. He heard a soft crash and sat up alarmed. If he hadn't been awake he wouldn't have heard it. He stood up and walked back into the hall. He didn't turn on the lights and held onto the banister as he descended the stairs. A soft lamp light was on in the living room and he walked into it his wand heald high but laughed when he saw his nephew, Charlie's son, Chris and his niece, Bill's daughter Mella on the floor surrounded by wrapping paper.

"Oh no" Mella squealed. "Uncle Ron you shouldn't have came down"

"Roooooonnn" Chris sighed shaking his head.

"Come on you 2. Plenty of time for that in the morning." Ron sighed picking Mella up and swinging her onto his hip. And pulling Chris away from the tree.

Ron turned round and flicked his wand extinguishing the lamp and turning the on in the hall on.

"Ah come on Ron." Chris said. "Just one"

"You've opened one already" Ron smiled.

"Stop right there Weasley." Ron stopped dead in his tracks standing in front of Chris. A black hooded figure was standing in the doorway. The front door open and cold air was swirling through it.

Ron muttered something and was about to aim his wand at the figure.

"I wouldn't do that either." The man smiled.

"What do you want" Ron asked.

"Revenge" The man laughed. He hit a spell at Ron. Ron felt an enormous amount of pain. He knew he'd been hit with the Crucatis curse. His eyes were closed tight and he bent over double. He heard laughing and a shout. Ron felt a sudden relief of the curse and he stood up. Mella was crying on the floor at his feet. Chris was clutching at Ron's pyjamas. Ron stood up grabbed his wand and fired a curse at the hooded figure. Then his world went black.

The room was dark when he woke up. The curtains closed, not letting in any extra light. The Christmas tree candles were not lit and the presents were unopened. There was 2 people curled up together in the other sofa sleeping. Ginny and Hermione. Ron rolled off the sofa and walked out into the hall. He looked at the front door where it had been repaired and where a broken vase lay on the table. There was talking coming from the kitchen and he opened the door. The room fell silent as Ron walked in. The room was full of important order members and his family. Harry was standing against the stove and Mrs Weasley was handing out biscuits. The tin clattered as she dropped it at the sight of Ron.

"Your ok." She said breathless. "Thank God" Ron accepted her hug and looked around at the rest of them.

"What happened?" Ron demanded. Looking between Harry and Bill to his father.

"Fred" Molly whispered. Ron looked at her horrified.

"What? He's what how?" Ron asked he felt his eyes fill with tears and he blinked them away. "No way"

"Sorry Ron" Harry whispered as he walked over to him. "Last night. We found you unconscious, Fred and the death eater dead."

"Mella and Chris?" Ron asked after he screwed up his nose at the word dead.

"They're fine. Sleeping upstairs." Molly whispered.

"George?" Ron asked fearing the answer.

"Upstairs." Molly said again.

"Excuse me" Ron nodded and left the room. He walked up the stairs and into the bathroom. He looked in the mirror and yelled out. His neck was covered in deep welts and his face was covered in scars. Ron looked round as George came to the door.

"He tried to strangle you. That's the welts. They won't go away. I don't know about the scars." George said slowly his spark was gone. "Ask someone else."

"George" Ron said sadly.

"Fred" George whispered rubbing his eyes. Ron stepped forward and embraced his older brother.