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The First Abduction

It was mid-afternoon. The kids were in the living room as it was raining and she absolutely forbade them from going out. She sat in her favorite blue chair, knitting a new blanket for the baby to come. She hummed an old nursery rhyme under her breath. Across the room, Fred and George were finger-painting. She could already see two pots of paint had spilled over, and at the moment, it looked like they were more interested in painting the walls. However, she let them be to enjoy her quiet moment. Bill was helping Percy read a book about King Arthur. Charlie was playing some sort of adventure game with his toy dragon, Totty. Upstairs, she had put Ron down for a nap. It was moments like these that Molly cherished.

"Mum, can I grab something to feed Totty?" asked Charlie eagerly.

"Check the pantry, I think there are some biscuits," said Molly, not wanting to get up.

"Alright," said Charlie, and off he bounced.

A few minutes later, he returned with two large biscuits, one in his mouth, and the other in Totty's. He was frowning, which made Molly curious.

"Mum, why is the red gem turning black?" he asked curiously.

In that instant, Molly felt her entire heart stop. She heard her knitting needles clang as they fell from her hands to the ground. Without thinking she ran into the kitchen, pushing Charlie out of the way slightly, and entered the kitchen. On the wall, the bright red gem was flickering feebly, but only at the centre. She couldn't believe it. How could the Death Eaters have deteriorated the wards so quickly? She had just checked the gem at lunch and it was fine!

"Mum, is everything okay?" asked Bill, entering with a curious Charlie.

"Take the twins, both of you quick!" ordered Molly.

The two stared at her in disbelief. Had she lost her mind?

"What's going on, mum?" asked Charlie, as she pulled them both into the living room.

"Bill, Charlie, go grab the twins, Percy come quick. Take the Floo Powder and just throw it in the fire. It's set to one destination. Tell your Aunt Muriel we're under attack," said Molly sternly. Percy stared at her open-mouthed, his eyes filled with fear.

"Bill, take the twins and go, I'm getting Ron, quick Percy, go now!" she said frantically, as she exited the room, rushing to the baby. From outside, she could hear the bangs starting.

Bill stared open-mouthed after his mother. He had his suspicions when his Uncles Gideon and Fabian had started explaining the importance of quickness to him that something was wrong. But why were Death Eaters attacking them. He watched Percy nervously fumble with the powder as he threw it into the fireplace. With a whoosh, he was gone.

"Get George, I've got Fred," said Bill quickly to Charlie, as he rushed over to his younger brothers.

He grabbed the baby in the red sweater with a large yellow 'F', and headed determinedly to the fireplace. He heard a sudden bang and almost jumped. The wards were failing. His eyes widened at that, and a new, unfamiliar feeling entered his stomach. He couldn't describe it. It gnawed at him, making him panicky and nervous. It was the first time in Bill's life that he would face absolute fear.

"What now?" asked Charlie. He turned to see his younger brother, looking close to tears, holding a bawling George who had been frightened by the bang. George was pulling on Charlie's shirt as Charlie held him over his shoulder.

"Take the powder and go, mum's going to be right behind us," ordered Bill nervously. Charlie looked at him with stricken eyes, but did as he was told for once.

"Totty!" cried Charlie, after realising he had forgotten his dragon. Immediately, though, Charlie disappeared into the Floo.

"Stupid dragon," said Bill, as Fred squirmed in his arms. He turned and ran and grabbed the stupid Dragon that was abandoned by the side of room. A second bang resounded in the field, and this time he saw the Dark Mark go into the air from outside. He couldn't breathe suddenly. Beside him, Fred sat at his feet crying and screaming in fear.

"No, no, no!" cried Bill, close to tears himself, as he saw the hooded figures entering the yard. He grabbed Fred nervously while shoving Totty into his pocket, and ran to the Floo.

The rain grew harder as it slapped against the window. He saw bright red lights flashing. His dad's shed was on fire. He felt a surge of anger boil in his stomach, but it was replaced by fear as he heard maniacal laughter. Fred's screams and tears had quieted down, and he could hear his little brother's soft cries as he clumsily stumbled over to the fireplace. He fumbled clumsily with the powder, as Fred clung to his arm and neck.

"Come out, come out kiddies! We just want to play!" cackled a maniacal, hoarse voice from outside. He recognized the use of a Sonorus charm. His uncle Bilius used them all the time at parties to create a scene.

"Come on Fred, we have to get out of here," said Bill, grabbing the Floo Powder and heading over to the fireplace.

Just as he lifted his hand, he watched the kitchen be blasted apart, and debris crashed all over the house. A hooded figure stepped over and laughed. It was a laugh that raised the hairs on the nape of his neck. He could just make out a pale, twisted face under that hood. Mean eyes darted around the kitchen.

He was frozen in place, and then Fred wailed loudly. Immediately, he threw his hand down, and disappeared, far away from the menacing hooded figure and his evil laugh.

Upstairs, Molly heard a bang, and she felt the house shake. Ron was crying loudly as she held him. She had sent a patronus to her brothers and Arthur after grabbing Ron. She made a mental note to thank Fabian and Gideon for teaching her and Arthur that after they became targets.

Why oh why had she placed Ron down to nap in her room? She held her crying son to her chest, and felt her thoughts race. The fireplace wasn't an option, and she had no idea whether the anti-apparition wards were still in place. If she tried apparating, she could end up splinching herself, her unborn baby could die, Ron could get splinched, and more.

"Oh no, no, no," she cried softly, holding Ron to her chest.

"Mama no!" cried Ron against her chest, clapping his hands over his ears. The loud noises were terrifying him. She prayed that Bill had gotten the other kids out of the house and to Muriel's. She knew the elderly lady would care for them.

Then she saw it. The attic. It was a ridiculous idea, but if they hid up there with the ghoul, they could be alright. She ran as quickly as she could up into the sixth, empty bedroom that she and Arthur had decided would be Ron's, and possibly the new baby's when it was born. She opened the trap door, and watched the ladder come out. Slowly she stepped up into the attic, taking Ron with her.

It smelled terrible up there, but she ignored it. The ogre-like ghoul stared at her in awe for a few minutes. He then proceeded to come closer. She sent a quick hex at the ghoul to paralyze it, and then shut the trap door. She felt sick as she absorbed her new surroundings. There were dead insects littering the floor, and the ghoul was lying paralyzed, but she cramped herself in, and sent a quick air-freshening charm around the room to make it easier to breath. She held Ron and cast a silencing charm around them so she could comfort him. Then she waited.

Dolohov stared coldly at the room. The children had escaped. The Dark Lord would have his head if he returned from this with no children. Angry, he threw the floo powder jar across the room. It smashed through the window.

"They're gone," said Travers, spitting on the floor.

"They had ten kids, and they're all gone," moaned some minor newbie to another.

"Why don't we follow them?" asked one eager newbie.

"Are you a moron? They could have a trap set up on the other end for us," spat Travers back at the newbie, effectively shutting him up.

"Honenum Revelio!" hissed Dolohov towards the top of the house, not ready to give up. As if a miracle struck, an echo was heard. There was someone in the house!

"Find them," hissed Dolohov to the group. The flock spread out up the large house.

Meanwhile, he sat back and began to think. Where would he go if he couldn't reach the fireplace and apparated? He'd hide first of all. But where? What place in the house was unreachable to those on the ground? The roof would be his first guess. Whoever was in here had gone up.

"Where are you heading?" Asked Travers, as he began climbing the stairs in a mad dash.

"To the top," cackled Dolohov, amused at the double meaning behind those words.

He reached the top floor room. It was empty. The tiny room held a few broken toys, a few camp beds, but otherwise nothing. He felt furious. How could he have missed it? If some new kid got them before he did…he shuddered at the thought. Bellatrix would rip him to shreds with her verbatim, and Lucius would never let it drop. Rosier would forever treat him like filth. And none of that would make up for the torture the Dark Lord would put him through for failing.

"Found anything yet?" asked a sarcastic voice from behind him.

"Shut up Travers," said Dolohov coldly in return. His eyes scanned the room looking for any sign of life, when his eye caught something. A trap door.

"Well, looks like you're not at the top yet," guffawed Travers from behind him.

"I was waiting for you to witness my success," he said with a smirk.

Travers stiffened, and narrowed his eyes in return. He blasted the door with his wand, and heard a terrified squeal as a woman fell from the ceiling to the ground. He heard a sickening crack, and presumed she had broken her leg and possible other injuries. She had red hair and big brown eyes. Her wand was in her hand, as her other arm held the prize. A baby boy was wrapped in a maroon blanket and pressed close to her body. She lay on the ground, injured, blood pouring from various parts of her body. He could see that she was pregnant, explaining why she had avoided apparition.

"Told you," said Dolohov, sending a stunner at her. To his surprise, she had a shield up already.

"Up here boys!" yelled Travers.

"Please, he's just a baby," whispered the woman pleadingly to him. Dolohov dropped his hood, so she'd have his face forever plastered in her mind as he smirked. He heard the thundering footsteps behind him as the younger kids came up to witness this historic moment.

"Diffindo!" he cast at the child, and as he predicted, she shifted her body to protect the kid instead of casting a Shield Charm. Her emotions were erratic.

"Immobolus" he said, and she froze. The cutting jinx was had narrowly missed her. He smirked as he saw her, frozen at that moment.

"Poor little blood-traitor bitch. Losing a baby," said Dolohov, stepping towards her.

She stared at him in shock and fear as he removed her wand from her hand and crushed it under his foot.

"Take the kid already, and then we can kill her!" cried Travers angrily.

"Patience Traver, a moment like this has to be treasured," he said, as he touched the crying baby, who had begun to squirm. He saw her anger and could see her fighting his Freezing Charm, so he cast another at her.

"Little Ronald I presume, so sweet and innocent," said Dolohov, as the baby stared at him in fear and burrowed closer to his mother. "He's getting the best option, he's joining the right path. Say bye-bye to mummy Ronald."

"NO!" cried the child. He cast a silencio over the baby, as the boys sent more jinxes at the woman to trap her. Her feet he noticed, had turned to stone and was glued to the floor.

"Enough!" he ordered. "Come here Ronald."

And he cruelly snatched the baby from her arms. The baby fought and kicked and clung to his mother. Dolohov watched her eyes melt and tear up as she struggled to grab the child, keep him close.

"Bye-bye mummy,"cackled Dolohov, before fleeing with the rest of the Death Eaters.