DISCLAIMER: Don't own anything! This is JKR's characters, just my version of a new plot.
The last chapter was kind of intense and long. This summed up the entire next kidnapping.
The Skeletisation of the Bones
Edgar Bones considered himself a cheery fellow. He had been sorted into Hufflepuff in his first year, and had been quite popular as a kid. Now he worked in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement as a clerk during trials, and was working his way up the ministry. His wife Catherine was pregnant with their second child, and his daughter Susan was going to be a year old in the next few hours. However, his bright life was marred by the looming threat that was the war.
Just two months ago the Weasley family had lost their youngest son to the Death Eaters, and were still coping with the grief. He had heard last from his friends Gideon and Fabian that Molly was being forced to take Dreamless Sleep potion and that they were staying with an aunt of theirs. They had all been placed under the Fidelius Charm, with one of the Prewett's as secret keeper.
Another thing that had turned up was that the brooms required for the getaway of the Prewetts from their last mission had been tampered with. This would have forced them to die as they fought the Death Eaters. But that meant that whoever tampered with them was a spy. Severus Snape had been cleared since he hadn't been near the brooms. The current suspects were Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, and Sturgis Podmore. That had made Edgar nervous, and he hadn't allowed any of them access to his own house that was under the Fidelius with Dedalus Diggle as secret-keeper.
"Edgar!" cried a voice. He turned to see a dazed looking Bertha Jorkins approach.
"What's up Bertha?" he asked jovially.
"That report I needed for Friday, when can I get it?" asked Bertha eagerly.
"For the broom tampering during the McLaughlan murders?" asked Edgar pleasantly.
"That's the one," said Bertha.
"I suppose by Friday, I left it at home today, and tomorrow's Susan's birthday so," said Edgar apologetically.
"What's your address? I can just pop by after work," said Bertha easily.
"Ah, it's under the Fidelius, I'd need to get Dedalus to write you the address," said Edgar in surprise.
"Don't you just keep a slip handy?" asked Bertha in surprise.
"Well, I suppose, hang on," said Edgar, fishing through a drawer. "Here we go, just pop by after work."
"No problem, thanks Edgar!" said Bertha, and she left as quickly as she came. Edgar shook his head at his friend's odd, bubbly personality.
"Time to head home," said Edgar, leaving the ministry with a bounce in his step.
Once home, Edgar kissed his wife Catherine on the cheek, and then headed upstairs to where his daughter Susan was sleeping. He smiled happily at his daughter before heading downstairs to join his wife for dinner. They talked about their days, neither taking notice of the sudden flickering of their ward gem. They felt safe in their home.
That night Edgar went to bed, caressing his pregnant wife with tender love and care, unaware of the incoming invasion.
BAM!
"What was that!" cried Catherine, wildly stumbling for her wand as Edgar hopped out of bed, wand ready.
"Come out come out where ever you are!" cackled a familiar, dangerous voice.
"Death Eaters, get Susan and get out of here," said Edgar, his face paling.
"Edgar," whispered Catherine to him. Another bang was heard downstairs, and the stairs began to creak.
"GO!" he yelled, exiting towards the stairs. He saw five hooded Death Eaters climbing up the stairs, and felt unease bubble in his stomach alongside fear and apprehension.
"Guess who gave us that slip you loaned her," cackled a female Death Eater.
"Alecto dearest, your giving away our Imperius," said a male Death Eater.
"Reducto!" hissed Edgar at the foot of the stairs, and he watched as they fell in a heap to the ground.
"Oh, you'll pay for that one," said a malevolent Death Eater.
"Avada Kedavra!" shouted two Death Eaters, and to his horror, he saw the green lights headed his way. And then all dissolved into darkness.
Susan woke up from her sleep to a bang. She felt lost and scared, and began to wail for her mother. She had lifted herself up so that she could see over her crib, and was clinging to the rails as she wailed loudly for her mama and papa.
"Shh, Suzie, mama's here," said a comforting voice. Susan looked up to see her own red-headed mother smiling at her, though it seemed sad.
"Mama, mama!" cried Susan, raising her arms. Susan was lifted into her mother's arms, and she pressed against her chest as another loud crash resounded around the house, shaking it.
"Edgar," whispered her mother, looking for a way out. She made her way to the window, Susan in her arms still. Outside the house was silent. Her mother blasted the window aside and the two crawled onto the roof.
"Mama!" wailed Susan desperately into the soft arms of her mother.
"Hush Suzie, everything will be alright," whispered her mother comfortingly. From the roof, she cast a large cushioning charm and the two jumped onto the ground, ready to flee. Without looking back, her mother ran into the yard, blasting the fence aside as she went, and out into the trail. She'd hide there until morning and then they'd go for help to one of Edgar's friends. Maybe she'd even be able to apparate once she'd calmed down enough.
"They're getting away!" yelled a voice from behind them. NO! They'd been seen. How? The Death Eaters should have been climbing the stairs, not been on the bottom floor. Catherine tripped over a root of a large tree and fell onto the grass; Susan landed first atop of her mother, and then tumbled out of her arms and rolled down the hillside towards the ravine behind their house.
"SUSAN!" screamed her mother.
"Mama!" cried Susan, as she landed in an abandoned bird's nest, slightly bruised but otherwise alright. She was wailing loudly now because of her injuries. From her sight though, she could see lights flashing. Bright reds and blues were targeting the same spot, until a green light hit something, and all went silent.
"Mama!" wailed Susan loudly. She waddled up and began trying to climb up towards her mother. Grass and dirt smattered across her clothes and in her hair. Her hands were bleeding and she hurt all over.
"There's the brat, levitate her!" yelled a gruff voice.
Susan felt herself be lifted off of the cold, wet ground and into the night sky. When she stopped, she was face to face with her mother's killer. Amycus Carrow wet his lips in delight at having caught the brat.
"Let's get going," said the Death Eater.
Susan's wails had subsided and now she was sniffling. She felt cold, and dirty and tired. Her diaper was full and she wanted to go home to her mama. The new place she was in was cold and dark. The portraits glared down malevolently at her. Green and black silk tapestries fell from the ceiling down to the ground. A thin layer of dust and cobwebs covered the walls. The light seemed only to be used to further enhance the creepiness of the place/
"I still can't believe Lucius gave up his beach house to hide the kids in," said the Death Eater that was holding Susan ever so uncomfortably.
"Or volunteered his own elf," said another with a wheezy cackle.
"Well, they are rich, and since he isn't collecting," said the lady named Alecto.
"Too bad we killed off the last Bones male," said another.
"Well, Crouch gave his elf up as well, remember? Bet old Barty Crouch Senior hasn't even noticed, the jerk he is," said the man named Amycus.
"Enough, let's just drop the brat off to the nursery," said Alecto.
"Alright, alright," said the Amycus fellow.
They walked in silence into a small room. Two unsightly creatures approached, and bowed lowly at the Death Eaters.
"We have another brat for the nursery, it's a girl named Susan," sneered Alecto at the creatures.
"We is taking her for you's then," said the first creature, wearing a blue tea-cosy that was filthy and stained. It's tennis-ball sized eyes peered down at Susan, who felt a warmth and safe atmosphere coming from the elf.
"Mama?" asked Susan hopefully.
"I is Winky, you is safe here," said Winky gently to the baby. "I is taking the baby to be cleaned, alright?"
"Whatever, we're done here," said Amycus, and he and the rest of the gang left.
She took the baby girl aside and began cleaning her up. The baby stared at her in awe and fear. She sniffled for a while. Finally the girl calmed down, and fell asleep in the safe warmth that Winky provided.
"She is sleeping then?" asked another elf, appearing behind Winky.
"Dobby! You is frightening me," said Winky in shock.
"The boy sleeps too now," said Dobby, pointing to a crib on the other side of the room, where a red-headed boy lay fast asleep in his crib. Winky strolled over and put Susan in beside him.
"Both have red hair," said Winky.
"What is they doing with them?" asked Dobby curiously to Winky.
"I is not knowing. Young master has given me clothes and is employing me to serve new babies, I is angry, but I is having no choice," said Winky angrily.
"Same is happening for me," said Dobby sniffily, "But is good; baby can't flog us no more."
"You is bad elf Dobby! We is to be reverent to our's masters! If young master hadn't said he would come for me again, I is being upset," said Winky angrily.
"I is happy in new job, as long as babies stay safe, is all that matters," said Dobby, as they both peered into the crib where the two tiny tots rested.
"Amelia, can I see you for a moment?" asked Alastor Moody. Amelia started in surprise.
She was just a nobody right now. She was a small-time clerk in the judicial system, working her way to the top. Someday she'd be a lawyer, defending the innocent and sending the guilty to Azkaban, but for now, she was just working her way to the top.
"Yessir?" asked Amelia as she slid into his office. She was surprised to see junior Auror Rufus Scrimgeour and trainee Auror Shacklebolt in his office.
"Amelia, take a seat," said Alastor heavily. She slid into the chair, eying the two stony faced Aurors in the background. Something was very wrong.
"What's going on?" asked Amelia, brushing back her brown hair over her big, round glasses. She looked like a tiny little girl, dressed in her plain black robes with a white undershirt.
"It's Edgar, Amelia," said Rufus, when Moody paused.
"No," said Amelia, clapping a hand over her mouth in shock, "No, it's not true."
"We found them with the Dark Mark over their house. Edgar was killed first and they got Catherine too," said Moody softly.
"No, she was pregnant!" cried Amelia, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Hey now, here," said Shacklebolt in his deep, soothing voice, as he handed her a handkerchief, "There's still hope."
"Kingsley!" hissed Rufus angrily.
"What do you mean? There's a chance they're all alive?" asked Amelia hysterically.
"No, they were confirmed dead," said Moody, sounding annoyed as he glared at his underlings, "But we didn't find Susan, there's a good chance they took her and she's still alive."
"You mean like with the Weasley boy?" asked Amelia in shock.
"Exactly like the Weasley boy," said Kingsley grimly.
"Why weren't you going to tell me?" accused Amelia.
"Because we haven't finished searching the area, but we are sure that they took her," said Moody gently.
"Can you find her?" asked Amelia softly.
"We'll do our best ma'am," said Kingsley kindly.
"Well, just remember this much, if you dare give up on finding her, I'll show you just what the family Bones is capable off," said Amelia dangerously, and she stormed out to break down in the privacy of her own office.