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Spellbinding
Page 7
"I'm so sorry mum, please no….I can clean it up."
"No its all right," said Molly. "Well this won't be doing us a bit of good."
Mrs. Weasley pulled out her wand and cleaning up the mess didn't take long, her mother used a repairing charm to mend the broken dish. However, the butter was a complete waste. The strange sensation, that Ginny had been feeling before was gone now and Ginny was able to conduct some control over her arms and legs again. It crossed her mind only once to tell her mother, but the last thing she wanted to do was add another worry to her day.
"Where are you going dear?" asked Mrs. Weasley, the second Ginny opened the front door.
"No…no where, Just outside is all." She needed fresh air. She wanted to leave the tedious work of cooking to her mother. With her brother wedding approaching, Ginny knew she would soon have her fair share of chores. Her mum would likely use a sticking charm to confine them both to the kitchen.
She stepped out into the yard. The afternoon sun was shining brightly over head. However, further off, there was a disturbing formation of clouds brewing. Flashes of lighting would streak free and escape the wind-shaped funnels. It was impossible to see even a scratch of blue sky as Ginny looked out beyond the hills of Catchpole. Thankfully, daylight had escaped the gloomy wrath of the storm and brought it for them to enjoy for a little while, the burrow stood bathe in sunlight. Ginny tried to judge the distance of the storm, she waited, and counted between the rolling thunder clashes and fast streaks of white light as they touched the land. It would reach them by nightfall at the latest. She stroked back her long red hair, grasping it into a large mass at the base of her neck and something glimmered in her right eye, lying there on the narrow road leading up to their front door. It flickered again.
She walked slowly up the pathway, it was bumpy and patchy with holes that had been dug out by the gnomes. The bushes and wild field grass was so overgrown, she had no idea how her mother intended to have the place ready for guest. Ginny looked down and there, lying in the dust and gravel was her silver brush. She picked it up. It was without a doubt hers. She had no idea what had happened to it. Not until the night of Harry's flight, from the muggles. . . .
"Ginny!…Ginny!.. Get up, quickly now!…wake up and get dressed!" Her mother was beside herself, looking hysterical and wide-eyed. She could tell from the dismay in her voice, that something was wrong. For a moment Ginny did nothing, as she let her eyes adjust to the darkness in her room.
"What's wrong mum. Where's Harry, . . .where are the others?"
"It's freezing in here. Why is your window open?" Her mother wrapped her sweater tightly around herself and made a bee line for Ginny's window, slamming it shut. "Why, would you leave that open all night, a boggart could get in!"
"But I didn't. . ." Ginny was confused she had no idea that the window was open at all. She started to say so, but her mother was nearly on the verge of tears. "Mum. . . . what's wrong?" she asked.
"It's the Order, it's Harry…Ooo Ginny it's Harry, something has happened….oh heavens I don't know how they knew, but something has happened. Your father has already gone. The Death Eaters found out, your brothers and the others are missing. . . . Come on, you've got to get up now." Her mother flipped over a woven basket filled with clean linen and tossed Ginny a set of clothing, telling her to move with quickly.
It wasn't long before they received a second owl from her father, telling them that indeed Harry and the others had been attacked by Death Eaters. Harry was safe for now, but they will formed a search for those that were still lost. The decoy of using the seven potters had ended tragically. Hours went by, dragging like the decades. She tried to comfort her mother, but Molly's fears were without end. Her mother became very frantic screaming rubbish about the Ministry, throwing about lies, hiding the truth of it all.
She even blamed herself, and said how it was all her fault. . ."Oh God, I should have never allowed them to go!" she cried, racing out into the dark lawn searching the sky's for any sign of them.
Her mother's fears, they turned into more tears and now she was ranting on and on about a boggart from the Grimmauld's Place. Her mother's abnormal behavior was scaring Ginny. Molly began pulling out objects and things that Ginny had never seen before. Old and peculiar books marked in strange runes. Some, outdated, and very heavy. Ginny opened one and instantly knew it was dark. Her stomach gave a lurch, to think her mother even own such things. Ginny snatched several of them from the table, and begged her Mother not to use them, but Molly shouted at her, hurting her feelings terribly. Ginny stepped away with painful tears in her eyes. She stood and watched as her mother cast a spell on their old clock ; mumbling a constant phrases, with strange words and Ginny had no idea what they meant. Her mother told her to trust her, she said it was only for protection against them.
But if Harry had not arrived when he had, she knew she would have to send word to her father, and beg him to return home. Her mother was not in a right state of mind anymore, and Ginny did not know how to calm her. She was casting spells everywhere and on everything.
At last everyone began to appear. George had been terribly injured and his red blood sprayed droplets on their kitchen floor. It looked as if a duel had taken place right there at the Burrow. Suddenly and before anyone could understand why. Remus grabbed Harry and her brother's body fell to the kitchen floor. Her mother let out a scream, and started spitting foul words at Remus. She was snarling mad. Hagrid shouted too, demanded for him to let Harry go. It was pandemonium.
"What creature sat in the corner the first time that Harry Potter visited my office at Hogwarts?"
Ginny thought it was insane question to ask, because there was no time for this. Of course he was Harry who else could he be. Her mother covered her brothers body but her hands were trembling so badly that she was having trouble performing a healing spell for him.