AN: New chapter time! Yay!

AN2: Another flashback chapter. :)

Chapter 10: Taking Over Me

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"You don't remember me but I remember you

I lie awake and try so hard not to think of you

But who can decide what they dream?

And dream I do…

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I believe in you

I'll give up everything just to find you

I have to be with you to live, to breathe

You're taking over me"

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-"Taking Over Me" by Evanescence

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July 17, 1981: Molly Weasley smiled to herself as she watched her two-year-old son Bill run around with his toy broom, pretending to fight off mummies and dark wizards. Charlie and Ella, just seven months old, slept soundly in their playpen near the back door. She hummed happily to herself as she shook out the bedsheets and hung them on the line to dry. It was a beautiful, peaceful summer day and she couldn't be happier; she had three beautiful children, two wonderful brothers, and a loving husband who would do anything for her. Life was as close to perfect as if could possibly get.

"Excuse me, ma'am, could you point me in the direction of the nearest village? I'm afraid I'm terribly lost."

Molly looked at the dirty, cagey-eyed man with narrowed eyes. She was instantly suspicious of him; there was something cold and dangerous in his amber eyes. "Ottery St. Catchpole is about ten minutes down the road," she said shortly. "You can't miss it."

"Thank you," he said, nodding his head briefly. "I hate to be a bother, but could I trouble you for a cup of water? I've been traveling all day."

Molly was still suspicious of the man, but her good manners won out. "Of course," she said. "I'll just fetch a cup from the kitchen. Bill," she called out, picking up a twin in each arm, "it's time to come inside."

"But Muuummm…"

"No buts, William, inside now." Bill didn't dare disobey that tone of voice and sullenly followed his mother into the house. "I want you to watch your brother and sister closely now while I step back outside; I'll just be a second. Do not let them out of your sight, do you understand me young man?"

"Yes, Mum," said Bill, "but why—"

"Never mind why, Bill, just do as I say," snapped Molly, her temper worn thin by her anxiety over the strange vagabond still standing outside her back door. "I'll be back in just a second."

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Molly didn't give the strange man more than a passing thought after he left, heading off toward town and leaving her family unharmed. If she was a bit clingier than usual when Arthur arrived home that evening, well, she was a young mother of three; that was completely normal. She didn't mention the stranger to Arthur that evening, though she soon wished that she had.

That night Molly and Arthur were woken by a strong blast of untrained magic and a piercing wail coming from the nursery. Molly was out of bed and down the hall in a flash. Inside the nursery, Charlie was wailing his head off from his crib, the window was thrown open, and Ella's crib…was empty. "Arthur!" Molly called frantically. "Ella's missing!"

Arthur came barreling into the room behind his wife, glasses askew and blue checkered bathrobe falling off one shoulder. "What!" he cried, whipping out his wand from his robe pocket and glancing around the room frantically. "Where could she have gone?"

"Oh Arthur," sobbed Molly, picking up their crying son and rocking him in her arms, "I've had a horrible feeling all day. There was something off with that man earlier; I just know he had something to do with this."

"Molly, it was probably a coincidence," said Arthur weakly, trying to convince himself (rather unsuccessfully) that his wife's intuition was faulty.

"No, Arthur," she insisted stubbornly. "That man had something to do with this; I just know it!"

Arthur gave a resigned sigh. "I'll floo the aurors," he said. "Take Charlie and check up on Bill while you're waiting, Molls."

Not five minute later, Alastor Moody and his partner Chris Potter (along with Chris' protégé, a young black man by the name of Kingsley Shacklebolt) stepped out of the Burrow's fireplace, followed closely by Molly's twin brothers, Gideon and Fabian Prewett, who were both aurors alongside Moody and Potter. "Where is she?" one of the twins (Arthur never could tell them apart) demanded.

"She's up in Bill's room with the kids," said Arthur, allowing the redheaded men to brush past him on their way to comfort their sister.

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"Molly!" the twins called out as they stormed up the rickety stairs with all the grace of a herd of elephants. They burst into their nephew's room unceremoniously, relief filling their identical blue eyes as they spotted Molly sitting on the bed, hugging her two sons close.

"What happened?" asked Fabian.

"Moody was quite vague when he called us in," said Gideon.

"Ella's gone," sobbed Molly, breaking down in tears and soaking her boys' red hair. "Someone got past the wards and stole her out of her cradle."

"Our wards?" said Fabian incredulously.

"The ones that took us three bloody months to come up with?" added Gideon, just as incredulously as his twin.

"Is that all you care about?" snapped Molly irritably. "Your niece is missing and all you can do is complain about your precious wards?"

"Molly, that's not what we meant at all," said Fabian soothingly.

"We're just worried about what this could mean for the rest of your family," added Gideon, echoing his brother's tone.

Molly's lower lip quivered and her warm brown eyes filled with tears. "Oh, oh! Don't cry, Molly-Dolly," said Fabian, blue eyes widening dramatically.

"We're here for you, Molly-Dolly," added Gideon, hesitantly sitting down beside his little sister and pulling her head down to his shoulder.

Fabian joined his siblings on the bed and gently wound his arm around them. "There, there, Molly-Dolly," he said, laying his head on top of hers. "Moody and Potter are on the case; you couldn't ask for a better team."

"And that Shacklebolt kid is shaping up to be just as good as his old man ever was," added Gideon in an attempt to reassure their grief-stricken sister.

"If anyone can find your girl, it's them," said Fabian confidently.

"What about you?" asked Molly, sniffling.

"Well, we're no slouches either," bragged Gideon.

"We'll be right there with them until we find your Ella," promised Fabian.

"You can always count on us, Molly-Dolly," said Gideon.

"I know," said Molly. "You two are the best big brothers a girl could have."

"Oh stop!"

"You'll make us blush!"

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The search for Danielle Weasley was on. It only intensified once the aurors realized that she was not the first (or the last) child to be taken in a similar manner over the past year. As many aurors as could be spared with the rising threat of Voldemort and his Death Eaters were pulled off their cases to join the search. Weeks passed, then months and still nothing. The Weasleys were beginning to lose hope of ever seeing their precious daughter again. It wasn't until late March of 1982 that there was any sort of big break in the case, but when it broke…lives shattered, changed irrevocably…for better or for worse.

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March 28, 1982: "Molly! Molly! Gid and I've figured it out!"

Molly discreetly wiped her eyes and looked up from the cutting board as her twin brothers, wide smiles on their identical faces, ran into the kitchen of the Burrow. "Figured what out, Fab?" she asked.

"Chris Potter and Shacklebolt have been stuck on a lead in Ella's case for the past three months and we think we've finally cracked it for them!" the elder redheaded twin said happily.

Molly's brown eyes widened hopefully. "Tell me," she demanded, pulling her brothers down to sit with her at the kitchen table.

"Well, Potter's brother-in-law has a son who's a werewolf," explained Fabian, "and he says that the packs have been recruiting lately."

"They don't take too kindly to being told no and, well, apparently there's been a sudden surge of young, newly-bitten werewolves being spirited away recently," added Gideon.

"Rumor has it that other kids have been disappearing too."

"Wizarding kids, or at least kids with wizarding talent."

"All the reports have one thing in common: all the parents admit to having seen a scruffy, dangerous-looking man hanging around their children prior to their disappearance."

"Do they have any idea who he is?" asked Molly desperately.

"They have a name," said Gideon.

"He calls himself Fenrir Greyback," added Fabian.

Molly frowned. "I've never heard of him," she said.

"I can't imagine that he goes around introducing himself to his victims' families," said Gideon.

"Seems that would be rather counterproductive, aye?" added Fabian.

Molly rolled her eyes. "That's not what I meant," she said. "Do the aurors have a plan for catching him?"

"Yeah," said Gideon. "Moody's sources found Greyback's hideout and—"

"We're planning a raid for tomorrow," finished Fabian.

"I wish you all the best of luck," said Molly, hugging her brothers tight. "Find my Ella and bring her home, boys."

"We will, Molls, promise," said Gideon, squeezing his little sister tighter.

"We'll bring her back," added Fabian, squeezing her as well, "or die trying."

"Please don't die," Molly said, her voice muffled in Gideon's shoulder. "I don't know what I'd do without you two."

"Well hopefully you'll never find out," said Gideon, stroking Molly's red hair affectionately.

"We'll do everything in our power to come back safe," added Fabian, kissing the top of his sister's head.

"I'll hold you boys to that," said Molly, composing herself with a deep breath and wiping a stray tear from her freckled cheek. "Now go on, boys, and bring your niece home safe with you."