A/N: I FORGOT ABOUT CHARLIE! I'm going to add him to the first chapter! Sorry everyone!
Discalimer: J.K. Rowling would've written this better.
Bill looked up from the cookie Fleur had handed him when she sat down in his lap. He was quite certain he'd just heard his eldest daughter screaming, and it wasn't the good kind (not that there was any good kind with Teddy around). Before he could rise from his chair, his wife, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were all out of their seats and running up the stairs, wands drawn. His mother, Audrey, and Andromeda had now come into the room, looking concerned. Then Fleur screamed.
The whole family raced upstairs. Ginny looked as if someone had confunded her. She stood in the doorway motionless and uncomprehending. Harry was upturning George and Angelina's room, and Ron was trying in vain to prevent Fleur from ripping her hair out as she sobbed senselessly in French.
All Bill could make out was "Mes bebes! Mes bebes!" My babies! My babies! In the confusion of the moment, Bill had neglected to notice the most important thing. The children were gone.
"Oh my God," said a high pitched voice behind him. He turned and watched Hermione's bushy hair ascending the stairs faster than Fred or George had ever learned to apparate. 30 seconds later, he heard her shout "Lily!" before he registered the vibrations her feet made pounding on the support beams.
"Stop," Hermione cried breathlessly. Nobody paid her any attention. Ron had run into the room to prevent Harry from blasting it to pieces. Bill was holding Fleur against is chest, shaking in tandem with her, as he began to allow fear to cave into him. Ginny was shaking her head in disbelief. Audrey was rubbing circles on the back of a sobbing Percy. Andromeda and Angelina were trying, in vain, to pull an inconsolable George off the floor, and Arthur was holding a wailing Molly in his arms. Only Charlie managed to stay at all composed, and that was only because he was unable to see or hear what was happening. His hearing was not as good as it could have been, since Norberta had roared in his ear.
Most parents may not have jumped to the awful conclusion that some dark wizard had captured or killed their children, but these parents had known war. They had known pain and suffering, and death. They had watched their friends and family being tortured and mutilated by the very people they hated and feared most. They had fought for a better world for their children, and four of them were still on the hunt for the remainder of Voldemort's allies. The idea that their precious children would ever have to face what they had known was intolerable. Their spirits could not take anymore.
"For Heaven's sakes stop it!" Hermione yelled. Harry and Ron looked stunned. George, Ginny, and Fleur looked like they were ready to strangle her. "Everyone downstairs, I know where they are."
A/N- I hoped you liked it! I can't tell you how much I enjoy writing this. Please review if you can!
Paz,
Sydney