Disclaimer: I would not have had to keep checking The Deathly Hallows to make sure that I got all my facts right if I owned Harry Potter. If I owned Harry Potter, I would already know this stuff. Clearly, I don't.

Muggle-borns were Disapparating left and right. Those who didn't have wands held onto those who did while some tried to find their family. Percy Weasley rushed to the scene, both horrified and relieved. Many of them wouldn't make it out safely, but those who did manage to escape would be free. He tried to appear as though he were trying to stop them from escaping, though he was really trying to help them get out before they were caught. "What are you doing!" he nearly shouted at a girl who looked close to his age. "Get out of here!"

"I can't!" she shouted frantically. "My parents! My little brother! I don't know where they are!"

He took a deep breath. He then made a split second decisions that would change his life permanently. He grabbed a scrap of parchment and a quill from his pocket, scribbled down an address and thrust it at her. "Go there. I'll find you family. What are their names?"

She stopped and stared at him. "How do I know that I can trust you?"

"You don't, but what other choice do you have?" he asked. "What are their names?"

"Simons. Robert, Veronica, and Joey, but I…." she started, but Percy cut her off.

"Just go! GO!" With one last fearful look, the girl Disapparated with a pop!

Finally, the chaos called down. Percy had stunned himself so that it looked as though he'd got injured in the confusion and not as though he'd been helping Muggle-borns escape. Finally, he was found by Travers who put him right and helped him to his feet. "You alright?" he asked.

"Fine," Percy said gruffly, wiping some dust of his robes. "Did we catch any?" he tried to sound hopeful, though doubtful.

"No," Travers sighed, "but that's not what has everyone worried. They found Mafalda Hopkirk stunned in an alley a couple blocks away. Looked like she'd been there all morning. She was also wearing different clothes."

"Why's that troublesome?" Percy asked, confused. "Other than the fact that she'd been clearly attacked, of course."

"Well, she'd been helping the Mudbloods escape, hasn't she? Looks like someone was impersonating her. They think the same has happened to Runcorn. When they tried to find him, they found him at home with the worst nosebleed I'd ever seen. With that much blood loss, he'd have to have been there all morning. Someone tried to break into the Ministry," Travers sighed.

Percy looked alarmed. This time he wasn't faking it. "Someone broke into the Ministry? Is that even possible?"

"Apparently it is," Travers said dryly. "We need to get back to work."

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"Weasley. What are you doing with this lot?" Runcorn asked Percy, curiously. He stared at the three people behind him.

"Yaxley wanted me to bring them to him for questioning," Percy said putting an emphasis on the word "questioning."

"Ah," Runcorn's eyes lit up. "He doesn't need any help, does he?"

"No, he said that he would tend to them himself," Percy said firmly. "If you'll excuse me, Yaxley will be getting impatient." He gave Runcorn a curt nod and shoved the three people forward.

The woman in the group began sobbing. Percy shot her a sharp look and the boy began shaking. The man tried as hard as he possibly could to not cry, but he too, had watery eyes.

Once the four of them were alone, Percy took the boy and the man's hands (the woman was gripping her husband's arm tightly and sobbing into his shoulder) and Disapparated.