"Hurry up, Hunn!" Ron urges her

Hunn grabbed her gift wrapped in golden paper and ran down the stairs to where everyone but Harry and Ginny were waiting. Molly had sent Harry and Ginny out to the garden to hunt for her missing knitting needles while she prepared for dinner.

Everyone else had been given a job to complete before Harry and Ginny returned. Hunn was to set the table with Hermione while Fred and George were trusted to collect the presents from everyone. Ronald was on the lookout, and Molly was finishing her sizeable golden snitch cake.

Molly placed sparklers in the center and turned to everyone, smiling, "Alright, everyone! Lights off and gather around the door!"

Everyone gathered together and hunched down as Ronald clicked his Deluminator, causing the lights to fly in his direction before it darkened.

They stood and crouched around the door, "Are we sure Ginny knows to bring him in?" Ron whispered.

Fred snorted, "I'm sure she'll bring him in as soon as they're finished snogging."

"Oh, hush, George."

"It's Fred, Mum."

"Then hush Fred, we need to be quiet."

Fred leaned close to Hunn and wrapped an arm around her waist, "Did you bring the present down?"

Hunn leaned into his side, "Yes, I snuck it onto the table when no one was looking."

"Good," Fred slipped his hand from around her waist to her round arse and squeezed before whispering in her ear, "Have you noticed how much bigger your butt has gotten?"

A giggle escaped her, "Fred, you need to hush. Your Mum is right over there."

She could feel him shrug in the dark, "She can't hear us."

A huff sounded from across the room, "But I can," Bill muttered, glaring at his brothers even though they couldn't see him.

George snickered, "Then I guess I shouldn't mention that your tit's are mass-"

Hunn tried to slap her hand over his mouth but missed and slapped him instead, "Shut it, George. Your brother doesn't need to know to hear about my tits."

Charlie laughed, "At least they married someone with common sense."

They sat chatting in the dark for a few moments longer before the door opened; Ron took this as his cue and clicked the lights back on, sending the balls of light flying as everyone stood and cheered, "Happy Birthday!"

Harry and Ginny stood close together near the door, watching and smiling as everyone sang for Harry in off-key voices that filled the air with cheer and happiness.

Molly hurried to the front and held the large cake for Harry to see, "Happy Birthday, Harry."

Harry looked around at everyone with a small smile and the makings of tears in his eyes, "Thank you. Thank you so much," He blew the sparklers out, and everyone cheered.

"You're a man now, Harry!" George shouted.

Molly set the cake down at the head of the table and began cutting everyone a slice, "Alright, Harry gets the first piece, but after that, it's first come!"

They began to gather around and collect their cake. Hunn approached. She noticed all the edge pieces were gone, so she hurried around the redheads until she found her husband standing with three cake plates.

George grinned as she approached and held it out of her reach, "What do you say?"

"Please?" she tried smiling.

"Nope," he told her, popping the 'p,' "try again."

"Pretty please, with sugar on top, and I'll help you get back at Charlie for laughing at you?"

He winked and handed her a large piece, "I knew you would want an edge, so I grabbed an extra for you."

She couldn't help but smile as she took her first bite, "You know me so well. Thank you," she danced as she took a bite of the delicious cake, moaning as it melted in her mouth.

"Anything for you, light of my life."

Harry sat uncomfortably at the head of the table and ate his cake as everyone gathered around to watch him open his gifts. Molly approached him first and helped out with a small box. He took the square parcel she had for him and unwrapped it slowly. Inside was a watch like Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had given Ron for his seventeenth. It was gold, with stars circling the face instead of hands.

"It's traditional to give a wizard a watch when he comes of age," said Mrs. Weasley, watching him anxiously from beside the cooker, "I'm afraid that one isn't new like Ron's; it was my brother Fabian's, and he wasn't careful with his possessions, it's a bit dented on the back, but..."

The rest of her speech was lost. Harry got up and hugged her tight. Anyone could see that he was trying to put many unsaid things into the hug, and perhaps she understood them because she patted his cheek clumsily when he released her.

"Happy birthday, Harry!" said Hermione, hurrying to his side with her present, "It's not much, but I hope you like it," She leaned over to Ron and whispered, "What did you get him?"

Ron pretended not to hear her, "Come on, then, open Hermione's!" They watched as he opened the box Hermione had bought him. It turned out to be a new Sneakoscope.

The other packages contained an enchanted razor from Bill and Fleur, "Ah yes, zis will give you ze smoothest shave you will ever 'ave," Fleur told him excitedly, "but you must tell it clearly what you want ... otherwise you might find you 'ave a little less hair and you would like ..." She smiled and cast Bill a sideways glance that said sorry.

Fred and George carried a large box over to Harry and set it on the ground near his feet; it was filled with the latest Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes merchandise that they had planned to release in their store before they shut it down, "We're still sending things out daily, but we're not moving out merchandise as quickly as before so we've decided to give you a little bit of our new products!"

Harry laughed when he pulled out a little black box wrapped in a bow. The side said Voice changer Delux, Old Hag edition, "Thanks! I don't know what I would do without this!"

Hunn took her gift off the table and handed it to Harry, who looked at her curiously, "You didn't have to get me something too, Hunn."

She waved her hand and smiled, "I couldn't help myself."

He opened the box and pulled out a small red leather journal and a black ink feather quill set, "This is beautiful."

Hunn gave him a wink, "It's so you can keep track of all your homework assignments."

Ron groaned, "Come on, this is a birthday. Don't remind us of school."

They all laughed and played a few games of exploding snaps before it was time for bed. Hermione pulled Harry and Ron up the stairs and out of sight while Bill and Fleur helped Molly clean up the mess left behind.

"Come on, let's get to bed," George told his brother and wife.

Fred scooped her in his arms and carried her up the stairs, "I can't wait until this wedding is over tomorrow, and we can go back to our beds!"

George laughed behind them on the narrow stairs, "Yeah, it feels like the summers between years sleeping with the three of us in that bed."

"Tell me about it. I wake up between you two, and your morning breath is dreadful," Hunn joked.

Fred and George were silent, "We didn't want to do this..."

"...we never would have told you..."

"...but you asked for it."

Through her laugh, she asked, "What?"

"You snore," They said together, "Loudly."

"I do not!"

"Do, too."

"Shakes the room. You're so loud," Fred added.

George grinned, "We put a silencing charm around your head when you keep us up."

"Quit it. Such jokesters."

Fred kicked the door open and set her on the bed, "Yes, joking..."

George plopped down in bed and pulled her down, wrapping his arms around her waist, "We love you..."

"...despite your snoring," Fred poked her side and kissed her lips.

She laughed at them and snuggled closer to them both. Fred waved his wand, and the light surrounded them in darkness as they laughed and chatted before falling into a blissful sleep, cradled in each other's arms.

They woke the following day to a panicked Molly running down the stairs, "I am late!"

Hunn rolled over on top of George and groaned in his ear, "Your mum is so loud."

Fred swung an arm over his wife and brother, pulling them closer, "Sounds like she woke up late."

"What time is it?"

Hunn glanced up at the clock on the wall, which was splattered and dried on goo, "I think it's five in the morning."

They all groaned together, pulling the small blanket up over their heads.

"Fred! George!" Molly yelled up the stairs

When no one responded, she stomped up the stairs and opened the bedroom door, "I told you I would need your help! Your Father is up already. Come downstairs in ten minutes, have a cup of tea, and help us get this wedding going!"

George and Fred rolled out of bed, placing Hunn on the pillow behind them as they rubbed their faces and glared at their mother.

"Haha..." Hunn teased them, snuggling into the pillow that smelled of George

Molly huffed a laugh, "Hunn, I hope you're not forgetting that you promised to help the girls get ready today."

"That's not until later..."

"Later is now. Please don't tell me you forgot you promised to help me clean and decorate before the guests arrive."

Hunn groaned and sat up to rub the sleep from her eyes.

Fred and George crouched down and gave her a smile through sleep-filled eyes, "Haha."

They tugged her to her feet, and Molly left them alone to dress and prepare for the day. Fred and George threw on an old outfit from their 'younger' days; they called it a fashion throwback, but Hunn knew they had just put on something they had left in their old room.

Hunn used a quick spell to refresh her clothes and begin her special duties for the day. She kissed them both and sent them off to help their Father before she stepped out to wake the others. She started with Ginny and Hermione, knowing they would be the easiest to wake. When the three girls opened the door to Ron's room, they saw the boys wrapped in their blankets, and loud snoring filled the room.

Hermione stepped up and opened the curtains, "Rise and shine!"

They didn't move an inch.

Ginny stepped up and plugged Ron's nose while he slept. For a moment, he stopped breathing until he opened his mouth, "Eww. Gross Ronald. Your breath is wretched," she said, stepping back and waving the smell away.

"Alright, let me show you how it's done," Hunn whispered with a wicked grin, "But first, a warning. Time to wake up, boys."

No response.

Hunn waved Hermione and Ginny to the doorway out of the line of fire. She reached for a bucket outside the door and filled her wand with sparkling water that bounced and shined in the morning light.

"Do you know that feeling when your foot or hand starts to fall asleep? The pinpricks all over?"

The girls nodded, still slightly confused by her questioning and the bucket of water she filled.

Hunn held her wand over the two boys, "Last warning. Time to wake up, boys," they groaned and twisted around in their sheets before quieting again. She flicked her wand, and the sparkling water dropped over their beds. For a moment, it was quiet, and then they screamed.

"Holy hell," Ron yelled, jumping up from his bed as Harry rolled tangled in his covers, unable to escape them.

"Blood fucking shit. What the hell is this?"

Harry howled, "A million pins are pricking my skin!"

The girls laughed and cried as they watched them jump and scream.

"Make it stop!" they begged, still jumping and patting at their body as if it would make it all go away.

Hunn raised her wand while clutching her side, laughing, "Fine, fine."

With another flick of her wrist and a wave of her wand, they relaxed and collapsed onto the floor, sending them glares as they continued to laugh.

"We have a wedding today, boys. Time to wake up," Ginny told them as she turned and walked out of the room, presumably to head down for a bite.

"You're helping your Father and your brothers today before the wedding. Same for you, Harry. Now get dressed and come down for a bite."

They stayed silent.

Hunn turned back to them from the doorway, "If you're not downstairs in ten minutes. I'll fill another bucket..." she warned before heading for breakfast.

She skipped down the stairs. She's having a wonderful day so far.

She took a cup of tea from Hermione, sat beside Ginny to relax before their day began, and chatted about what they thought the new school year would be like. Their imagination led them to a glum place, and they quickly changed the topic of conversation to what shenanigans they thought might happen at the wedding instead.

Before long, Ron and Harry stomped down the stairs and joined them for some tea, looking rather grumpy. Their hair was messy, and they were still in their pajamas, half asleep and looking like they would sneak off to bed again.

Hunn sighed, "Hermione, Ginny. You're with me today. We are decorating, and then we must help Flure and the boys get ready."

They nodded and sipped their tea.

"Ron and Harry, you will help Fred and George set up with Arthur. Then, at noon, you're mine."

They looked scared momentarily before giving her a little nod and looking away.

"Alright, let's get started."

They finished their tea and moved in a hurry. The boys got away from her, and her wicked tricks, and the girls moved with her to get things done.

Harry and Ron spent the morning doing labor-intensive work setting up the tents for the wedding and the reception later in the evening. Hunn spent the day avoiding a panicked Molly with Ginny and Hermione while setting up the flowers and decorations where needed. This wedding was a lot more planned and detail-oriented than her wedding ever could have hoped to be, but to each their own.

Everyone knew Flure was 'that' girl and was not one to mess with. So they worked twice as hard to make this wedding one to remember. Hunn and Hermione worked for hours on the flowers, turning them the proper shade of light pastel blue and others a crisp white.

Ginny ran into the sitting area at half past ten in the morning, screaming. Everyone looked up and had to stifle their laughter. Ginny had turned her hair neon orange and curled it so tightly to her scalp that it was almost as if she had chopped her hair off in some protest.

"Help me. Someone, please help me," she begged, near tears.

With wide eyes, Hermione asked softly, "What did you do?"

"I was trying to just even out the color in my hair and curl it to look nice for the wedding. I don't know what went wrong."

Tears started to fill her eyes as Harry walked in.

"No!" she screamed before running back upstairs before anyone else could see her.

Hunn waved her wand and finished her work quickly to follow Ginny up the stairs, "Harry, you bring Ron to me in thirty minutes, and I will get you both ready."

Hermione followed Hunn up the stairs, and together, they found Ginny crying in her room, her face clutched in her hands.

"Hermione... Hunn... Can you help me fix this? Please?"

Hermione sat beside Ginny and rubbed her back, "Of course, we'll do everything we can."

Hunn laughed, "We can help you, but first, let me tell you what I did to my hair in the second year right before Halloween."

Ginny looked up and wiped her tears away, "What did you do?"

"I managed to do away with both my eyebrows. I had ordered charmed tweezers from a Teen Witch magazine, and they... Got out of hand."

Ginny managed to chuckle, "What did you do?"

At this moment, Hermione and Ginny listened intently, all problems forgotten as Hunn enchanted them with her past misery and misfortune. She crawled behind Ginny and started to assess the situation as she worked, "Before I lost both my brows, I tried to dye my hair using the mix from the same magazine. It was supposed to turn my hair a wonderful shade of royal blue to match my house."

"Oh no," Hermione let out, imagining the worst.

Hunn laughed, "Oh yes. I used it all over my hair, and at the time, my hair was probably to my mid-back. Nice and long."

Hunn used her wand and tested a few charms to loosen the curls to no avail, "Hermione, could you go to the garden and bring me some sage, a few mint leaves, and a good amount of honey, as well as a bit of lavender and a fistful of Rosemarie or as much as you can find."

Hermione ran off to procure the items while Hunn worked with the curls, her charms only loosening them slightly, "The herbs should help."

Hermione returned a moment later, her arms full with a bowl to boot, "I got as much as I could find."

Hunn handed the lavender to Ginny, "You breathe this in while I work," she blended the herbs into a powder before adding water from a nearby cup, "When I put the paste into my hair, I knew right away that it was a bad idea, but I ignored it."

Hunn continued her story by rubbing the paste into Ginny's scalp and slowly massaging it, "It burned so bad, but I kept going because I wanted blue hair for Halloween."

The hair under her fingers relaxed and straightened slowly, "What happened?" they both whispered on the edge of their seats.

"I followed the directions and waited twenty-five minutes before rinsing it. When I rinsed it out, clumps of my hair started to break off in my hands."

"Oh, God!"

"Holy hell! What did you do!"

"I cried for a few hours. Bawled my eyes out in the bathroom. When I could finally get it together, I dried my hair and noticed a bald spot the size of a golf ball right on top of my head, but the rest of my hair was blue!"

Hermione burst out laughing, filling the room with life as Ginny followed her in laughing.

"I brushed my hair into a ponytail and used a glamour to hide the spot in front," Hunn ran her hands through Ginny's relaxed hair and patter her arm, "Rinse this out, and then we'll fix the color."

Ginny rushed from the room and returned with wet hair a moment later, "I can't believe you fixed it!"

Hunn took the rest of the herbs and blended them into another bit of powder before adding the honey and mint, "This should help relax the color and bring it back to natural tones," She rubbed it in and added a good amount all over, "I used the glamour to hide my bald spot, and then I used my wand to draw on temporary brows before I went out to the Ravenclaw Halloween shindig."

They waited for her to continue and prodded when she stayed silent, "Tell us what happened!" and "Keep going!"

"Well, I went to the party, and everything was fine until I had too much Fire Whisky. I started to get a bit dizzy, and I didn't know that it would affect my magic at the time. Long story short, my brows faded before the night ended, and my bald spot was on full display for everyone."

"I'm so sorry, Hunn."

Hunn pulled Ginny's hair back, smiling at them both, "Don't be. Thankfully, all the first and second years were sloshed by the time it wore off. I woke up in the morning with a headache and a lot of hair on my pillow.

"I used this same mix with a bit of aloe and jasmine to help my hair start growing. Before too long, my hair was back, and I didn't need to use glamour anymore."

As Hunn finished her story, she used the paste to help set Ginny's hair in loose curls that fell and framed her face beautifully while removing the extra, "Now the color is fixed, and you have beautiful curls for tonight."

Ginny bounced up to her mirror and gasped, "It's beautiful! Thank you, thank you so much!"

Hermione looked in awe, "Can you do my hair too?"

"Of course I can! I do need more herbs."

Just as Ron and Harry entered the room, Hermione was gone in a flash, pushing past them out the door to get what Hunn needed to do her hair.

Ginny and Harry locked as still as stone as Ginny flushed, "Hello, Harry."

Harry couldn't form a coherent thought and gazed at her with affection and love, "Wow..."

"Ron, Get dressed in your robes, Harry, you too. Then come back and see me for your hair and your potion."

Ron nodded and pulled Harry out of the room by the arm.

Hermione returned with her hands full, "Can you help me straighten mine?"

Hunn gave her a soft look, "Hermione, I will not take away your beautiful curls, but if you let me, I'll give you a beautiful look."

Hermione blushed and nodded, "Alright..."

Hunn went to work and mixed and added in everything she needed while telling Hermione and Ginny about the time in the fourth year when she accidentally tore her robe while walking up the grand staircase, "...it started to change just as I was about to step off. I almost fell three floors down but managed to hold on. Only to have the tail of my robe get caught and torn right in front of the most handsome boy in Gryffindor's house, Wood. I nearly died when he looked down at me. My robe was torn, and my skirt flipped up because I fell on my face. He wouldn't look at me for weeks..."

They howled with laughter as Harry and Ron walked in with their robes on.

"... I think he saw my knickers... and just didn't want to say anything. Such a polite boy.."

"What...?"

Hunn turned to the boys and smiled, "Don't you worry. Harry, head down and find Fred and George. They have the hairs for your Polyjuice potion. Ron, have a seat."

Ron didn't move at first; his eyes were locked on Hermione, who had stood and pushed her softer, looser curls to the side. Her newer, beautiful look mesmerized him, and he blushed when she cleared her throat. Stumbling over, he sat, and Hermione rushed from the room to change. Hunn went to work and made Ron's hair presentable for the wedding before sending him off.

A young, thin boy with curly red hair walked in and sat before her, "Just to make sure. You are Harry, aren't you?"

He laughed and nodded, "Yeah, it's me."

She went to work while chatting him up about the wedding and Ginny. He quietly admitted that he hated to hurt Ginny the way he did but explained he had to, "Harry, tell me why you had to let Ginny go?"

His head slumped forward, "I just had to..."

Hunn pinched his neck, "Don't give me excuses. Now tell me what you're planning," Her voice gave him no room to argue, and he rubbed the spot she pinched.

"I'm leaving after the wedding."

She slicked his hair back only to have it fly forward again, "This is a mess."

"I have to leave. I'm sorry, but I have to."

"Harry, I was talking about your hair," She patted his back and tried her best to fix his wild hair, "I know you have to leave. I've already spoken to Hermione about it. I gave her a few things. Some potions, a few books, and other things you may need. I just wanted to hear it from you..."

He stood and gave her a look, "Thanks for not telling me to stay. Or to go to school..."

Hunn smiled big, "I wouldn't dream of it! You have things you need to do. Just don't forget to write if you need help," She told him with a wink.

"But owls can be captured..."

"I never said anything about an owl. A little book and a quill will do just fine."

He gave her a confused look, but a lightbulb seemed to go off behind his eyes, and he nodded before leaving her alone once more. Hunn took the next few hours to do her hair and change into her short black dress.

Molly found her just before noon and smiled brightly, "Flure is requesting you do her hair... if possible..."

Hunn nodded, gathered her supplies, and followed Molly down the hall to get to work on her last client of the day.

...

"Do you, William Arthur Weasley, take Fleur Delacour to be your wife from now until the end of both your lives?"

He looked into Fleur's eyes, tears flowing, and said, "I do."

"And do you, Fleur Delacour, take William Arthur Weasley to be your husband until the end of both your lives?"

"Ey'e do," She sobbed, squeezing Bill's hands tightly.

"With the power vested in me by the Ministry of Magic. I now pronounce you Mr. and Mrs. William Weasley! You may kiss your bride."

Fleur leaned in closer and kissed the long and jagged scars along Bill's face before he captured her lips in a heated kiss. Friends and family cheered and cried as they turned to face the crowd. Now married and happier than ever, they walked down the aisle waving at everyone with tears in their eyes.

The wedding danced right into the reception with food, and Firewhiskey. There were more redheads under one tent than Hunn had ever seen in one place, and everyone was joyful. Music played loudly, and everyone danced and congratulated the happy couple.

Drunken singing and laughing rang through the air as the bride and groom were passed around from relative to relative.

Fred wrapped an arm around Hunn, and George lifted her onto his toes so the three could dance with all their family and friends surrounding them. Happiness seemed to fill the air, and as Hunn breathed it in, her husbands spun her around the dancefloor. She saw Bill and Fleur dancing from the corner of her eyes and Harry chatting with odd family members who approached him.

Ron seemed to be stalking Hermione from across the dancefloor as she was spun around by Charlie, laughing and having the time of her life. The poor boy was too afraid to approach his brother and ask her for a dance.

Fred caught his Mother and Father dancing slowly to the side, kissing softly, and said, "Do you think we'll be that happy as we get older?"

"Of course," George told him, patting his shoulder, "We have the shop!"

Hunn huffed and stomped on his toes.

He winced and smiled, "Alright! Alright! You know we'll always be happy together, my sweetheart," He whispered, kissing her forehead.

"That's better," she told him, resting her head on his chest. They danced and whispered to themselves, imagining their lives in forty years when they were old and graying. Fred said they would still be running the shop, and she would keep them in line. Before she could retort, a blue and white lynx pranced through the air, illuminating everything and charging through the crowd before stopping in the middle of the dance floor.

Shackle bolt's sonorous voice booms, "The Ministry has fallen. The Minister of Magic is dead. They are coming..." Then it disappears, his voice echoing in the silence his announcement left behind.

All was quiet until a scream broke free, and then chaos. Everyone ran in all directions, apparating with their loved ones and rushing into the Burrow to flee by Floo.

George pulled Hunn and Fred over to his Mother and Father, who were frozen in shock, still holding each other in their arms. They looked around and saw Hermione, Ron, and Harry rushing from the tent together.

Harry attempted to break free and help those staying behind, but Lupin screamed for the Golden Trio to 'Go' and then turned to search for his pregnant wife.

Hunn watched as Hermione snatched Harry and Ron by the hand and apparated them away into the night. Fred and George drew their wands seconds before dark clouds of smoke arrived and set the wedding ablaze.

Everyone who hadn't left in the first few moments was going now, disappearing as quickly as they could, and as soon as Fred and George turned to take the rest of their family away, they were all knocked apart. Hunn was sent flying into the air before being caught in the arms of a hooded figure.

Fred and George were separated as they tried to rush to her aide and restrained with a body bind curse on the floor. Molly and Arthur were captured and held in the arms of other Death Eaters who grinned wickedly.

Fred looked around for anyone else, but the tent was empty, and the field burned. Bill and Fleur must have managed to escape together, but Charlie was unconscious near the wedding cake, his head bleeding.

The tent was on fire above them as more Death Eaters came with their wands raised. When they all stood together, they waved their masks away. Crabbe and Goyal Sr., Avery, Lucius Malfoy, Grayback, and Bellatrix Lestrange stood smiling and laughing as everything burned around them.

Bellatrix stepped forward and danced around them all, "We crashed the wedding! We crashed the wedding!" when she stopped, crouched next to Charlie, and played with his hair, Fred screamed.

"Leave him alone!" Fred screamed from his place on the floor, struggling against his invisible binds.

She looked over at him and grinned, "You're right. He can't tell me where little Potter is. Not in his condition," Bellatrix strolled over to Fred, placing her curved wand at his throat, "But you can, crucio," She whispered, laughing as he began to scream.

Fred's screams filled the air, and Hunn begged and pleaded for her to stop. It served and radiated through the air, almost like she was being hit with the curse herself. Her body remembered what it was like, the pain and the intensity of the burning in her bones—the ripping and stabbing at her skin.

Now Fred was screaming his head off. Bellatrix stood with her back bowed and laughing as she jabbed her wand at his squirming and screaming body.

"We don't know anything! They left without a word!" Arthur screamed, tears falling down his face as he watched his son wither in agony,

Bellatrix raised her wand and broke her spell, "Gone?"

Molly nodded through her tears, "Yes, they're gone. They left just moments ago, I swear it."

Bellatrix smiled and turned to Molly with her wand outstretched, "Is that so, Mum?" She smiled crookedly, "I think we should search the house just to be sure."

Hunn couldn't take it anymore, "They left! They've been planning it all summer!"

The air went still, and all eyes turned to her.

"I helped them! I gave them everything they needed and more to get away from you!" Hunn roared, her throat raw and her face dripping with sadness, "I sat with them for hours and planned. They wouldn't leave until after the wedding, but it doesn't matter. They're gone, and you won't find them."

"Stop. Hunn, stop," George begged her, "Don't tell them anymore."

"I'm sorry, George. They need to know they won't get anything from you, Fred, or anyone else. I was the only one helping them. I'm the only one who knows anything."

A maniacal laugh broke through, "So you know everything, do you? Little miss knows it all."

"Maybe a good crucio will loosen her lips..." Lucius drawled, slipping his wand from his cane and taking slow and deliberate steps to where Avery restrained Hunn.

He raised his wand, and Avery threw her to the ground roughly so she landed on her knees before them, wincing yet still holding her back straight.

Lucius smiled softly, "Such a beautiful sight to see a lovely young woman on her knees."

Hunn spat at his shoes, "Fuck you, Lucius Malfoy, you demented fucker."

He crouched before her and used his wand to flick her hair from her face. He used his wand to trace the side of her head as she scowled at him, "Crucio..." He whispered, moving his want to poke into the flesh of her belly.

Her scream rang out as she remembered, and everyone cringed, forcing their eyes away from where she lay curled on the ground in a tight little ball, straining her lungs.

Even the Death Eaters averted their eyes as Lucius gazed down at her screaming lips as if mesmerized by her pain. He watched her every muscle twitch and spasmed, "This must feel familiar to you. Who was it that made you scream so loud before? Felix?"

As she screamed, Hunn closed her eyes and tried not to remember the feeling of the wand in her neck and then her belly as she lay crying for her child.

"He still talks about you. About how it felt to see you scream until you couldn't anymore. Until your voice began to fade..."

Memories assaulted her, hitting her like a ton of bricks as he spoke.

...

"Do what? Destroy you? Ruin your reputation, as you did mine?" he sneered at her, "Stupid cunt, you ran away with those poor, ugly, blood traitors. I could have given you the world," he raged on, "I could have made you a princess," He told her, shoving his wand deeper into her throat.

She shook now with fear, and her body locked up more as she curled around her belly, trying to protect it.

His face held so much anger and hate, "The dark lord heard of what you did, how you left me and allowed those filthy Weasleys to touch you. He gave you to me," He laughed, "Now it's my turn to hurt you. Crucio," He whispered with his wand still shoved into her neck and a filthy grin on his face.

Her scream echoed loudly around them as her body spasmed.

"You've walked around baring their bastard child. A Blood traitor child, when you could have had me!" he screamed, his spittle landing on her face.

He spoke for himself because she couldn't hear him over the pain coursing through her body. Pain that filled her to breaking. Her body shook, and she screamed at the sky as tears streamed down her face.

...

"Fuck off," George screamed in rage, "Leave her alone. You know damn well she won't tell you anything! None of us will!"

Bellatrix grabbed everyone's attention, "We know none of you will talk. We came here tonight to see if we could catch wee little Potter. It's a shame we came too late."

Avery laughed, "Now that they're gone, we just want to have a little fun."

Wands came out, and for hours, they screamed. Molly, Arthur, Fred, George, and Hunn. At the top of their lungs, as pain filled every cell of their beings, they screamed and begged, pleaded, and dreamed for their pain to stop.

The Death Eaters grew bored as each of them blacked out, one by one until it was only Fred's screaming of rage and pain filling the air.

"Strong man, are you? It's too bad you couldn't protect your family. Too bad you won't ever be good enough to save them," Lucius whispered as he finally broke his spell. He stood and raised his foot over Fred's face, stomping down until he was no longer conscious.

The other Death Eaters were long gone, and Lucius stood tall over Fred's broken body before raising his wand to the sky and casting the Dark Mark over their work of misery.