It turns out I lied in the last chapter when I said that all the Weasleys were at their house since Charlie Weasley wasn't there yet because he is still driving on his way.

That's why Charlie missed it when Mr. Athur Timbrious Weasley eviscerated and murdered his twin sons Freddie and George and also Percy and Percy killed Bill... But Charlie had no idea about all that!

"Welp," Chrarlie said as his Oldsmobile pulled into the unpaved drive-way, "looks like I'm finally home again!"

Charlie got out of his cream yellow Delta 88 Oldmobile, it was his favorite car and he really liked driving it... He had a flat tire and recognized that he had to fix that so he picked the tire iron and also a long rusty crow-bar from out his trunk.

Now, I know what you're thinkin, what kind of crazy magical nonesense is a dang Crow-Bar? Is that where Corvids go to get drunk on weekends?! ahahahahah no! It is actually just a tool people use to change a tire... just like Charlie here..

That's when Jenny, breathless and blood spattered from the earlier carnage ran out of the front door the house, "Chaaaaaaaaarlie!" She squealed.

She had been oh so certain that she was about to die at the blood coated hands of her deranged father and now it looks like fate has other things in store! She definitely felt a sense of relief.

But Charlie wasn't feeling good at all! Because just then he noticed that the normally busy yard was filled with the corpses of his brothers and they was blood just everywhere... and even a lot of blood was on Ginny...

"You murderous Bitch!" Charlie screamed to Ginnny's face.

Ginny had been running scared ever since her deranged father began to kill all her siblings. Luckily the 4 inch wide wound in his throat was slowing Arthur down... for now at least! Arthur had to keep his hand to his neck to pinch shut the catastrophic gash otherwise his head was liable to fall plum off!

When she had desperately seen Charlies yellow Old'smobile cresting the yard a brief flicker of hope had ignited in her chest, but in the millisecond it took for Charlie to swing the crowbar to her face she knew she was well and truly boned.

"damnit!" she rapidly thought to herself as she dodged his vicious attacks, "of course Charlie couldn't help but to assume that I killed the rest of the family because I have so much blood on me! The stupid wound in daddy Arthur's throat spewed so much of his lifes-blood onto my blouse that it looks like I'm the perpetrator of murders! Plus Charlie was touchy about things he thought might threaten his life, so it was no wonder that he had reacted the way he done and immediately gone into attack position, like an Electabuzz sent out to the playfield in a game of Pokemon-cards.

whoosh!

The crowbar passed in front of her face, missing by inches, "Wait!" she cried out then had to duck again because WHOOSH the crowbar went whizzing past her ears "you don't understa-" but then then it finally made contact! Her entire face shattered and she knew now that she would never grow up to be an Insult Comic like she had always dreamed...

Ginny crumpled bonelessly to the ground. Charlie was just catching his breath when Arthur attacked, luckily he still had only one usable hand because he had to pinch his gaping neck wound shut with the other one and Charlie just managed to apparate away safely, he figured it would buy him some time with no one trying to kill him so he could think about what to do next... he was at a very critical juncture in his life and needed to plan out his next moves carefully.

You see, there is a subtle, delicate balance of emotions within a family-unit and rash actions or words may occasionally disrupt this very fragile equilibrium...

Arthur, still clamping his neck together with his bloody grasp watched grimly as his cowardly son ran away, "he must be going back to Hogwart," Arthur deduced and he got in the car to follow him.

On the way Arthur listened to a KISS 'Best of' Album but was disappointed because it was only one disc and he thought a 'best-of' collection for such an illustrious band ought to have at least 40, if not 50 tracks on it.

He listened to it many times in a row on the long drive to Hogwart, with one hand on the wheel, the other partially stemming the torrential geyser of blood spurting out of his neck. He had to pull over every 30 miles and open the car door to let all the accumulated blood splash out onto the sooty roadside otherwise the interior of the car would be absolutely filled with his lifes-blood and it was weighing a lot extra too and causing his fuel efficiency to be diminished. Like they say, blood is heavier than water...