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Chapter 1: Prologue
Authors note: This will be a story about what happened at Hogwarts and with Dumbledore’s Army during Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. I will make the timelines, etc, canon, however some parts will be AU. I hope you enjoy it!
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Everywhere was chaos. Death Eaters marched throughout the screaming crowd, roughly turning people around to peer into their faces, before throwing them to the ground in disgust. Calls of protego were heard all around, as family members tried to find each other and tried to escape the Death Eaters at the same time.
“Sonorous,” a deep voice called out, magically magnified. “Be still. You will not be hurt; we do not want to spill magical blood. The Weasleys are a pure blood family; we are not going to destroy you. Be still.”
Almost everyone settled down, except for Lupin and Tonks. After a few moments of a fierce duel with three or four Death Eaters, they clasped hand and managed to disapparate. The Death Eaters who had been fighting them turned to the one who had been talking, who seemed to be their leader.
“Let the werewolf and the former Black go,” he said in his echoing voice, a clear expression of disgust on his boldly bare face. “We came for Potter. Once we establish who’s who they can all go, we just need Potter.”
Ginny glanced frantically around, trying to see past her brothers, who had formed a guard around her. People were standing with their hands up, like they were common criminals. The unmasked Death Eaters walked amongst them, searching for the same person Ginny was. Seas of red haired witches and wizards swam before Ginny’s eyes, and she couldn’t remember what Harry had looked like with the polyjuice potion. Where was Harry?
“Cast revelio on everybody,” the head Death Eater said to the cloaked figures at his command, pushing roughly through the crowd. “He could be using polyjuice potion. You three, search the house.”
The Death Eaters hurried to obey his orders. Many of the elder witches cried out in horror as their true hair colours were revealed. Arthur Weasley went into the house after the Death Eaters, calling after them that Ron was sick with spattergroit.
“My son, he’s upstairs, he has spattergroit, you can see for yourself...”
Eventually, the Death Eaters concluded that Harry was not there. After many threats and searching glares into faces, their higher orders came into effect, though they made it quite clear they did not want to follow them, that they would love an excuse to start killing. No one was stupid enough to speak, or even meet the Death Eaters eyes, and eventually, the cloaked Dark Wizards let the guests go home.
“We’ll be keeping an eye on you,” one of them said to the Weasley family. “If he comes back here, we’ll know it.”
The Death Eaters disapparated, leaving the Weasleys slightly shell shocked. The twins and Charlie went to work setting up new protective charms whilst Arthur accompanied Bill and Fleur to their new home. Molly pottered about, obviously panicking, until George helpfully suggested she might clear up the destroyed wedding stuff and make up a pot of tea. Molly went to work right away, relieved at having a job to do.
Ginny helped Molly clear up wordlessly. She felt numb, and couldn’t fret like Molly or be grim faced like her brothers. She pictured Harry, Ron and Hermione together, wondering where on earth they had got to, hoping they were safe.
A few moments later Arthur arrived home with good news that Fleur and Bill were safe in their cottage, and Molly announced that the tea was ready.
The Weasley family sat around their dining table, feeling shell shocked at what had happened. Eventually, George spoke.
“How did they get away?”
“I saw Hermione with Harry. They must have disapparated,” Arthur said gravely. “I’ll try sending a patronus to them to warn them against coming back.”
“They won’t come back,” Ginny whispered. “They were leaving anyway.”
The others turned to look at her. Sighing, she went upstairs to her room, wanting to be alone for a while. Fred stood to go after her, but George put a hand on his arm, and shook his head slightly.
Half an hour later, Ginny sat on her bed in her pyjamas, curling her legs up underneath her. She hugged a pillow to her chest tightly, wishing it were Harry in her arms. Someone knocked on her door, and after a moment, Ginny answered.
“Come in,” she said quietly. It was her mother.
“The twins have gone to their flat,” Molly said in a low tone, clearly terrified for them. “Your other brothers have gone to Bill and Fleur’s new house to make sure their defences are holding.”
“Honey, he’s going to be fine. Ron’ll look after him,” Molly giggled humourlessly. “Try not to worry.”
“I don’t think I’ll ever see him again,” Ginny whispered, a tear falling down her cheek. After a moment’s hesitation despairing for her son, who perhaps would never come back as well, Molly wiped the tear away.
“Now, sweetheart, you mustn’t think like that,” Molly smiled weakly, trying to convince herself as well as Ginny. “Hey, soon you’ll be back at Hogwarts with your friends. That’ll take your mind of things.”
“Yeah,” Ginny nodded, although she didn’t understand how going to the place where she had spent the majority of her time with Harry could possibly take her mind of things.
“Try to get some sleep, love,” Molly whispered, kissing her daughter on the top of the head.
Ginny didn’t turn her light off right away. Instead she looked through her Hogwarts things, her uniform, and books. An idea came to her, and she ran over to her dresser. Nestled in scrunched parchment inside a wooden box, a dull gold coin sat. She picked it up now, and, after a few failed attempts, sent out a message, wondering if any of them still had their coins, if anyone would receive the message at all.
Dumbledore’s Army regroup, in? -G
She fell asleep with the coin in her hand, and was woken as it warmed slightly between her fingers. She hurriedly lit a Lumos charm – she’d always been able to get away with small charms at home, as the Ministry wouldn’t know who specifically had cast them. She held the coin in the light turning it in her fingers to see the words appearing around the edge.
See you on the train, DA meeting, - N.