A Weasley Plot(sub plot sign ons only)

[lucius]

<sup>NPCs: various DEs. Pius Thicknesse, Percy Weasley, Molly & Arthur.

Notes: Alright guys, this is it. An attack on the burrow, first the thread is strictly DE/Weasleys So the DEs and Weasleys to have a few posts in which the Death Eaters brutalize the children before Percy returns with aurors and the order members enter the thread & save the day. The plentiful amount of DE NPCs are for all of us to use as you like. And also because I think having a fair fight is so unlike us DEs. A bunch of you are looking forward to this, so lets have fun!</sup>
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"Crucio!" despite the anger welling in his voice that allowed him to utilize one of the unforgivable curses, the tall figure of blackened flowing robes of fine silks, fabrics and dragon skin that was Lucius Malfoy seemed utterly composed to a cold and disarmingly calculating degree. If there were ever a Hannibal Lecter of the Wizarding World this one seemed to be as he nonchalantly send a knockback curse at his target with a measure of poise and refinement that would make it seem as if he were engaging in a fencing match. The figure flew back and let out animalistic grunts and groans as Malfoy's arms folded over his chest and he spoke with an equally level tone as he had moments before, while cursing his own man. "Let me make this...inescapably clear. This is a raid. A coordinated attack. Not a street brawl. I've no time to educate those of you who are unaware of the difference. And remember, no Dark Marks or anything else that might implicate the Dark Lord. I realize the concept of subtlety is lost on some of us; if we play our hand too heavily this could end with ALL of our heads on the chopping block. You all have your targets. Prepare yourselves." Lucius' arms went from folded neatly and tightly over his chest, who's black dragon skin tunic was emblazoned with intricate runes and designs; to his side where he leaned on his family cane. The serpent's head had been waiting for the Weasley blood for a long time.

From the stalks and sticks of the Weasley property came then a good dozen black clad figures, masked, dark, unforgivable, two of which carried the limp, beaten, bloodied bodies of Molly and Arthur Weasley tossed over shoulder- to say like a sack of potatoes would be kind- as the former was more being yoked along limp by her hair just as unkind. Some night out for The Weasleys. Ending the night out with an ambush from a dozen death eaters. The ginger couple gotten a few spells in but the end result was as to be expected.

As the death eaters emerged from the yellow wood a black mass of fairly indistinguishable, amorphous malignancy, they'd fired their curses at the hovel that the Weasley's called home, breaking the hearth as the smoke choked the air. Lucius' head jerked to the side to look at the figure who'd set the woods ablaze, possibly ruining the element of surprise. If he had to guess he'd put his money on Dolohov, the man had the tactical mind, tact, subtlety and disposition of the estranged Lestranges; but the rabble rouser was a peerless dueler, like a Rembrandt with black magic. Truly something to behold.

Lucius stepped forward, what did they call this place? The burrow? an interesting name because all the Weasleys, like their namesakes seemed to hang their hat here, breeding and hoarding, wizarding low life trash that they were. The figures were rather like a dark wizard firing squad, firing off the devastating curses into the homestead of Lucius' personal and professional enemy, who laid at his feet now broken. A well placed blasting curse from his outstretched wand, trembling with anticipation carved a concentric circle within the wall of the burrow, through an obscuring smoke which he entered now adorning his death eater's mask, having placed a memory charm on the two elder Weasleys so as to implicate someone else in the attack. He'd also gave Arthur a fresh round of the Cruciatus curse. Watching him scuttle, twist and contort like a fish on land in it's death throes, choking; Oh he could've done that all day.

But priorities!

Immediately after stepping through, flanked by two death eaters carrying the limp bodies of the Weasley head of house- who plopped them down rather ungraciously- a wave of Lucius' wand with malice and vigor fired off a spell that took out another load bearing spell and structure within the house, causing it to sake and shift. The only comment he'd made was a simple, elegant, to the point and quite venomous "Make them bleed." as he glared out from under his mask with cold blue eyes. The black figures poured into the house, like venom into the veins from a serpent's bite. They knocked over the various mounds of oddities, obscurities and erroneous curios the Weasleys hoarded, with a good measure of purpose, going for very specific targets. The children. They were all friends of Potter, a safety net that if cut loose would make the boy's fall terminal.

[ericavery]

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[rodolphus]

Rodolphus had been told from Lucius of a raid on the blood traitors known as the the weasleys. He also recieved information that the weasley heads of house had stepped out for a night on the town. This gave Rodlphus the perfect excuse to escape the home as Bella had been in foul mood all day. He decided that he was going to get a head start and find the Weasleys, He grabbed his tradition death eater gear and proceeded to step out into the cold fall night. "Bella Don't wait up for me, Just head straight to the burrow" Rodolphus commanded his wife. He walked out said and proceeded to disapparate to the place he thought the weasleys might be at.

After having located the Weasleys, Rodolphus saw that Avery was already in the throws of battle with Mrs. Weasley. Rodolphus pulled out his wand when he saw that Mr. Weasley was going to attack Avery. "Crucio" bellowed Mr lestrange. The body of Arthur went limp under the extreme torture.
"This makes it a fair fight" Rodolphus laughed. This pathetic man was no match for the trained fighter Rodolphus was. Rodolphus had many duels with Bella some of them he started himself just to keep his skills intact.

After several minutes of Extreme dueling Rodolphus grew bored. He picked up the limp and bloody body of Mr. Weasley and proceeded to Disapparate to the burrow.

Upon arrival He saw the mass of death eaters had also arrived for the raid and the pompous windbag Lucuis was making a speech on how this was an organized event. Of course Rodolphus and Bella didn't need reminding of this. He proceeded to walk towards Lucius dropping the limp Body at the Arrogant man's. He went to find his wife among the others.

[FRED WEASLEY]

It was going to be a wonderful night, one full of celebration and coziness.. and the first night in a long time that the Weasley children could sleep soundly. Being home during the short vacations from Hogwart's really brought a sense of..peace of mind. The lively family of gingers could always feel safe in their home, their sanctuary, even during times of hardship. The wizard world was slowly being tugged into a panic. After all, The Dark Lord had returned not too long ago. There was no question as to why it was nice to take a break from all the magic (yes, let us pretend that parental orders were obeyed by all of the Weasleys and that magic was, indeed, left in the school) and to just focus on the reunion of family for a short amount of time. However, what had seemed to begin as a carefree evening flashed into a nightmare before the seven siblings could blink.

The property was quiet and sleep had filled the burrow. It was just after Fred's mind had begun to doze that the silence of the peaceful night was broken. Something was wrong, and it was immediately evident. Crucio was not exactly a pleasant word to wake up to. He could have been dreaming it..imagining it. But it was too real, too concrete. Not being able to make sense of the possible situation he had found himself to be in, his tired body stiffened as he slowly inched his way to a small window. Horror-filled eyes peeked outside and the realization was made that the family was being attacked. Being the protective brother that he was, instinct told him to run and round up his twin and younger siblings. However, being the 'let's act before thinking things through' brother that he was, stronger instinct told him to react differently as his attention was brought to his parents, who were visibly nearly unconscious.

Reducto!

[/color] In that instant, he didn't care who it hit or how many people had heard it. Needless to say, a couple instances later when his brain caught up with his actions, he moved himself from view of the window. Yes, Fred, great. Your corpse will make a lovely shield if it lands against the window. THINK. Bloody Hell.. Georgie..Mum..Dad..Ginny.. Ron.. His thoughts were turned to an unorganized jumble of priorities in his mind. He needed to act quickly and it couldn't be stupid enough to compromise safety of the whole family. He was no planner, and it sure looked like they'd be dead straight away if he made a minor mistake in his deciding to act. Longing for help and time, Fred stumbled to his doorway in the hope of seeing that his siblings were already aware of the danger right outside.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify][/size]

[GEORGE WEASLEY]

George took a sip of his pumpkin juice he had snuck upstairs. Well, I guess he really didn’t have to sneak it given mum and dad were out. He felt more accomplished with life if he told himself he snuck it. He flipped the page of his book and set the cup down. He was reading up about owning a business since he and Fred wanted to open a shop. You had to know how to run one before you can open one. He had one more page left of this chapter. He drank the rest of his juice as he finished the chapter, then put his bookmark in and closed it. Sighing, he put it back on the shelf it came from and plopped into a chair, wanting to take his bloody shoes off.

Before he could even touch the shoelace, he heard noises. ”Fred. Really? It’s supposed to be a nice ev-” ”Crucio!” That didn’t sound like Fred. Not at all. He looked outside and was horrified to find Death Eaters outside and his parents unconscious on the ground. ”Bloody hell!” He had to find the others. He bounded out of the study room, almost running into the wall in the process.

When he got downstairs, he didn’t notice any of the others. Rolling his eyes at himself, he went upstairs to check rooms. The first was his and Fred’s room and he nearly ran into his brother. ”Gred. You’re alright. We need to get Ron and Gin and come up with a game plan. We can’t just rush into this. Well, I guess we can. Oh hell, I don’t know. Let’s move.” He then took off to other rooms.

(I just left it at that so Ron and Gin could do what they wish.)

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[bellatrix]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/15gpkcx.png); padding-bottom: 20px;] words // 645 // outfit // clicky // tagged // DEs, Weasleys witch gone insane, - C L E A R T H E W A Y M U G G L E , M A K E S O M E R O O M - Bellatrix once again chuckled on her way to the Weasley’s hoarding house. To think her husband thought he could tell her what to do, how completely foolish of him. His command was what she had planned on doing anyway, which made the action of it all the more bitter; despite this the woman headed for the house earlier than she was expected. She had been more than willing to arrive before the pack, taking two firm steps into the stalks and putting her hands on her hips; an evil glint appearing in her eyes as she looked up at the quite tall mess of a house the Weasleys’ called . . . what was that ridiculous name they gave it? The burrow? Yes. It sounded more or less like a place for an abundant amount of breeding which, by the number of children the two parents had delivered, fit perfectly. A small smirk appeared on her lips as she once again thought of what her husband had told her before leaving. Did he really believe he could tell her what to do, like some dog? As soon as he had left in search of the two parents, the witch bolted out, her destination equaling destruction. Taking a right, the witch crept through the plants, her eyes scouting out the windows. All was dark in the house. Dark and quiet: that was, of course, until the two male death eaters returned through the woods with the mother and father rabbits. No one stirred, from what she could see, until the torturing had started. Apparently the ever-arrogant Lucius was leading this assault; the fact had been burned into her mind. Jealousy raged as she continued to round the house, her mind filled with the emotion as to the point where she no longer truly saw the house before her. Eventually, though, she moved right into the group of Death Eaters, whom had arrived seconds after Avery and her spiteful husband. The woman stood up, having had crouched the whole way around the burrow. She was one of few who did not wear her mask, having both had declared her status as a Death Eater and escaped from Azkaban. Also, she wanted the Weasleys to see her face, to know who it was about to mangle their pathetic body filled with blood too pure for their traitorous personalities. Cackling lightly to herself, the woman pushed her way through the mass to break through into the clearing as Lucius turned to begin the attack. Jealousy raged as the Death Eaters raced past her, filling the mountainous house with little effort. Crashing and destruction could be heard from within, along with minor duels happening around the house. Grasping her wand firmly, the woman turned and disappeared into a ball of black smoke, traveling quickly around the house leaking fire in her wake. The actual flame wouldn’t keep the Weasleys in, but it felt better to contort her rage into something destructive and large. Stopping suddenly, the woman appeared within the ring of fire and ran into the house, jumping over miscellaneous broken objects and family memories. The whole thing was humorous; the fact that the family hoarded so much crap and took so much pride in their tainted family image. Humorous, but sick at the same time. The first room the witch dashed into was still untouched and quiet. Closing the door silently, the witch turned to view the room. Rather small, as she assumed all of them were. In the bed still lay a little girl, red headed and pathetically vulnerable. Taking a few loud strides toward the young witch, Bellatrix laughed wickedly and snatched a hand-full of that cursed red hair. Yanking up the young thing, Bellatrix stared at it, mouth wide in a grin. ”Hello, little thing.” Her other hand held her wand, pointed straight at Ginny Weasley. notes // I LOVE YOU GINNY!

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[ron]

Ron had been having a fantastic dream. He had been flying around on the broomstick he had just invented: Thundershock. It was ten times faster than the Firebolt. Everyone was completely impressed with him. People cheered as he made the sharpest turns ever. Hermione was in the crowd going wild. She was jumping up and down, screaming his name. He turned to fly over to her, when suddenly, the cheers turned darkly. No longer did the sound like shouts of joy, but rather, they sounded like something much more sadistic. One particularly loud curse woke Ron from his dream. He sat up in bed, confused as to why he was at the Burrow, before he remembered his siblings decided to spend the weekend away from the castle. Something was wrong, very wrong. He looked out the window, but it was a long way down. Still, he could see the multitude of colours from different curses. With a yelp, he ran out of his room, determined to join the fight.

As he ran down the stairs, trying not to trip and fall the long way, he remembered his sister was in her room. Before he reached her room, he screamed, “Gin! Stay in your room! I’m coming!” He noticed the door was closed and wondered if perhaps his sister was still asleep. How did people think that he was such a heavy sleeper when his sister could sleep through this? Ron pushed open the door, only to be greeted by Bellatrix Lestrange, whom he recognized from the Daily Prophet. Having only one training session in dueling, Ron knew he was outmatched and that clearly, he and his sister were about to die. Still, he was a Gryffindor, he would not go down without a fight.

In the split second it took him to decide to fight, Ron lifted his wand and pointed it at the witch. “Expelliarmus!” he shouted. For a moment as the red streak went toward Bellatrix, he cursed the Hogwarts education. He was a 15 year old boy. He knew enough magic to cause mayhem among his peers, but not enough to do anything against fully grown wizards. With Umbridge, he did not even get to practice Defensive magic anymore. He wished he could get the message out that on his tombstone, he wanted Here lies a brave wizard who died because Umbridge is a stupid troll. Oh well, at least he could always haunt her.

[GINEVRA WEASLEY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://i52.tinypic.com/154wnc8.png); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius:100px 100px 100px 100px; border: 3px solid #ffffff;] against the grain Ginny had a brilliant evening with her parents and brothers in her home. Vacations where always lovely, calm times away from school, drama, and exams. She spent the afternoon doing absolutely nothing, then eating, then fighting with her brothers, then going back to doing absolutely nothing again. But this nothingess did not create boredom, as it usually it, it was just a time where she could relax and didn't have to worry about Malfoy or any of his other gits of friends. She didn't have to worry about grueling Quidditch practice, preparation for OWLs in the next year, or wankers just bugging her in general. At least with her brothers she could fight back and not get in trouble for it. Try to use a bat bogey hex on someone else and you get detention. After eating supper, attacking Ron for the last roll, Gin cleaned the kitchen quickly with her mother and went to take a shower. By then, it was late, and Ginny went to bed, expecting nothing out of the ordinary to occur that night. She couldn't have been more oblivious to the plan that the Deatheaters were determined to carry out. The plan that could quite possibly destroy them all forever. She slept soundly for awhile that night, curled up into a ball under her hand-made quilt (her mother loves knitting, to say the least) with her head half hidden under the blanket. Not in any case was Ginny cold, it was just in her nature to curl up like a kitten when she slept. Anywho, peacefully she slept, barely making a noise. Her breathing was soft and muted by her pillow, and thank goodness, her snoring habits from when she was a child had gone away. Gin couldn't say the same for Ron, who's bellowing snores came creeping into her room through the paper thin walls. They were almost like lullabies by now, she almost couldn't sleep without his rhythmic gurgling noises She dreamed of things that didn't quite make sense. One second she was winning the Quidditch World Cup on the Holyhead Harpies team, then it switched into her walking down the hallways of Hogwarts holding Michael's hand and laughing, but then it finally switched to a much scarier scene. Voldemort was coming towards her, Harry, Neville, Hermione, and Ron. He shot a spell, but before it hit, the dream was gone. Ginny stirred in her sleep, but nothing more. She didn't even awake when the house started swaying violently back and forth. Usually a very light sleeper, this was unusual for Ginny to sleep through. Again, she didn't hear the violent cries of unforgivable curses outside her window. However, she did awake at what happened next. Ginny felt a hand and long nails dig into her mane of long red hair and scalp. She awoke with a gasp as she was quickly pulled from the comfort and warmth of her bed. The hair that had not been grabbed was damp and sticking to part of her face, blocking some vision in one of her eyes. Her vision was blurry and she stumbled for a moment, then heard a voice that any witch or wizard would be terrified of. In front of her, stood the most sadistic, insane Death Eater there was. Bellatrix Lestrange. Perhaps still a bit disoriented from just woken up, she did something not characteristic of her. Ginny screamed. It wasn't a glass shattering, Earth moving scream, mind you, but it was still loud and high pitched. How would you react if one minute you were sleeping and the next you were being dragged out by your hair by Bellatrix Lestrange? Gin's eyes quickly focused on the wand she held that pointed right at her. Her wand was not in reach; there was no way she could defend herself now. Then, she heard a voice. Ron. He was yelling for her to stay in her room. What was all going on? Surely there would be no problem in her leaving her room now. Ginny was trapped. Don't come in, Ron. Don't come in. The door burst open and in he walked. He sent a spell flying at her within seconds, though she was sure the two of them would not be able to match up to her power. Ginny couldn't move, she was afraid any movement made on her part would send a spell straight in her direction. She looked frantically back and forth at Ron and Bellatrix, wondering what had brought upon this, and what was going on in the rest of the house. there can be only one mikey! of caution 2.0

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[bellatrix]

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[FRED WEASLEY]

Knowing George was in one piece was enough to get Fred a small sense of optimism. They could do this..they could handle it. They were a strong family. Nodding, he looked straight at his brother. Alright.. I don't know wh-- At that moment, he cringed, eyes shut tightly as he heard his only sister scream. Damn.. Turning toward George on his way to the girl's room, he plead the first plan that came to mind. I've got her, Mum and Dad need help.. Running toward Ginny's door wasn't something Fred wanted to do without George, but he had to go, and he didn't have the time to see whether or not his twin had decided to take his hint or follow him.

The door had already been opened, so it didn't take long for Fred to realize what was going on. Bellatrix Freaking Lestrange had Ginny in her grip. As if that weren't enough to worry about, Ron had just been hit with a torturous curse. Barely taking the time to think, he pointed his wand at Bellatrix. Flipe-- Dammit.. Ginny's in the way.. don't hurt Ginny.. Patrificus Totalus! He turned quickly back to Ron. Finite! Did his spells successfully hit his targets? He didn't know, but he couldn't stand there like a deer in front of headlights to figure that out. Not alone, anyway. He shouldn't have left George.

George! He ran straight out of the room and into another, only to see the shadow of someone in a window. Keeping his wand raised, he backed into the darkness, doing his best to avoid the scarce amount of light let in by the window. That's... probably a Death Eater, he thought to himself. Okay, so maybe his thought process wasn't very productive.. but he wasn't exactly in a situation that allowed for a correction to be made. After shooting a few spells at the unfamiliar Death Eater, he became enraged with the taunting comments thrown at him. Of course he could do better, but he was being a brainless git. Focus. So much for that plan. In the next instant, his knees buckled to the floor. It took every ounce of will power not to scream, not to allow himself to become an easy target. Reducto.. He kept his fingers wrapped around his aimed wand as tightly as possible, looking up at his opponent. Brilliant, now he was going to be seen.

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[ericavery]

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[rodolphus]

s h o u ld i g i v e u p o r s h o u l d i

just keep chasing pavements even though it

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[atrb=width,240] Rodolphus watched as the many cloaked death eaters. He decided to put his mask away. Thinking that since the attack had already started there was no need to hide his identity any longer. He disapparated into the dingy little cottage known as the burrow. He didn't know, nor did he particularly care why they called it the Burrow. He jsut knew some blood traitors needed to be taught a lesson and he was just the man to give it to them. Rodolphus had always hated the weasleys. He believed that all purebloods shouldn't associate with muggles or worse marry them. He believed the magical blood line should remain intact and not stray from it. The first thing on his list was to see if Bella needed assistance. He took of through the building dodging curses left and right. He was looking intently for Bella When he ran upstairs and nearly bumped into someone. He looked closely to see who he bumped into. He was one those stupid weasley twins, George he believed it was but he could never be sure. all he knew was this twin had picked the wrong death eater to bump into. "Lost, little boy?" Rodolphus Taunted. This was going to be fun. He raised his wand and being raised to show a little respect and dignity he let George make the first move before he tortured this kid unmercifully. He smiled when he heard the cackle Bella in the distance. Her safety was what matter most. Rodolphus now had his fighting spirit back and could focus knowing Bella was handling herself well.

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[ron]

Pain. That was all Ron could feel. For that split second before the spell could hit him, before he could think that he should move, he was quite glad that Bellatrix had shot the spell at him and not his sister. The moment that the spell hit him, he would have given anything, his right hand, his house, hell, probably even his sister, just so that it would stop. It took a few moments to register that he was screaming. Never before had he screamed so loudly. He wanted to stop. He did not want anyone else to get hurt because he couldn’t shut up, but he could not control it. Ron’s whole body was twitching. He thought back to the spiders last year and felt sick. It was not the fear of the spiders, but it was the fear of this ungodly pain. How could the fake Moody do this to a spider? All Ron could think about as he screamed his very voice away was that Bellatrix would keep this up until he was dead, for he had no idea that people could be tortured into madness. After she finished with him, she would hurt and kill Ginny. He was supposed to help his little sister, but Merlin, he had never experienced anything like it before. All he could think was that he wanted someone to kill him, but he could stop screaming long enough to form the words in his mouth.

And then, and then it was all over. Ron did not look around to see what happened, if someone had saved him, or if Bellatrix was done playing. He lay sprawled on the floor, too weak to move. He could not stand up. He could not even raise his wand to defend himself if he had to. He was going to die. Bellatrix would continue the spell quickly and then he would die. What was the point of trying to stop the inevitable? He would die and he would never get to tell Harry how much his friendship meant. He would never tell Hermione that he liked… strongly liked… maybe even loved her. With the thought of Hermione, he weakly pulled himself into a standing position, using the wall for support. He could barely stand on two legs, but he pointed his wand at Bellatrix anyway. His right hand kept shaking and he wobbled. He felt so weak. But he was a Gryffindor and he was not giving up until he was dead, “Leave my sister alone. Let her go. She hasn’t done anything to you. I’m Harry Potter’s best friend. I’m the one you want. Leave my family go.” It was incredibly brave and incredibly foolish to risk himself, but he did not want to take it back. He wanted to do anything he could possibly do to save his family. His sister was nothing more than an innocent bystander. She had not even chosen a side. Obviously, she would choose the Order’s side, but she was too young to decide that. She was barely a teenager. They obviously came here because he was friends with Harry. Maybe they would leave with him and leave his family alone.

[GINEVRA WEASLEY]

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[GEORGE WEASLEY]

George didn’t know what to do. He had to plan out what was going to happen. With everything that was going on, he was about to give up on that idea and just go with the flow. When he heard Ginny screamed, his thinking went right out the window, along with a few spells of retaliation. ”Ginny!” He almost ran straight into Fred, who didn’t even notice him and was on his way to Ginny’s room when he heard Ron yell. It was a horrific sound. He was in pain. He was the target of a Cruciatus curse. That made even thinking of curses go horribly wrong. He actually stopped for a brief moment to calm down. He had to. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t be able to even function after a while.

After finally calming himself down, he made his way onward to Ginny’s. He didn’t make it much farther before literally running into someone. Almost falling over, he looked up to see an unmasked Death Eater. He couldn’t place the name of this one though. He didn’t dwell on who was who when it came to them, only that they did not need to be here. When the man asked if he was lost, he scoffed. Just because George was smart, didn’t mean that he thought about what he was doing or saying, and to whom it was directed at. ”It seems you are the one who is lost. Defodio!” He was hoping the spell would actually hit because at this point, he was running like mad. If the spell did hit, the deep gouges it’d make the Death Eater slow down a little bit.

When he made it to another room, he sighed before realizing he wasn’t the only one in there. Fred was there. ”Fred, how ya holdin’ up mate?” He had spoken too soon. Another one appeared. This one was masked, so he couldn’t tell who it was. ”Bloody hell.” He raised his wand as the Death Eater spoke. George ignored his words and then next thing he knew, Percy was under the Imperio curse. He didn’t have much time to react, because there was a lot of pain hitting him soon after. A lot. He yelled in agony. It didn’t last long, but he didn’t have time to think about how weak he was, because he was on fire. ”Aquamenti!” He and Fred were now drenched, but it was way better than being on fire.

The Death Eater told them to run. ”After hurting our family? I think not. You messed with the wrong family.” He spoke as he deflected the spells that were coming from his own family member. Suddenly he was being hit with furniture. Dodging the big pieces and taking the hits from the little ones, he then faced his attention back on the hooded figure in front of them. ”Stupefy!” All the spells he knew were not coming to him. The simple spells were. They were hopefully effective though. ”Flipendo!” Knocking him back should at least create a distraction. In which to do what, he wasn’t quite sure.

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((The Defodio spell NEEDS to hit Rodolpus. To slow him down in time for the Eric/Percy/Fred/George thing to happen, since there was a communication error in posting. I hope this works. And I apologize for my lack of spell knowledge. I was being distracted and was a little too tired to look up good spells.))