The Weasley's Deep Dark Secret

The Weasleys' Deep Dark Secret.

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"Ron, You-Know-Who and his followers sent the Dark Mark into the air whenever they killed," said Mr. Weasley. "The terror it inspired. . . you have no idea, you're too young. Just picture coming home and finding the Dark Mark hovering over your house, and knowing what you're about to find inside. . . ." Mr. Weasley winced. "Everyone's worst fear. . . the very worst...”
 
-Mr. Weasley, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

Fact: There is a mysterious nine year age gap between the time Charlie was born and Percy was born. All the other Weasley children were born in one to two year intervals.


1976, The burrow,
 
Nine-months pregnant, Molly Weasley waddled into the small kitchen. “Arthur”, she gasped, “it's time.”
 
Mr. Weasley jumped from his chair, letting it topple to the floor behind him. He dashed to the living room, turned around, and ran towards the stairs only to reroute again and head back to the kitchen. All thoughts of 'operation baby' had fled from his mind until there was no recollection of what they had rehearsed.
 
“Arthur,” Mrs. Weasley stated calmly, “get the car keys, and start the car. I’ll tell Michael. Charlie is at flying camp and Bill is at Hogwarts; they can be filled in later. We leave for St. Mungos in 10 minutes.”
 
“Oh, yes dear. Of course. Your right, I’ll get the car right now…” Mr. Weasley stammered and he hurried off in the wrong direction. Mrs. Weasley sighed and went to review behavior with Mike until Uncle Bilius arrived to watch over him.
 
 
Molly opened the door to Charlie’s bedroom and looked around. The walls were covered in quidditch posters and the bed had a dragon pattern on it. Six-year old Michael was sitting on the floor playing with Charlie’s wizard chess game. Mrs. Weasley was a bit nervous about leaving him home alone, but there was nothing else that could be done. It's only for a few hours, she reminded herself.
 
“Michael, Daddy and I are going to the hospital now. Your brother Percy will be born today. Uncle Bilius is coming to stay with you while we’re gone. But until he arrives please stay in the house and be good.” After this speech she winked and smiled at her favorite son. “We don’t want any bad guys to get you.”
 
The ‘bad guys’ she had been referring to were the Death Eaters. Voldemort had been gaining power for years and the Weasleys had even considered going into hiding. No one was safe. It was a bad time for the wizarding world.
 
Michael came up to her and hugged her around her legs. “Mommy, I don’t want you to leave!” his squeaky six year old voice called out.
 
“Don’t worry honey,” Molly smiled down at him and messed his already ruffled bright red hair; “I’ll be back.”
 

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Only minutes after the last sounds of the Weasleys' screeching tires disappeared, several pops were heard on the street out side their home. Moments later, Lucius Malfoy, and fellow Death Eaters, Nott, Crabbe, Goyle, and Mulciber were standing on the Weasley’s front lawn.
 
“Come on, lets go have a bit of fun.” Lucius laughed and headed towards the house.
 
“But sir, aren’t these people purebloods?” Crabbe stammered timidly.
 
“Yes, Crabbe,” Lucius stated calmly at first. “Yes, they are. But these people are the biggest muggle lovers in England. I have hated this family for so long…and now its time to eliminate them…” Lucius ended viciously, almost daring anyone else to protest.
 
They moved towards the house, the door magically flying off its hinges, soaring down the street, and bursting into flames in midair.
 
Lucius entered the house, and began looking around. After repeatedly finding no one in the main rooms, he slowly became more and more enraged, until he started randomly exploding and setting things on fire.
 
“Where?” he screamed. “Where are they? They were all supposed to be home today!” In his fury, he charged down a hallway, but stopped when he heard a small laugh from inside a room.
 
Lucius opened the door and peered inside. There, alone on the floor, was a boy no older than seven. He was laughing at the tiny chess men and hadn’t even noticed Mr. Malfoy yet.
 
Well, Lucius thought to himself, you will go at least.
 
“Avada Kedavra!” he screamed, and a flash of green light filled the room. Mr. Malfoy turned, and muttered under his breath, “I’ll be back” before casting the dark mark over the house and leaving.
 
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