WHO: Arthur, Molly, Fred, George, Percy, Charlie & Ginny Weasley vs Gerald Avery, Graham Montague, Isobel Macdougal & Theodora Travers. WHAT: The Weasleys are attacked!! Thanks, Ron. WHEN: April 5 - Evening. WHERE: The Burrow. WARNINGS: Violence.
Graham Montague v. George Weasley & Fred Weasley
"OI FUCK STICKS!" Graham yelled, lobbing a bright green fireball at the higher level of the Burrows, laughing as he did. Salazar this place was a dump — even his place in Knockturn was better than this. No wonder the Weasleys were so pathetic.
Fred met the fireball with a stream of water, unwilling to see his other home also destroyed by Montague. Because of course Montague was one of the Death Eaters suddenly attacking their house. Could he be more obsessed with them?
“FUCK OFF, FUCKFACE,” he yelled back, throwing a head swelling hex at Graham. George followed with a freezing charm to turn some of the water Fred had unleashed into ice shards flying toward their self-declared nemesis. He slid down the rail of the stairs like he’d been doing for years, backpack and ear only throwing off his balance a bit and his feet planted square on the landing.
“Had to bring friends this time, huh?!” George shouted after the pummeling hex he aimed after him. From the sounds around them, Montague wasn’t here alone. The earless twin clenched his jaw and hoped his parents were getting out as quick as they intended to. It was hard not to give in to the instinct to defend their home. First the shop, now this?
“We’re going to tear the piece of shit down around your ears.” Graham pulled up a shield to block the ice shards coming his way, grinning as they splintered. A couple of complicated twists of his wand and streams of green smoke wreathed their way towards the twins, Graham taking the brunt of the pummeling hex straight on.
The smoke was making it hard to see, Fred’s eyes stinging as it surrounded them. They’d been preparing to leave anyway but he hated that this gave Graham the satisfaction of feeling like he’d chased them out of yet another home. “Stupefy,” he shot through the smoke, not his best aim but giving him enough time to summon the bag he’d packed to him. But he wasn’t ready to leave just yet, a fireball aimed at Graham instead.
George crouched low and reached out his replacement wand in the general direction of they’d seen Graham, “Accio suitcase!” A suitcase from below became unlodged from its place and went flying to him, George hoping that Graham’s legs would be in the way.
Graham brought up another shield, trying to protect himself from the battering he was getting from. He was readying himself to counter the fireball when the suitcase smacked into him, sending him back onto his ass.
“For fucks—“ A spray of fireworks erupted from his wand as his head smacked on the ground.
Fred laughed loudly. “Good one,” he congratulated his brother. “Let’s get out of here.”
George only hesitated for a fraction of a second, eyes flicking down toward the rest of the house. But they’d gone over the drill. If the Death Eaters attacked, they were meant to leave. No questions. Their mother would never forgive them if they died trying to defend a house. With a grim nod, George couldn’t help but give Graham a smug salute, but resisted the urge to have the final word and spun to nod again, suitcase now firmly in his hand. “Go!” He shouted, reaching for his own portkey.
Gerald Avery v. Arthur Weasley & Charlie Weasley
Gerald, having had enough of these purported Phoenixes and their support networks, was only too glad to be the hammer that would strike the anvil that was the Weasley clan. He wanted to re-establish himself as a Wizard to be feared. And it didn’t mean that he had to come to the family’s doorstep. In his robes, with the sleeve pinned neatly at his shoulder, he cast a charm on a frame near to him and stepped into its surface.
As the buttery soft and indistinct world sprang to life, he passed by thousands of frames, their own inner canvases showing him the outer life. Then, choosing the one he had marked for this altercation, he slid into the Weasley family sitting room and turned neatly to observe a hideously lumpy and overstuffed sofa.
“Incendio!”
The Burrow was his home. He would stand to defend his home and the memories it represented. He just didn’t think that he would need to do it again. Too many times in recent memory had the Burrow come under fire.
It took him a moment to realize his home was literally on fire, again. Arthur looked to see the death eater. His blood boiled with anger, this was his home. He sent a spell to banish the man back, away and into the wall. “It took me ages to get that sofa just right.”
“No wonder,” Gerald said, striking the spell down with a slash of his wand, “the sofa is hideous.” He glanced about the room and found a coffee table to explode into fine, wooden stakes. He shrugged and decided this would be a better projectile.
He flung them at Arthur.
The coffee table exploded before his eyes. The ring stains of cold beverages on hot days, and tea stains from split tea forgotten. It was gone, silly to think of such small things. Arthur threw up a spell the wooden stakes turning to sawdust. It pained him but pointed his wand at a shelving of trinkets, pictures, and other displays. He pulled with his hand sending the shelf flying towards the Death Eater. No time to worry about the fire as it began to spread.
Gerald was weaker than he liked. He had been out of the hospital only briefly and still off balance lacking an arm, he couldn’t react as he would have liked. Though a hastily erected shield saved him from the brunt of Arthur’s attack, he did have to duck and let the piece roll over his back.
Spring into action, he gave Arthur another beatific smile. “Immobulus!”
Arthur took advantage of the Death Eater momentarily distracted and attempted to put of the flames. They were too big and spreading fast, other precious items in the home had caught fire. Arthur was too focused on attempt to salvage the home when the spell hit him stopping him in his tracks. This was a grave error in judgment.
Charlie — who had just arrived after a frantic SOS hext interrupted his moment with Chuck — rushed into the living room. “Dad?” Shit. He shouldn’t have alerted the Death Eater to his presence. So he quickly followed it up with an Expelliarmus aimed at their back.
The spell hit its mark and Gerald’s wand flew from his hand, but he turned and seeing the other Weasley, was happy to lob a flaming pillow at his face so he could kneel and pick the wand back up.
“Avada —“
“Langlock!” Charlie countered so that the Death Eater couldn’t finish his curse. He neatly dodged the flaming pillow, but could see Arthur helplessly consuming the smoke from the fire. And then his apprehensions about not wanting to cause too much harm disappeared. And for the second time in his life, he cast an Oppungo at a Death Eater, hoping to use the distraction to get to his Dad.
A jet of fire was sent in the direction of father and son - a silent, nasty little hex. And in the moments after, hearing Charlie’s riposte, he disapparated. He wasn’t sacrificing any more limbs to Phoenixes.
Charlie caught a burn on his thigh as he reached Arthur, but nothing he couldn’t handle, or hadn’t encountered before. Dragon fire was much hotter, to be honest. He gripped Arthur’s arm and Apparated them to Aunt Muriel’s.
Isobel Macdougal v. Percy Weasley
As hooded figures began to descend on the Burrow, Percy flung himself out of doors to protect the house. He trusted his family to hold their own in any situation but if there were Death Eaters, it meant that they had found a way around them or had torn them to shreds.
The nearest black-robed back, however, was sent a neat and tidy Stunning spell.
The Shield Charm was thrown up immediately, the Stunning spell bouncing off and hitting a nearby shrub. The face behind the intricately-designed mask smirked, and when her eyes caught which Weasley was in her pursuit, she rolled her eyes. But of course.
She didn’t want to wait around for niceties and instead aimed a rather nasty slashing spell at his legs, aiming it at his calf.
Percy’s shield came up a moment too late, permitting a portion of the Death Eater’s curse to bite into his leg. Instead of crying out in pain, he locked his jaw and bit down, flourishing his wand. Two spells bright and hot, pursued the Death Eater -- a summoning spell, meant for the mask, and a Conjunctivitis Curse.
While the summoning spell missed her mask -- Isobel had been careful to dodge it -- she was not careful enough to avoid the Conjunctivitis Curse. Instead of her eyes, however, it her chest, hurling her back in the air. Once body made contact with ground -- and with a loud thump -- Isobel squealed with pain, nasty bruises from the day before screaming with agony.
Her attention fell on the ginger, and she scowled. Before getting to her feet, she aimed a fireball in front of him, aiming it merely inches from his feet. She followed it up with another, just for the hell of it. Once on her feet, Isobel steadied herself and raised her wand at him again.
“Avada --”
It was one of the most inane requirements of Death Eatering, he has always thought. The mask. It didn’t connote anonymity to him. He saw it as a weakness. They didn’t have the full faculties of their vision. A side-winding stinging hex was sent at the Death Eater’s hands, hoping to make them drop their wand.
What was the one Dedalus liked so well? Or rather, the one he’d insisted upon. His heart began to hammer in his chest as he heard the Death Eater begin to pronounce the syllables that he feared most. So he went with the one he remembered first. “Confringo!” Percy interrupted, aiming the spell at the Death Eater’s chest.
The stinging hex caught Isobel off-guard enough so that her attention wavered and her spell instantly muted. “Ow!” she muttered quietly, and had no time to react as the blasting curse had hurled her back again. Her feet and legs dangled about, giving an illusion as though independent from her body, and she fell again, this time the side of her head hitting against the hard ground. “Oof.”
She stammered up to her feet, diving for her wand, grasping it before it could be taken from her. “That is quite enough!” Before long, she aimed her favourite curse at him, one that would cause his bones to disintegrate into specks.
“Accio!” he called again, hand wide to catch the wand. And before he could put more concentration behind the spell, he had to slash her favourite curse away with a wide arc of his wand. It did, however, manage to creep a little closer to him. Close enough to feel his shin bone weaken and suggest hard activity might splinter it.
“Oh fuck. Whatever. Incarcerous!”
“Incendio!” Isobel shouted at the same time. Both spells met somewhere in the middle and sent off a little explosion, and a small bundle of fire fell on her robes, quickly climbing her back. Isobel screamed, trying her best to kick it and put it out, before muttering, “Aqua Eructo!” A gentle stream of water exploded from her wand, but it wasn’t enough, not nearly enough.
The fantastic spark of magical energy between the two of them gave Percy a minute’s shock. He stood briefly dumbfounded before springing to action. Throwing up a hasty shield, Percy knelt to let the flames pour to either side of him. As he took to his feet again, wand flourishing. “Incarcerous!”
Ropes tightened around Isobel’s legs while her robes engulfed in flames. “Ah!” she shouted, catching a glimpse of Weasley. With all the energy she could gather, Isobel sent another bone-crushing spell at him, taking specific aim at his head.
He hit the ground to miss the spell, feeling its force speed across and splinter into a tree that disintegrated weakly. As he looked up, catching the Death Eater’s eye, he shook his head.
“Until we meet again.” And with a crack, he disapparated.
Theodora Travers v. Molly Weasley & Ginny Weasley
Even though she was masked up, there was a part of Thea that worried Ginny Weasley would recognise her as one of those 'bint Slytherin's or whatever pathetic insult the ginger-haired girl came up with anyway. And then her cover would be blown and everything would feel more isolating, with more yelling, only this time? She'd actually deserve it.
But you didn't make a big statement about wanting to join the Dark Lord and fight for his cause without taking orders and showing you were actually fighting. Thea didn't need anyone to remind her of that, she just didn't want to be the lousy recruit who had to be taught the lesson. She had a feeling all her good standing with the senior Death Eaters would dissipate pretty fucking fast if she let herself slip.
"Reducto!" she aimed the spell just above Ginny's mother's head. The collection of family photographs — happy, smiling, waving, cheerful, vomit-inducing, unfair — on the dresser exploded, glass shattering everywhere and the pictures themselves tearing up into confetti.
“Get behind me,” Molly ordered her daughter, throwing up a shield charm to protect them from the flying debris. Seeing the pictures shattered tugged at her heart, but she knew that as long as everyone got out safe they'd be okay. A quick scan of the room and she noted a couple of items she needed to get before they escaped - nothing that would reveal the identities of other Order members could be left behind.
“Depulso!” she shot in the direction of the masked Death Eater, hoping to make a run to the closet.
Ginny, more hardened by her time at Hogwarts this year, wasn't about to listen to Molly's advice tonight. Not when Death Eaters were attacking her home, her safe space, her family. Again. Wand already withdrawn, she threw a shield charm up in front of her and Molly. Which was just as well, since her mother's eyes were darting for the items she needed to collect before they left.
"Mum, just set it on fire!" she yelled. It was all stuff, anyway.
Thea wasn't at all adverse to this misshapen hovel going up in flames, but not while she was inside a very flammable upstairs bedroom. She righted herself, having been knocked down by Molly's charm, and threw a Crucio towards the Weasley women. It didn't really matter which one it hit, she didn't give a fuck — they had something she could never get.
Running out of the protection of the shield charm to grab at a notebook, put Molly right in the path of the Unforgivable. Her breath hitched as it hit, dropping to the floor and crying out in pain, but in the recesses of her mind, there was some relief that it was her instead of Ginny.
Ginny didn't agree though, shooting a “Deprimo” at the floor near the Death Eater's feet, and then a Bat Bogey hex for good measure.
The Bat Bogey, which Thea knew was a specialty of Girl Weasley and yet had the good fortune to never encounter personally, mercilessly created and flapped bogey's around Thea's face beneath her mask, throwing off her ability to aim, let alone concentrate.
And then there was an explosion right beneath her feet. She stepped backward, but the bat bogeys through off her balance and forced her forwards instead. One foot sunk into the new hole in the floorboards and splinters stuck into her ankle.
"Reducto!" Thea threw this one right at Molly, waiting for the blood and guts to fill the room just like Keaton had.
“Good girl, Ginny!” Molly groaned, appreciating her daughter's handiwork as she pulled herself to her feet with effort. She'd just righted herself when the Death Eater shot another reductor curse, this time right at her.
Ginny ran to her mother at full tilt, knocking her out of the way and two crashed against the floor. Molly shot a quick blasting charm at the wall behind the Death Eater and then whispered to her daughter, “Split up, you get that book by the dresser and I'll get my supplies. Portkey is the vase on the back bookshelf.”
Chunks of wall rained down on Thea, which was more a nuisance than a pain, but she was definitely expecting bruises tomorrow. Which only served to piss her off further.
And just to make matters more annoying, they were now splitting up. She threw a stunning spell at Ginny and a trip jinx at her mother.
Molly avoided the trip jinx, ducking under the bed to retrieve a box of her healing supplies. Glancing behind her she shot a stunning spell at the Death Eater, then looked around for her daughter.
Ginny was sprawled on the floor, and Molly's stomach dropped when she saw that she wasn't moving. She knew that she'd heard a stunning spell come from the Death Eater, and it must have hit its mark.
“You bitch,” Molly growled, shooting one bombarda after another at the wall, floor, and furniture surrounding the masked woman as she made her way to her daughter.
Thea didn’t hear the insult, already stunned, while bits of wall and furniture fell on her.
Molly dove for Ginny, and a moment later they were both gone.