Chapter Twelve: A Vision in Webs

 

International traveling with a one-month old was nothing short of the biggest headache Ginny had ever had experienced. The Weasleys had decided that whoever was after Harry and Ginny would probably be on the lookout for travelers with one tiny baby, and so Ron and Hermione had agreed, over the protests of Harry and Ginny, to send Andrew with them, at least for the duration of the trip.

 

. ÒAll right, dear? Do you have everything packed?Ó Molly asked, bouncing baby James in her arms. She and Arthur had insisted that Harry, Ginny and James move back into the Burrow while the final arrangements were made.

 

Ginny smiled, holding out her arms. ÒYes, I think so. With any kind of luck weÕll only be gone a few days, Mum.Ó

 

ÒThe boys will get this figured out,Ó Arthur said solidly, wrapping an arm around MollyÕs shoulder and squeezing it imperceptibly.   ÒWeÕll get you back home to Britain in no time.Ó

 

Harry coughed, then offered his hand to Arthur. ÒWeÕll see you in a few days, Arthur. Thank you for all your help, Molly.Ó

 

Molly nodded and blushed, opening her arms to envelope Harry in a bone-crushing hug. ÒYou take care of my grandson while youÕre in that godforsaken place.Ó

 

ÒIÕll do my best,Ó Harry promised faithfully, though his lips twitched.

 

ÒBe careful, Ginny,Ó Arthur said, kissing Ginny on the cheek. ÒYou know how to get a hold of us if something goes wrong, yes?Ó

 

ÒOf course, Dad,Ó Ginny said, securing James more tightly in her arms. As she leaned over to return her fatherÕs kiss, there was a puff of green light from the fireplace.

 

ÒHere we are!Ó Hermione announced in a sing-song voice, AndrewÕs hand firmly in her own. ÒStep down, Andrew, okay?Ó

 

ÒYes, Mum,Ó Andrew murmured.

 

Ron followed, cursing under his breath as he knocked his head on the mantle. ÒÕEllo Harry, Ginny.Ó

 

ÒMorning, Ron,Ó Ginny greeted him cheerfully. ÒHow are you doing today, Andrew?Ó

 

ÒIÕm okay,Ó Andrew said, a bit shyly. ÒMum made me breakfast.Ó

 

As Ginny continued to put the young boy at ease, Harry and Ron had a brief conference, discussing the final details of the plan.

 

Fred and George had discreetly obtained the hair of a Muggle couple, Edwina and Frank Barrier, and Bill and Charlie had, through their more dubious contacts in Diagon Alley, acquired very good forgeries of the appropriate papers to cross the borders.

 

ÒCharlieÕs already gone ahead to Japan,Ó Ron said quickly, Òand Bill will be on the British side, just in case something happens. Charlie will take Andrew back with him after he switches up Polyjuice identities. Takashiro is expecting you. He speaks fluent English. You can hide in plain sight in Tokyo.Ó

 

ÒRon, youÕll send word when you figure out whoÕs behind this, right?Ó HarryÕs eyes pierced his friendÕs.

 

Ron never wavered. ÒOf course. WeÕll let you know just as soon as we know.Ó

 

The two men, more brothers than friends, embraced quickly and stepped apart. ÒWeÕll see you soon,Ó Harry said.

 

ÒTake care of Ginny.Ó

 

As Ron reached around to give Ginny a hug, she punched him instead. ÒI can take care of myself, thank you very much.Ó

 

ÒYou know what I meant,Ó Ron said crossly, rubbing his shoulder. ÒYou hit hard.Ó

 

ÒShe always has,Ó Harry said smugly. ÒGood-bye Hermione, weÕll see you in a few days.Ó

 

Hermione wiped a tear from her eye. ÒTake care of yourselves,Ó she whispered, hugging Harry fiercely.

 

ÒWeÕll take care of Andrew while heÕs with us,Ó Ginny promised Hermione.

 

ÒI never had any doubts,Ó Hermione said, squeezing GinnyÕs shoulders. ÒWeÕd better get you two moving or youÕll miss your Apparition time.Ó

 

ÒHereÕs your Polyjuice,Ó Ron said, pushing a vial into HarryÕs hand. ÒYouÕd better drink that now, before you Apparate out.Ó

 

ÒRight,Ó Harry said, and quickly took a swig. He could just make out Ginny drinking hers before his vision went blurry and body parts began to rearrange themselves.

 

Edwina, Frank and their two children made it to the International Apparition Point with no problems at all. The witches and wizards waiting in line with them might have thought Edwina clung to the baby a little tightly or that Frank was a little overly concerned with keeping the young toddler boy close, but that was entirely natural for a young couple traveling internationally the first time.

 

They made it through customs with minimal fuss. Frank wrapped his arm around Edwin and grasped the younger boyÕs hand. With a sharp CRACK, Harry and Ginny Potter left Britain for the first time.

 

**

 

Bill, George and Fred approached the Potter house very carefully. The fact of the matter was, the house was warded by probably the most powerful wizard alive in the world. Harry Potter. Obviously, they didnÕt mean any harm, but if the house decided it had been abandoned and needed to protect its contents, it might be as dangerous to them as any other invader.

 

ÒAll right, no matter what happens, we stick together, right?Ó Bill said in a low voice as they walked up to the door.

 

ÒRight. ItÕs HarryÕs house. There canÕt be anything that would attack us, right?Ó Fred gripped his wand tightly.

 

ÒWell, the only real danger is in the fact that itÕs been empty so long,Ó Bill reminded them. ÒHarry might have set the wards to be friendly to Weasleys all the time. I hope thatÕs what heÕs done.Ó

 

George raised his eyebrow. ÒWe are talking about Harry Potter, right? Brother-in-law to all of us? Surely he would have our best interests at heart. Why didnÕt anyone ask him about this?Ó

 

ÒBecause weÕre all great big prats, of course,Ó Fred muttered.

 

ÒHarry said that there was a good possibility we werenÕt in any danger. But heÕs been able to develop semi-animate wards. HeÕs got full control of them, but only him,Ó Bill explained patiently. ÒHe canÕt predict their behavior one hundred percent when heÕs not around.Ó

 

ÒGreat. The fact that heÕs a powerful wizard is damned inconvenient from time to time,Ó George said.

 

Bill reached the door first and whispered the spell that Harry had let them know <said?> would unlock the door.

 

Stepping inside the front door, they kept their wands in hand, not quite relaxing at their easy entrance. As one, they moved about the kitchen and arranged themselves in a circle.

 

The incantation was simple enough, Bill thought with a sigh, but interpreting the results of the tracing spell might be a bit difficult, especially the way that theyÕd modified it. They would have to expose the lines of all the magic done in the room, isolate the dark magic, trap and contain the lines, and transport them to RonÕs office, where heÕd set up a scrying bowl where hopefully theyÕd be able to track the magic. Since none of the other Weasleys had been available, Bill, George and Fred would have to rely on their  abilities to get the job done.

 

ÒScribus,Ó they incanted together, and an intricate wave of luminescent lines weaved itself on the kitchen floor, the traces of all magic cast in the room. Obviously, there were a lot of lines for all the cleaning and cooking charms used.  After waiting a few moments to let the lines settle, Bill nodded his head. ÒNoxus.Ó

 

All the lines in the kitchen disappeared, except for a pulsing dark one. Now came the difficult part of the spell. The men all took a step in towards each other and laid the tips of their wands on the writhing string.

 

Bill took the lead, yanking it up and twisting it around his wand. The whole house seemed to lean inwards, but he did not cease his work. Again and again he wrapped it around his wand. One of the windows  cracked. Fred and George braced themselves and stood with their feet shoulder-width apart, casting Bracing Charms wherever they were needed.

 

After several minutes of this, Bill nodded his head, and the tension in the house seemed to snap back.

 

ÒAll right,Ó Bill said tiredly. ÒThatÕs one room down. Several more to go.Ó

 

In some rooms, they determined it wasnÕt necessary to cast the spell to track the Dark Magic, as they couldnÕt find any traces of it. The sitting room was like that, as well as the dining room. When they climbed the stairs to the bedroom, though, Bill took a deep breath.

 

ÒI have a feeling this is going to be the nasty one,Ó he said conversationally to George.

 

ÒYeah,Ó George said, rolling his wand around in his fingers. ÒI just hope Ron can analyze these and tell us at least where the source of the magic is.Ó

 

ÒHarry seemed to think it would be relatively easily,Ó Fred reminded his twin. ÒAnything Harry Potter can do, we can do better.Ó

 

Bill snorted. ÒAll right then.Ó

 

ÒFred, I do believe Bill doubts us!Ó George exclaimed mockingly.

 

ÒWeÕll just have to prove him wrong then, brother mine.Ó

 

Feeling a bit apprehensive, Bill pushed open the door to Harry and GinnyÕs bedroom. The smell of illness had been thoroughly dispelled by the Cleaning Charms Molly had used unsparingly, but the bed was still unmade and JamesÕs cradle was still mussed. Bill shook his head. This made the fact that his baby sister was half-way across the world a bit moreÉ real.

 

Again, they arranged themselves in a circle and cast the first spell. Instantly, the room crackled with energy, making Fred and GeorgeÕs hair stand on end. Bill winced as his wand arm heated up.

 

ÒWe arenÕt going to be able to wait long on this one,Ó he shouted through gritted teeth at his brothers.

 

They nodded their heads, either unwilling or unable to respond. Without much further discussion, they cast the second spell and couldnÕt hold back their gasps of surprise.

 

In the kitchen, they had found just one curse line. In here, there was a veritable web of them, pulsing purples and blacks and deep, nauseating greens, woven in and around and through each other.  The mass was lighter around the floor but culminated in a heap that writhed on top of the bed, particularly on the side where Bill assumed Ginny slept. He fought his urge to become physically ill.

 

ÒBlimey,Ó Fred breathed. ÒHow are we going to store that?Ó

 

Bill rolled up his sleeves and looked over at Fred and George. He hadnÕt seen anything so bizarre in all of his years of Curse-Breaking. The challenge of it was uniquely stimulating.

 

ÒI think weÕre going to have to unravel it into chunks,Ó Bill suggested. ÒIf we can separate the strands where theyÕre gathered together up there, weÕd have a better chance, donÕt you suppose?Ó

 

ÒYes,Ó Fred said emphatically.

 

ÒWeÕre going to have to do this fast. We canÕt unravel these strands and brace the house at the same time,Ó George pointed out, though his expression was an excited one. ÒWeÕre going to have to break it apart before the house caves in.Ó

 

ÒGreat! A challenge,Ó Bill muttered, and grinned at his brothers when they nodded and smiled  back at him.

 

**

 

Ron was ready for his brothers when they burst into his office, aglow with the excitement of their success. He had the scrying bowl set up on his desk and rose to his feet to greet them.

 

ÒDid it work?Ó he asked anxiously.

 

ÒOf course it bloody worked,Ó George replied enthusiastically.

 

ÒItÕs a bloody Harry Potter spell,Ó Fred agreed. ÒIt worked bloody brilliantly.Ó

 

ÒWe nearly brought the house down,Ó Bill said dryly. ÒItÕs still standing. But HarryÕs going to have some home-improvement  projects waiting when they get back from Japan.Ó

 

ÒYeah, yeah,Ó Ron muttered. ÒWho cares about the bloody house at a time like this?Ó

 

ÒGinny,Ó Fred and George said at the same time.

 

ÒAll right. Good point. IÕm glad youÕre here,Ó Ron said, rolling his eyes.  ÒFirenze has agreed to come out and help us interpret the dreams. I was able to contact him this morning.Ó

 

ÒBrilliant,Ó Fred said simply and collapsed in one of the chairs across from the desk. ÒWhen is he supposed to get here?Ó

 

ÒAnytime now. He feels like he owes Harry a favor.Ó

 

There was a discreet knock on the door. Firenze stuck his head in. ÒMr. Weasley? You were requesting my presence?Ó

 

Ron broke out his trademark grin and gestured to the bowl in front of him. ÒYouÕre very, very welcome.Ó

 

**

 

Remus tapped his quill on the parchment in front of him a bit distractedly. Feeling a bit better than normal, he sat at his desk with a book of records from the Second Voldemort War in front of him, a cup of tea to his side. He was looking for any clues hidden in the rows and rows of names in the books, which listed not only deaths, but injuries. The maniac after Harry and Ginny hadnÕt made any mistakes as of yet, but psychopaths always showed their hand. It was just a matter of following all the clues.

 

There was a discreet knock on the door. ÒRemus?Ó Dora stuck her head in and smiled. ÒMaking any progress?Ó

 

ÒNot much,Ó he admitted and sighed. ÒThis guy hasnÕt made any mistakes that I can see.Ó

 

ÒReally?Ó Tonks arranged herself in his lap and looked over his work. ÒYouÕve been making some notes, I see.Ó

 

ÒYes. Well, the type of magic theyÕre using is so specific, you seeÉ.  I was looking for connections to someone who would have that type of skill.Ó Remus sighed. ÒIt just seems so fruitless. I hope that the Weasleys are making progress on that tracking spell because it seems to me that there has to be some sort of personal reason for this. ItÕs too personalized for it to be otherwise.Ó

 

Dora nodded her head and was about to open her mouth to speak again when RonÕs voice came from the fireplace.

 

ÒRemus? Are you around the records from the war at all?Ó

 

ÒYes, as a matter of fact,Ó Remus said, turning his chair to face in that direction. ÒIs there something I can look up for you?Ó

 

ÒYeah. Look up when Colin Creevey died.Ó