Fred Weasley[/@ch_1] and George Weasley, who stand, eyes glazed, in the center of a crimson rune.] Lord Voldemort raises his wand, the ruby light at its tip casting bloody shadows over the floor. Fred Weasley and George Weasley tremble, but their faces are eerily serene, as if the ritual has stolen their fear. "Let the twins of mirth become my shadow’s hands, their laughter now bound to my darkness forever," he intones, his voice echoing through the trembling walls. The ritual completes with a flash of emerald fire, and the twins’ eyes turn cold, their smiles fading into grim masks.

Bill Weasley[/@ch_4], Charlie Weasley, Percy Weasley, and Ron Weasley huddle near a collapsed staircase. The air is thick with dust and fear, as distant screams echo through the castle.] Ron Weasley clutches his wand, knuckles white, while Bill Weasley tries to keep his voice steady. "We can’t just leave them to Voldemort. They’re our brothers," he says, eyes shining with unshed tears. Percy Weasley swallows hard, guilt flickering across his face as he looks toward the Great Hall. "We have to fight for them. Whatever magic he used, family is stronger," Charlie Weasley insists, determination sharpening his features.

Voldemort[/@ch_3], their postures rigid and movements unnatural.] Fred Weasley and George Weasley raise their wands as one, faces expressionless. Ron Weasley hesitates, voice breaking as he calls out, "Fred! George! Please, you have to fight it—remember us, remember Mum’s Christmas jumpers, Dad’s stories, all the times we laughed together!" The twins’ wands tremble, but their eyes remain cold, forced by dark magic to advance on their siblings.

Bill Weasley shouts over the roar, "Fred, you’re the heart of our family! George, you always pulled us back from the edge—don’t let him take you from us!" Percy Weasley steps forward, tears streaming, "I’m sorry for everything, for pushing you away—you’re my brothers, my best friends. I love you both," his voice cracking with emotion. The twins falter, their spells weakening as memories flicker behind their eyes.

Charlie Weasley[/@ch_5], battered and breathless, drops his wand and strides forward, arms wide.] "If you want to hurt us, then do it, Fred, George—but know this: we will never stop loving you, not even if Voldemort himself commands it," he declares, voice filled with fierce love. The twins freeze, their wands shuddering in the air, and for a heartbeat, the world holds its breath. A single tear slips down George Weasley’s cheek, and the green glow around them shatters like glass.

Fred Weasley and George Weasley shake with relief, their faces crumpling as they realize what almost happened. "You saved us… even when we couldn’t save ourselves," Fred whispers, voice hoarse. Ron Weasley grins through his tears, "That’s what family means, you idiots. We never give up on each other," and the siblings cling together, hearts whole once more.