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The owl arrived scant seconds before MacGonnagall appeared in the fireplace, waking them.
"Molly. Arthur."
Molly asked, "What is it?" as Arthur pulled the scroll from the leg of the barn owl.
"Molly. Come now." Arthur wasn't usually so succinct. He wrapped Molly's shawl around her, held her close, and apparated.
Diagon Alley was in flames.
"No," Molly cried, voice breaking, and fell faint agianst Arthur.
The Dark Mark hovered over the center of the street.
Where the twins' shop had been.
"My babies," sobbed Molly.
She'd been right. They'd been murdered in their beds.
Molly woke screaming.
Arthur held her.