The Forgotten Weasley

Hearing that Cedric was all right, Fred immediately burst out laughing. But he quickly realised they were in the Ministry of Magic, with many people bustling back and forth around them, and that it was rather inappropriate, so he shut his mouth again.

Mr Diggory, however, had no idea what they were thinking and asked curiously, "Say, you Weasley boys, didn't the two of you resign? What are you doing here?"

"Ah, we heard this place had been attacked, so we came specially to help," George said.

"That's right." Fred nodded as well.

For some reason, neither of them mentioned Cedric again. They only said they had come to help.

"I see. What warm-hearted lads." Mr Diggory smiled and nodded. "But I have to say, you're really very lucky."

"Yes, that's true." Fred grinned. "If we hadn't resigned, we might already have been on our way to St Mungo's by now."

"Not might—definitely... perhaps something worse." Mr Diggory shook his head, his expression turning far more serious. "I heard that after the Death Eaters came out of the Minister's office, they made a special trip to the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office.

"I suppose Arthur had crossed the Death Eaters one too many times, and they wanted revenge."

"Yes, Dad really has been fighting against the Death Eaters all along." Fred said with a grin, looking utterly unconcerned.

As members of the Order of the Phoenix, being deliberately targeted by Death Eaters was perfectly normal. There was nothing surprising about it. Otherwise, their whole family would not have moved from The Burrow to 12 Grimmauld Place.

"How's old Perkins?"

"Not good." Mr Diggory shook his head heavily. "As far as I know, he ran into the Death Eaters in the lift, and they tortured him with the Cruciatus Curse. Fortunately,