The turnout for the attack was less than the Order expected. However, You Know Who's best followers had been put up to it. When the Order arrived at Trafalgar Square, they found only four cloaked figures waiting to tear apart the stone statues and abolish the Muggles that went about on their night. Because of London being constantly buzzing with people, the streets were still packed at midnight on a Friday. Though this was fascinating for Arthur, who ogled at the Muggles that laughed among their groups and shouted at their friends from across the street, it meant there were more potential causalities.

Fenrir Greyback had been the first to attack. He had never been given a wand, as his crossbreeding was still against what You Know Who valued. But he still had the sharp claws and razor teeth that were built for tearing through flesh. He had lurched forward to rip the neck out of a passing drunk Muggle, only to have Tonks cast a knockback jinx towards him. The werewolf roared and landed next to his three comrades that seethed at the white mists that formed into Order members.

Blair teamed up with Arthur and fought against the Carrow siblings. Alecto and Amycus were blonde and had identical grins that held sinister intentions. The siblings were known for their vicious torture tactics and had pleaded for being under the Imperius curse during the first Wizarding war, but had returned immediately after hearing that their Dark Lord had returned.

Non-verbal spells shot out of Blair's wand and put her and Arthur at an advantage. The blonde siblings couldn't send any of their tricks without first crying out the spells, giving the Order members time to prepare and cast the Protego charm. Arthur was thoroughly impressed by Blair's abilities and was proud to have her as his partner for the mission, as well as having his son involved with such a witch. He thought he would have to take the responsibility of helping the twins and Blair with their battles (not that he minded, of course). But he found that he might even need their help for his duels instead.

"How extraordinary!" Arthur exclaimed one of his most favourite words. Blair had shot what he had thought was a simple disarming spell towards Alecto, but was amazed to see the woman sail through the air and collide with the solid statue of Winston Churchill. Amycus sneered at the sight of his unconscious sister and turned to Blair, shooting a purple flash her way.

"Protego!" Arthur cried as he swiped his wand in front of his and Blair's body, allowing Blair to send a Confundos charm over his shoulder. Amycus landed next to his sister while giggling uncontrollably, the siblings out for the battle.

"We need to Obliviate the Muggles," Blair said to Arthur, but reluctant to leave the fight. Greyback and Dolohov were the only Death Eaters left conscious and were being taken care of by Remus and Tonks. This left the mass amounts of Muggles that were watching with gawking mouths. The appearances of whites mists and flashes of spells from wands had caught the attention of the entire street. The Muggle Police had also turned up and stood watching helplessly, their guns and tazers useless against the only rational explanation for the chaos; magic.

"You do that, I'll gather up the Carrows and send them to the Ministry," Blair instructed the Weasley and he nodded enthusiastically, anxious to interact with the most interesting creatures he had ever heard of. He scurried off and called for attention, waving his wand about with a Weasley grin on his face.

"Look here, Muggles! Would you like to see a magnificent magic trick?!"

Blair rolled her eyes at his strategy and went to head for the Carrows, only to hear the thud of two bodies hitting the cement stairs nearby. Tonks and Remus had been blasted through the air by Greyback and Dolohov, the couple unconscious with wounds on their temples. George and Fred had been waiting to join in and stood in front of the two, holding up protective fields as the Death Eaters drew nearer. Arthur had been able to ward off the Muggles after Obliviating their memories and created a barrier around the area, keeping any of them from looking inside and somehow stumbling into the battle.

"You!" Dolohov snapped while pointing his wand at George. "You were at the fields! With the cat!"

"Uh, that was me, actually," Fred butted in, drawing Dolohov's attention to him with a smug grin. He assumed that 'the fields' was the barnhouse where they had their last encounter. "Thank you for the smooth departure, by the way."

Fenrir Greyback growled at the attitude from Fred and ran forward, his sharp teeth bared and aiming for the Weasley's arteries. Fred cast the Levicorpus jinx, causing the werewolf to be suspended into the air by his ankle. Greyback swiped his claws around in attempts to somehow cut the invisible rope that held him in the air, but remained comically hung upside down. Fred grinned and moved his wand in all directions, causing the body of Greyback to fly around and jerk in all directions.

"Nice one, Freddie," George commented while duelling with Antonin Dolohov.

"Thanks very much, Georgie," Fred replied and continued his spell-work.

While the twins held off the last of the Death Eaters, Blair pulled out her prepared potion and started to dab it against Remus's and Tonks' wounds. Blood had trickled down their faces and curved down their jaws. The gashes on their temples were gruesome, but were healed in moments after she had smothered the potion over and around them. They would have headaches when they woke up, but hopefully shouldn't have any long lasting, internal damage.

A loud grunt and a thud was heard from Blair's right, making her whip her attention up and see Fred skidding across the floor. She noticed the patch of redness that sunk through the front of his shirt and saw his eyes screwed shut in pain. Fred's shirt had been ripped into the shape of three distinct claw marks and made Blair remember who he had been battling.

As she was about to stand and head over to him, a large hand suddenly clamped around her neck. She let out a choking noise and felt her feet leave the floor; airways cut and her eyes wide from the sudden grip around her throat. Fenrir Greyback's face came into view, his canine-like nose scrounged up and growling up at her. The edges of his uneven claws scratched at her nape and she tried to unhinge his large fingers, her lungs now burning and tears welling up in her eyes.

"Rosierrrr," his voice was a horrific mixture of a growl and a sneer. It was animalistic and feral, sounding as if a wolf had begun to morph into a human. His appearance mimicked this with his hair lank and greasy against his neck and his eyes dark like the night most werewolves despised. But Greyback embraced his abnormality and took on the persona of being half man, half wolf with all its gruesome side-effects to the appearance.

"Blair!" George's voice was heard and she inched her eyes towards it, seeing him running over with his wand ready to attack.

"Stop!" Greyback shouted, holding his hand out towards George with his vicious sneer. "I will crush her throat if you come any closer!"

George stopped in his tracks and clenched his jaw, swallowing dryly with his grip near snapping his wand. He could see Blair's face turning blue and her hands scratching at Greyback's hand. He wanted nothing more than to demolish the thing that's suffocating her and take her away from any means of harm. It didn't help that his twin was bleeding out on the floor inches away from them. Antonin Dolohov had recovered from the temporary confusion that George had jinxed him with and stood over Fred's body, his wand pointing down at his chest with the intent to finish the job.

With Blair and Fred in the hands of Death Eaters, George found himself in a similar situation to his brother's from their last mission. They had been lucky so far with missions only causing them minor injuries that could be healed by one drop of Blair's potions, but he didn't think blood replenishing and what Muggles called 'CPR' could be done by the same concoction. Blair and Fred were facing their deaths, and George could do nothing about it.

"This-" Greyback growled and jerked his head towards the girl who was losing consciousness by his hand. "-is Rosier?"

George clenched his teeth and wished he could murder the man with his eyes. But he could only nod, seeing as Fred was also beginning to grow faint from his blood puddling underneath him.

"Man, this is not my week," Fred groaned, his voice shallow and strained.

"Be quiet!" Dolohov snapped and kicked Fred's side, causing him to groan and wince at the flash of agony from his chest.

While George was cornered, Greyback turned back to Blair and marvelled over the juiciness of her neck that was within biting distance. If she hadn't been who they were looking for, he would have torn into her flesh as if it were a steak. The blood would fill his mouth and her muscles would be ravishing to chew through. But he couldn't. She was valuable and would need to see the Dark Lord before-

Dolohov and Greyback were blasted backwards by two bright yellow beams. Blair's body dropped to the floor with throaty coughs erupting from her chest, but alive and in one piece never the less. George jumped forward immediately and rushed to his brother, encasing his wounds with bandages from his wand. Arthur Weasley stepped forward and went to encase the Death Eaters with the Incarcerous curse, only to have them disappear in a cloud of black smoke. The Carrow twins also dissolved into the blackness and soared towards the sky, leaving with the two other streams of black smoke that disappeared over buildings.

"Freddie?! You alright, my boy?!" Arthur got to his knees beside his son, relieved to see him breathing and groaning loudly. "George, make sure Blair is okay. I've got him."

George barely nodded and spun on his heels, heading over to where Blair was getting to her feet. She soothed the skin that had been marked by Greyback's claws and tried to cough up the stinging feeling that was inside her throat. She was sure that she was going to die in the hands of the werewolf and the lasting effects of the faintness were still present in her skull. The night swirled around her and she fell sideways, only to have arms grab her and hold her against their chest.

"You alright, Blair?" George questioned, his voice laced with concern. He held her wobbly body against his own and prayed that his father had stepped in early enough to save her.

"I-I'm fine," she stuttered and pushed her upper half up from George's, balancing her weight on to her own legs. "Just a little dizzy, I guess."

"You look like when Georgie wacked you in the head during our Quidditch game," Fred laughed and winced when Arthur started healing his gashes after pulling off the temporary bandages George had conjured.

"You obviously can't be too badly hurt if you're laughing, Freddie," George rolled his eyes, making sure to keep his arm around Blair's waist. Fred went quiet when he knew he should be and let his father continue with healing his wounds.

"Is Remus and Tonks okay?" Arthur questioned. He helped Fred up from the floor with his son's arm around his shoulders.

"Y-Yeah. They'll have some headaches, I think," Blair answered with her hand to her head, turning to George and looking up at him pleadingly. "Can we go home now?"

Georgeagreed and side-apparated with Blair. They disappeared with a 'pop!' and Fredwaited for Arthur to do the same with him and the newly-wed Lupins. The streetsaround them began to fill with Muggles again and they were yet to be noticedwith the unconscious couple beside them. While Arthur grabbed hold of Remus's andTonks's hands, Fred decided to ask his father the question that had beenbrewing in his mind since the surprise of the four lonesome Death Eaters forthe supposed mass attack on Muggles.

"Dad? Don't you think it's a bit odd to have only four Death Eaters for tonight?" he asked, the pain in his chest subsiding and leaving him able to stand and walk on his own without much agony. "For such a big attack, you'd think Voldy would want as many Muggles dead as possible, right?"

"Yes, Fred. I was thinking the same thing," Arthur hummed and thought of The Burrow for apparition. "That's why I think it was really to find out more information on Blair, not to attack Muggles."