With nothing more said between them, they sprinted towards the front door. Only as they neared it by a hairsbreadth did the Weasley’s protections begin to ignite, all of it too late to stop their momentum. Bill was away, Charlie wasn’t home. Fred might be around, but his brother was off in France. Ron might be there; she couldn’t be sure he was at Hogwarts or out with the Order. Molly and Arthur were undoubtedly present; they had nowhere else to go. None of them were enough to stop this assault. None of them had enough skill to create any adequate defences.