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He jolted when cold water hit his skin. He tried to pry his eyes but the light blinded him. Then, he received a sharp blow from his stomach.
"Hey Ginger, wake up you sleepy head." said a low gruff voice.
"Where's your guts, huh? You're pretty confident back there." Another voice said.
Clutching his stomach, he tried to open his eyes again. He blinked rapidly, trying to see his surroundings. He tried to speak but there's no sound coming out of his mouth.
"What's that? I can't hear a thing. Did you forget your voice already? Hmmmm?" said a voice near him, the smell of troll lingering in his breath.
He tried speaking again. "Who are you? What do you want?" he said. His voice was hoarse and it was really hard to speak.
"Who are you? What do you want?" mimicked the third voice. Then the others laugh hard.
"Don't be such a baby, Ginger. Do you want to know what we'll do to you? Let's see. First, we'll tie you up then bring you to jail, wait for our lot to see if they snatched some filthy Mudblood and blood traitors like you, then bring you to the Ministry and receive some shiny Galleons. Pretty good plan, right lads?"
"Yeah!" the others agree.
"Take care of Ginger here while I wait for the others." said Troll-breath. Then he heard foot steps coming toward him.
They positioned him with his front facing the floor. Tie him up with a thick rope which scratches his wrist because of the tightness then hauled him to his feet. They led him through the door. He shook his head trying to regain his vision. When he did so the first thing that he noticed was that it was dark. Trees filled his vision and he can hear the owls hooting. Then he saw an abandoned house. As they approach it, he also noticed that the parts of the roof and walls were destroyed. He can see the jail, or more like big cages, lined up.
"Here's your room, Ginger." said the gruff voice. His companion sniggers at the remark. His capturers pulled him besides one.
They hauled him inside then locked it. "Have fun." With that said, they retreat.
He gets up with difficulty, bringing his knees first then brace himself with his tied hands. The cage smelled like rust. Thanks to the dim light coming from the only light bulb in the house, he saw a small rag, drag his feet there then sit.
What was he thinking leaving them like that? Now they're probably mad at him. Worse of all, he was held captive by those vermins. He's such a moron. He can't even defend himself. He really is a weakling. He didn't deserve -----
"Ron? RON! Hey are you even listening?"
He was daydreaming again. Stupid, you have no time for that. That's a year ago! You have some serious business here. Focus! "Sorry 'bout that. What was it again?" he asked the man in front of him.
"Daydreaming again!? Geesh Ron, get a grip will you?" said the man seated in front of him.
"I said I'm sorry ok. Now will you please repeat to me the situation?"
"Ok. Back to business then. My niece is being hardheaded again. Probably, took the mission all by herself. You know that girl, always want to prove herself to us. She didn't even left a note. She just took off. Now, there's a good and bad news. The good news is that we tracked her down. She's in an abandoned house near the Weshington Ruins where the call center was once build." he paused, letting Ron take it all in.
"I know where it is. What's the bad news?"
"Right. The bad news is that she was also held captive like those people whom she was suppose to save." he finished grimly.
"Bloody hell! That girl's always looking for a way to get herself killed." he said, bringing his arms up in defeat.
"Well, for one she can't get killed." The man said.
Despite himself, Ron chuckled. Then he said, "So what's this mission that she's suppose to complete?"
"The Head wants us to save some wizarding people. He said that those people are important because they can help us win over our enemies and such." the man said.
"Well, if they're so bloody brilliant that The Head wants to recruit them, why can't they escape their capturers?" he said, totally perplexed by the mission.
"Thought you'd said that. Their capturer was your favorite man, mate." the man said.
"Gravon? Really? No wonder they're stuck there. And that niece of yours." he said, totally surprised.
"You could say that again, mate. It says here in the report given that Gravon has fourteen men standing as guard. There are two doors in the house. The front door is not accessible~" explained the man.
"Go figures. They probably put some wards their. Or cast a barrier charm." Ron said.
"Probably. The back door is being guarded by three morons, I mean, guards." the man said with a smile on his face. "The house has seven rooms namely, living room, kitchen and bathroom on the first floor. On the second landing, there are three bedrooms and a bathroom. The captives, including my niece are situated on the largest bedroom. Gravon is on the right side of that room. Lastly, the third room is empty. Get that so far?" asked the man.
Ron nodded. "Yeah. Got it. What about the other guards?" Ron asked.
"Oh, that one. Four guards on the first and five on the second. They're weapons are, you guessed it, wands. So The Head specifically picked you for the Rescue Operation. I'll send William with you. Any questions?" said the man.
"Uhmmm, yeah. Can I bash that girl's head? I just want to see if she will come to her senses." Ron said seriously but after a few seconds grinned at the man in front of him.
Laughing, the man stands up from his chair and approach Ron who, like him, is already standing up. "I know for a fact that you can't do that to her. You like that girl a lot. And you owe her your life."
"I know. It's just wishful thinking." Ron said. Then there was a sharp knock on the door.
"Hey, Ron. Let's go." said the newcomer.
"Ok, William." he turned to the man beside him. "We'll be going then. I'll make sure your niece will go home, Peter." he said then move towards the door.
The man, Peter, smile. "I know you will."
