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He could hear them.

They were coming. Closer, closer. Till finally.

No he wouldn't think of that not now.

He had been so close, so close to catching them.

His breath came in tortured gasps. He had been running it felt like for hours.

Running ducking hiding.

How could he have been so stupid? How could he have let them corner him? And now they were playing with him. Like cat and mouse. His life was like a fucking game of cat and mouse to them. And he knew they enjoyed it if their constant laughter was any indication.

He was so tired.

And he briefly wondered if their was any reason for him to resist. His life had been hell for awhile now. He had only recently been suicidal, actually he probably still would be termed suicidal.

Gods they were getting so close.

He wouldn't be able to outrun them soon. And oh how he didn't want to. To just sink into oblivion would be so nice. The only thing that stopped him was the mind numbing fear he had of that man out there. He couldn't stand to look at him. The man who had stood by and watched while he was raped.

Any minute now and they would be on him.

But there was so much he had wanted to do before he died. He had promised his best friend he could teach him how to play Quidditch. His best friend the only bright spot in his screwed up life, and his family. They were the only thing that made him wake up each morning even knowing what faced him at work. He was beaten and oh so broken.

They were outside the door now.

And he cringed memories flashing before him. Which was strange because he had to be close to dying to see his memories flash before his eyes. And they weren't even inside yet. Maybe they flashed before your eyes so you had a chance to see all you had screwed up. Though that seemed a little cruel to him. Didn't God think they felt bad enough already? After all they were going to die. But then again he wouldn't really know he had never died before, at least not in the literal sense.

Ten. There were ten of them that came in.

All walking in a row, like ducks or maybe the correct animals would be geese.

Black hooded figures wands at the ready.

"Weasley."

"Fudge."

And that was how it started or maybe ended depending on how you prefer to interpret it. They surrounded him all ten figures smiling maliciously at him. He had no idea how frightening a smile could be till this. Ten Crucio's hit him all almost at the same time. And he doubled over in pain. It became almost like a new game to them, see how much pain you can inflict before he dies. He hit the floor convulsing with the pain. He was teetering dangerously on that line between life and death.

If he was going to die he didn't want to die here, anywhere but here. Marcus Flint an old classmate he looked almost sorry. How absurd, a Slytherin, sorry. But he wouldn't die here, no he would die at home with his best friend. And with a pop he was gone.

"Damn!" Fudge snarled, "Who let the charms down?"

"Does it matter? He's as good as dead anyway."

"Of course you fool, I wanted him."

"Be careful Minister, our Lord will only keep you around if you manage to please him, now lets go."

"Fine!"

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Oliver Wood had planned on sitting down to read Quidditch Weekly the sports magazine he subscribed to when the door bell rang.

"Coming," Oliver called walking over to open the door and what he found made him gasp in surprise.

"Percy?"

"Oliver."

And a half dead bloody Percy Weasley fell into his arms.

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Well this is my first chapter. Hope you liked it and please give me some feedback about it, anything would be appreciated.

R and R!!