I don't own it, just thought I'd remind you
Down into the rabbit burrow
They sat in the interrogation room, Ronald Weasley demanded his lawyer before he would talk. Harry sat tapping his pen on the desk. He needed information and it was clear to him that the boy had nothing. However he did have contacts, his father for one. Harry couldn't help but stare at the boy, it was fun to watch them twitch. He was gangly and tall which made every tiny movement stand out like a sore thumb. Harry was hoping being the youngest boy he would crack. He wasn't like the last pair, Harry had driven to lock up after an over night bender. They were real character compared to their baby brother.
Harry guessed he shouldn't really be calling him a baby, they were almost the same age. In fact Ronald was a couple of months older.
Hermione sighed, shifting next to Harry. Weasley looked up at her and blushed. Harry smirked, wondering how attractive Weasley found his new partner. This could work to his advantage.
"Look Weasley, we aren't really interested in you, we have bigger fish to fry. We are going after Riddle. If you help us out we'll wipe our record clean. No harm no fowl." Harry said. Hermione kicked him in the shins under the table.
"Not just me, the whole family." Ronald replied. Harry greeted his teeth and nodded.
"And, and I want protection." He blushed a furious red.
"I can't promise you that, Riddle has his fingers in to many pockets."
"No not Riddle, from Charlie. He's going to kill me." The red head banged his head on the table. "I don't want to be there when he sees his bike. Wait what was I thinking? No I want you to lock me away, I'll be safer behind bars." Ron seemed to honestly believe that his brother was going to get him. He really sounded scared.
Harry laughed. "Sure thing, Weasley."
Ron instantly began trying to take back his words. Harry grinned deciding to let him sweat it out in a cell over night.
Ron let out a sigh of relief when Harry and Hermione took him to the over night cell, that was typically reversed for Dung the local drunk.
"This is nice." Ron flopped down on the cell bed. Harry frowned, wondering if Ronald Weasley had heard the part about Riddle. Hermione gave Harry a questioning look. He shrugged, locking up the door. They turned around heading off for the night.
Harry went off to the left and Hermione started heading to the right. Suddenly she realised she had left her diary in the cruiser. She slapped her hand to her head, how could she of been so stupid? She dashed back around towards the garage. She went to the back of the shed to the locked cabinet that held the keys to the car. She grabbed her key to the cabinet out of her pocket. She unlocked it, grabbing the key. She laughed thinking how silly she had been. Normally she would never forget anything, let alone her diary. The light flickered, she froze for a second, turning cautiously. Hermione frowned for a moment searching the dark garage. She sighed, nothing. She moved over to the car getting the diary. There was a low creak behind her, Hermione jumped up smashing her head on the roof of her car.
"Ouch." This really wasn't her night. She looked around seeing nothing again. Clearly Loony Luna had rubbing off on her. She giggled walking back, putting the keys in the cabinet. She froze solid, that was defiantly a shuffle of feet. She turned letting out a god awful scream as a spanner smashed into the side of her head.
Harry hadn't gotten very far from work he had ran into Dung. Harry took a look at the goods he was marketing, noticing several reported items. He was off the clock, but he couldn't just couldn't let Dung walk. He took Dung in.
"Why Dung? Off all things to steal, why would pick copper pots?" Dung opened his mouth but Harry quickly put his hand. " Actually I think I would rather not know. You have a cell mate tonight." Harry unlocked the cell. He paused staring in. Dung stuck his head under Harry's arm.
"You seem to be short a cell mate, and a back wall. Did you know?"
then he heard the scream. Harry began to run towards the garage, his heart pounding in his chest. He pulled out a his gun, kicking open the door. Hermione was out cold on the floor. He moved towards her when something hard struck the back of his head. The pain seared through him. He fell to the floor, everything was a blurry, two red blobs moved closer to him as his eyelids fluttered and closed.
Harry woke up bounded to a chair. Hermione was next to him, still out of it. Harry frowned seeing a chains connected to the wooden legs beneath him. He frowned trailing them with his eyes. His eyes widened finding the other end tied around the ends of two motorbikes. The engines revved as Harry's stomach churned unnaturally. He couldn't scream, his mouth duck-taped.
"Wait!" Harry's head turned towards the voice. It was none other then Ronald Weasley, who they thought was locked up until they found the wall had run away too.
"Potter offered us a deal. Clear our records, let us go for a small favour." Ron began pleading with his brothers.
The pair paused. Harry knew these two were the twins, known for torture and mayhem. They had escaped every single time they had been caught, once they even stole the police cruiser and burn it out. They were bad to the bone, trouble like on other.
"Maybe we should take them to Pa?" Freddie asked George. Or maybe George asked Fred, it was hard to tell them apart. The other one nodded.
Harry let out a breath he didn't realise he had been holding. They might lead him to the Burrow. It was a known hiding place for the gang Burning tires but the location was untraceable so far. The two moved up to Harry. They smirked, equally as terrifying.
"You didn't think we'd show you the way did you?" George raised a single eyebrow. Fred put a blind fold around his eyes. "Nighty, nighty."
Harry felt the thud before he blackout for the second time.
"Fancy that, the bad boy had a thing for the good girl."
"Shut your mouth Fred." Ron snapped.
"Yeah Fred, at least he has gotten over his thing for Bill's girl." George reasoned.
Harry groaned opening his eyes, finding six read heads looking at him. He quickly studied the room, it was an open living area. They were positioned around a stained dining table. The place seemed quite cosy but had a dark damp feeling in the air. Harry wondered if they were in fact underground. It was cramped with furniture and a pleasant sent of freshly baked food. Harry loved the smell of cooking, he and Neville never cooked, it was only when he went to Luna's did he ever smell such a warming scent. He turned to the Weasley's all staring at him. He looked at them closely.
There was Percy in the glasses, he was the organiser. He knew the law better then Harry did but more importantly, he knew how to cheat it. The twins known as the beaters, due to their actions towards their fellow man. They were also the tricksters. Together they had escaped over twenty times. Then there was Molly Weasley, the mother of the herd. She was possible scary then the boys. There wasn't a lot in the files about her but Harry had seen her in action a couple of times. Lastly there was Arthur Weasley. He had the typical ginger bikie beard and slight beer gut. His helmet covered his bolding head and the wrinkles etched cross his forehead.
"Ah good, one of them has finally decided to get up." Fred clapped his hands together.
"About this deal of yours, Ron has gone over the basics but we will need a written signed agreement before we agree to help you on your death mission." One with glasses, Percy, looked pointedly down his noses at Harry. Harry's eyes flicked onto Ron's face, a growing bruise around his eye.
"How do we know you won't double cross us?" Harry's head swivelled around noticing Hermione blinking rapidly, only just waking up.
"Because, I said this family is going straight. Clean start." Snarled Molly looking hard at her boys. They gulped and nodded.
Percy handed across a contract he had written up himself as the door to the left swung open. The rest of the family came in sitting around the dinning table. Harry stared at Bill, it was hard not too. Bill had been the charmer back in his day but after a particular vicious bar fight with a rival gang the Werewolves, his face had been extremely disfigured. They say he charmed his way out of jail time for his famous robbery of Gringotts bank.
But his fame was second to his brother Charlie. Charlie was in honesty the loner of the group. He was all about the speed of the machine and the ride, nothing else mattered to him. That of course, wasn't why he was famous. He was known as the Dragon Wrangler. He was the one to kill the Dragon. Charlie Weasley had taken out the meanest toughest man in London with a single blow. That was something never seen before and possible never again. People still talked about it today in hushed whispers, Charlie was like a god.
Harry signed the piece of paper, noticing the youngest and only girl. Ginny Weasley, the fiery red head in overalls, their mechanic. She was smart but had one hell off a temper. He sighed. What had he gotten himself into? Harry looked at his name on the paper, the final commitment to entering the darker world. He just hoped he was really ready.
