Disclaimer: Harry potter belongs top J.K Rowling, and only the charecters Treeder, Robin and Felix are mine ~ Robin Sl8r

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Chapter 4

Robin didn't quite know what to think. His brother was out to get him, for reasons unknown to himself, Hermione Granger was driving him crazy in both good ways and bad ways, and he didn't know where the toilet was located in the burrow. He eventually found it, not before nearly wetting himself thanks to the Weasley's ghost.

"Y'right, Robby?" George asked as he came up behind Robin at breakfast, "You look funny."

"Thanks," Robin snarled and bit into his toast. Hermione was giving him filthy looks from across the table. He just ignored them, thinking he would go home early. Maybe sometime in the week, or he could go to the twins flat above the joke shop? He couldn't go home for sure. Robin bit into his toast again.

And that was when there was a loud, low, rumbling sound from the top of the house. It creaked furiously in the attic as if the house was going to shake and tremor until it fell down.

"What's going on?" Ginny asked, looking up at the ceiling, "Mum?"

Molly Weasley dropped the dishes in the sink and called for her husband, "Arthur! ... Ginny, dear, it's probably nothing, it's only the ghost-"

Phhhfffttt

A hissing sound erupted and all eyes shot to the ceiling.

"Bugger." Robin muttered, lowering his breath as unmistakable roar of fire erupted.

"Everyone out!" Mrs Weasley sheparded the majority of the family (plus Robin and Hermione) outside, "Arthur!"

Arthur clattered down the stairs, batting at his flaming hair with his hands.

George panicked, "Where's Freddie? Fred!"

"Has anyone seen Fred?" Robin asked, a lump rising in his throat as the smoke crackled down and swept into the kitchen. The upstairs were in flames.

Suddenly, a loud yowl came from the sky. Everyone looked up to see Scabior and several other snatchers, hidden behind cloths or hats, flying broomsticks and casting inferno spells. Robin squinted to see that dangling from the underside of his broom was a flailing Fred, waving his arms desperately.

"This is all your fault, Robin!" Ron hissed, charging over to thump Robin hard in the chest with his fists.

"Oooh, are you going to let him do that, Robby?" Scabior teased, throwing a Cruciatus Curse towards his younger sibling. Robin staggered to the floor at once in unbelievable pain. It felt as if his heart had been sawn in two with a blunt, rusted knife. Everything hurt from his scalp to his toenails. His eyes burned and stung and watered furiously.

The Weasleys stood their, unable to touch Robin as he shook on the floor, screaming in agony. Ron refused to even look at him, and George was fixated on his brother in the sky.

Eventually the curse drew to a stop and Robin staggered to his feet.

"Let him go," Robin ordered, pointing with shaky fingers towards Fred, who looked as if he would pass out, "Let him go NOW, Scabior."

Scabior grinned wickedly, "Sure thing, Robby."

He released his grip on Fred at once, sending him plummeting to the floor with a heart-stopping crunch. George rushed to his side, helping his twin sit up. He didn't look too hurt and waved reassuringly at Robin, before slumping onto the grace and sighing heavily.

"And who's this then...?" Scabior said lowly, stooping down on his broom so that he was eye level with Hermione, "I thought I recognized you... Hello, beautiful."

He reached out to touch her face when Robin threw a rock at his head. It missed, but it was enough to get his attention.

"Felix!" Scabior whisteled to one of the younger snatchers, "Keep ol' Robbie here calm, and the rest of you, get the other maky weasels rounded up... Blood traitors, I believe?"

Robin turned to face Felix, "Don't you dare, Felix..." He warned as the snatcher, about Robin's age or possibly younger, approached him, "No, come on mate, I thought we were – we were mates!"

Felix looked at him with dead eyes before muttering, "Sorry." He shyly took his wand from his pocket and cast a binding spell on Robin. The same was done with the Weasleys.

Scabior turned his attention back to Hermione, who had gone a deathly shade of pale. She looked like she would pass out.

"Don't touch her!" Ron shouted, leaning against his restraints as Scabior placed his palm against Hermione's face. Robin's insides curled up as Scabior turned to his brother, smirked, and the grabbed Hermione by the hair.

"Little mudblood," He whispered into her neck, "Do you know who he is... Do you know what he is?"

"Scabior, I swear to God, if you so much as touch her...!" Robin growled angrily.

"Felix," Scabior ordered with raised eyebrows, "Take care of my little brother, will you?"

"Yes sir." Felix nodded, head down as he hoisted Robin up and escorted him into the nearby forest. Robin struggled and struggled, anything to stop Felix, but it was hopeless. He turned and looked with sad eyes towards the Weasleys – Fred had a black eye from one of the snatchers, Galio, Robin guessed (Galio had a violent streak and would beat anyone up, as Robin had experienced first hand many times) and Hermione. There was a flash of white light and a loud crack as they apperated out of the Burrow yard.

Felix shoved Robin to the ground and took a few paces backwards, taking his wand out again and pointing it at Robin.

"Felix," Robin whimpered with pleading eyes, "Please, don't."

Felix closed his eyes and drew the wand back a bit, "Sorry, Rob."

Then he muttered a curse and Robin's world went silent.