Hi! Sorry about the long wait, I had a very bad procrastination bug even though I knew what I wanted to write. Well at one point I was sick but I'm not going to blame it on me being sick. Thanks for those who reviewed, favorite, and followed! Please leave a review and favorite! Farewell and Enjoy!

-Let there be midnight

Me No Own Hogwarts

Hold Me Tight

Growing Hope, Only To See It Crushed

Ronnie sat huddled in between the twins with Fred's red shirt hanging off of his frame. Fred had given it to him shortly after he had awakened in the cell after the man had taken him away from his two older brothers, Fred thinking that if they at least don't see the wounds covering him, then they're not there at all. Ronnie felt different towards the idea since he had the wounds throbbing in pain underneath Fred's red shirt, but he didn't want to voice the pain, he felt as if it was the least of the problems at hand.

"Fred…" Ronnie spoke silently; his voice echoing in the large cell and making him squeeze tighter against himself despite the pain it put him through. "When will we get out of here?" he asked, watching as his bare toes played with each other, the only amusement he had. There was slight movement to Ronnie's right where Fred was, obviously uncomfortable with the question handed to him.

"Soon Ronnie, I promise." Fred replied, glancing out the corner of his eyes to the smaller red haired child. Ronnie didn't look up but continued to look at his playing toes.

"Really? Do you think mummy would've notice that we're gone by now? We must've missed lunch, right?" Ronnie asked curiously, tilting his head a bit to the side and falling a bit on George who almost flinched back at the touch, thinking it was something entirely else, then leaned a bit into Ronnie, too, for his own comfort. Fred swallowed a big lump in his throat as his thumbs unconsciously started to fiddle with each other.

He had thought about it for a while now, mum noticing that they were gone. Even though there was seven of them, Molly Weasley had a knack for knowing when something was wrong with one of her children by her motherly senses or just that grandfather clock that they owned, though most of the time it was her motherly senses. She was bound to also notice their disappearance when she sent one of their siblings out to look for them to bring them back to lunch and they would notice that they weren't there anymore. Then there was the negative side that ate away at Fred's thoughts and tried to destroy the hope he was trying to keep up. It kept telling him that she wouldn't even notice that they were gone until it was too late, and the thought set his stomach in turmoil just thinking about it.

But just for Ronnie's sake, and George's, he wouldn't tell them his negative thoughts and would instead tell them the one that he knew they wanted to hear.

"I'm sure she has noticed by now. I bet she even has dad coming home right now with some Auror's on his heels. They'll probably find us in no time." Fred reassured in what he hoped was a calming voice. This time both Ronnie and George looked up at him; causing him to look at them from the movement they caused doing so.

"Really?" George asked hopefully. Fred nodded; hoping that what he said was so very true, especially when he looked down to see the strong hope and trust shinning in Ronnie's blue eyes.

"Yup!" he kept on, feeling the helplessness leaving him the longer they carried on with the conversation. He even felt a small smile of mischievousness slip onto his face as he straightened his back a bit, Ronnie and George following his every movement with their eyes. "But we can't let them do all the work, now can we?" he asked, Ronnie nodding his head and a spark of understanding coming to George's eyes. "We have to help, and the best way to do that is somehow find a way out of here." He stood up, and as if to make his point, started to scan the moldy stone walls with his eyes to find a place that might have an escape route to freedom. George stood up too, ready to help his twin with everything he had, holding out a hand to Ronnie when he saw the other was struggling to stand up and let the younger red head lean heavily against him knowing that he wouldn't do so well supporting himself.

"Do you think we'll find a way out before they come back?" Ronnie asked, gaining Fred's attention so he now looked at him. Fred smiled even wider, causing Ronnie to smile back from where he leaned heavily against George who also couldn't help but smile a bit.

"They wouldn't even know that we were here!" but Fred had spoken way too soon since once the words were out of his mouth, the cell's door flew open and a man the three children had never seen before stepped in.

He was big and burly with weird necklaces draped all over his body, ranging from tongues to frogs and from frogs to what looked to be human bones.

Ronnie gasped in fright and instantly clung onto George who shielded him with his body. George had tightened his grip on his younger brother when he saw another man come in, but he was far slimmer than the first and very tall, he also looked to be far more civilized seeing as he didn't have weird necklaces draped all over him.

The two glanced around the room until their eyes met Fred and George, stopping at the two as the both tried to shield Ronnie the best they could with their own bodies, but it didn't seem to be Ronnie who they were after.

Both men moved forward and grabbed each twin roughly by the arms and yanked them forward, causing them to call out in protest and Ronnie to fall painfully to the floor at the loss of support.

"Ronnie!" George called as he heard his brother gasp out in pain, and then quickly turned his worry to getting out of the grip the man had him in, only to be swung over his shoulder, the other man doing the same with Fred.

"Fred! George!" Ronnie immediately yelled out through his pain, a hand out as if to grab his two older brothers, Fred and George doing the same as the struggled to get out of the men's tight grip.

"Ronnie!" the door was slammed shut behind them after Fed's shout, making a loud ringing sound go on throughout the room.

Tears suddenly fled to Ronnie's eyes and fell over onto his cheeks as he let his hand fall with a small slap onto the ground, sobs raking his body as his vision was blurred over with tears.

"Fred… George…" he whimpered, voice cracking. "Please don't leave me alone…"

"Molly!" Arthur Weasley had shouted upon his arrival at the barrow via floo network with two Auror's coming in right behind him.

Molly was sobbing uncontrollably on the couch with Ginny and Charlie trying their best to sooth their mother and Bill and Percy standing off to the side with worry very evident in their eyes. Molly started at the voice of her husband and stood up with her red and puffy face, running to seek comfort in her husband's arms who gladly gave it to her.

"I-I-I-it's F-F-Fred a-a-a-and G-G-G-G—" she was unable to continue with the sentence as she broke down crying. Arthur looked over towards Bill, his oldest son, for some help.

"Mum told me and Charlie to go out and find Ronnie and the twins, but all we found was Ronnie's shirt and shoes by the pond." he explained. "Then Ginny found that their hands on the clock were pointing to mortal peril and we haven't been able to find them." he finished, Arthur nodding as he moved his wife back to the couch and begin to sooth her.

"It's alright Molly, we'll find them before any real harm comes to them." he cooed, rubbing her back as she nodded against his chest. "This is Daniel Clodderik and Peter Hofter, Auror's here to help find them." he added as the dark tanned Auror stepped forward with his hands politely held in front of him.

"Mrs. Weasley, we will do everything in our power to find your sons before they are harmed in any kind of way." the lanky Auror promised with a small bow. Molly nodded her thanks when she was unable to verbalize it because of her sobbing.

The sickly pale Auror then turned to Bill with his copper French mustache bouncing as he did and spoke in a very small, squeaky, pompous manner.

"And where did you say you saw the young Ronald's clothing?" he asked.

"By the pond." Bill replied with gesture towards said clothing on the kitchen table. The pale Auror—Peter—walked towards it and picked up the shirt daintily in his hands, inspecting it with a quiver of his mustache and a small hum as he then folded it back up and placed it where it was on the table.

"Now can you please lead us to the pond where your brothers were last seen." he asked Bill who gave a small nod. Bill looked over to his dad who nodded and began to lead Peter and Daniel out of the house stiffly, the bad feeling in his stomach growing with each step.