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It was dimly lit in the tent Montague walked out of throwing the canteen at Harry.
Harry caught it grimacing he looking down at it light in his hands, "That was fast."
Nott behind Montague rolled his eyes and sneered, "Forcing someone to drink is child's play, how about you call us when you want something really challenging done?"
Harry stared wide-eyed at Montague, who tried to suppress the smirk that pulled at his lips. Did Potter just realize who he's fucking with, Montague thought staring at the younger man disgust never leaving his face.
"Are we done your majesty," Warrington asked glaring at Hermione whom came walking towards them.
Harry a bit intimidated by the tension radiating off of the group said, "Actually, I was hoping that you could stay since Snape and Draco are unable to attend."
Warrington huffed angrily, "Really?"
Harry nodded stating, "At least two of you need to stay."
Hermione whom had come to stand annoyingly close eyed them. Walking in on the tail end of the conversation she asked, "Who's staying?"
Her eyes laid on Montague for a little longer than necessary, he returned the look until she felt uncomfortable and blushed looking away. Nott noticing rolled his eyes again stating, "I think Montague and I will be staying, seeing as Warrington is antsy to get his morning fuck in."
Warrington sighed happy that he was being let off the hook. Hermione looked back at them disgusted, "Is your vulgarity really necessary?"
Montague raised an eyebrow stating, "Says the girl who just eye fucked me."
Hermione blinked a couple times turning red, she was about to say something when Harry cut in stating, "Enough, Montague and Nott stay. We need to get this over with."
Warrington smirked and said in a song like voice said, "See you poor sods later, I'm going to get me daily dose."
Montague and Nott rolled their eyes as Warrington walked off, and the rest of the gryfindork team came upon them.
They all filed into the poorly lit tent, and took their seats. There was an individual bound to a chair sitting in the middle of the tent with a blindfold over their eye region. Fred stared at the blindfolded person he couldn't help but think that she looked familiar. Not familiar in an I've seen her in passing, or just another person in my camp familiar. She looked like he encountered this person on an everyday bases.
"Can you hear me?" Harry asked to the girl bound to the chair.
"Yes," she chocked out, afraid as to what was going on. She was sure that the voice belonged to Harry Potter.
Fred knew that voice too well, he looked at Harry appalled, "What the bloody hell is going on?"
Harry looked down the table at Fred he sighed stating, "We're sorry Fred, but this needs to be done."
Samantha looked about, she had just heard Fred's voice. What was going on, why was she being treated like a prisoner she thought calling out, "Fred is that you, what's going on?"
Harry looking down at the paper in front of him asking, "Did you go to the camp under Oliver Wood's supervision the night of the death eater attack?"
Samantha surprised by the question struggled to keep the words that were slipping out of her mouth on their own accord in. She lost to the battle, "I did" coming out.
Everyone exchanged looks and Fred stared at her in shock.
"What were you doing there exactly?"
"I went to talk to Angelina," Samantha said hanging her head.
Everyone seemed confused and Hermione asked, "Why did you want to go to talk to Angelina?"
Samantha not trying to hold the words in said with disgust, "Because she was a bloody pest. Fred would sometimes moan her name is sleep, or call me her. He would worry and pace when she went off on missions. He would see her and not tell me he had seen her. So I went looking for her to tell her to stay away from Fred, because he's mine."
Everyone sat shocked, never had they imagined something like this. Harry asked wide-eyed, "Did you speak with Angelina that day?"
She shook her head no, anger seeping through her voice, "No, we didn't talk, she was away with Oliver doing patrol when I was there. I had to leave before she got back."
Hermione's voice cracked a little under the strain of her emotions, "Did you know that you were being followed that day?"
Samantha bit her lip to try and keep her secrete in, but "Yes," spilled out of her mouth.
Hermione proceeded unsure of if she wanted to hear the answer, "Did you intentionally lead death eaters to Oliver's camp?"
Samantha said with defeat, "Yes,"
Fred shook his head, "How could you?"
Samantha began to cry through her tears they heard, "because you loved her more than you could ever love me. I hated it, I hated her and that she was so deeply rooted in your heart. I had to do something to about it, I had to do something."
Fred sickened and angered yelled, "So you lead death eaters to a camp full of fifty people. Did you know what could have happened?"
The tears stopped and with a sneer on her face she said, "Yes, and I hoped they would kill her."
Hot tears threatened to break from his eyes; he felt so disgusted, "Your sick."
Samantha laughed at his words yelling, "No, I just love you Fred, and I want to be the only person in your heart."
Hermione interrupted tears falling down her own face, "Did you or did you not disable the alarm system?"
Samantha sniffed, "Yes, I did."
"I can't take this, I'm leaving," Fred said with a shaky voice as he stood up from his seat.
George grabbed his arm and with pleading eyes said, "Sit down Fred, you'll regret it if you don't."
Fred sat back down then Hermione proceeded wiping at her never-ending tears. She asked her voice shaking, "When did you find out that Angelina was missing?"
Samantha spewed with a distort face, " About two weeks ago when I spiked Fred's pumpkin juice. He was cold and distant and I didn't know why. I figured that something had happened to the bitch, but he wouldn't tell me. He wouldn't tell me anything, I had no other choice."
Harry rubbing Hermione's back trying to keep his anger in check he asked, "What did you do when you found out that she was missing?"
Samantha smiled and said in a laughing voice, "I made up some fake wanted posters and scattered them through out the woods using the photo she had given Fred."
Harry with shaky hands took a bits of parchment and passed them down the table. Ron had wrapped his arm around Hermione to comfort her took the parchment. Hermione gasped covering her mouth, she looking away burying her face in Ron's shirt. She couldn't believe that this had really happened. George took the parchment with shaky hands as well; he looked down at the picture of Angelina in her school robes smiling up at him, he reluctantly handed the parchment off to Fred.
The parchment seemed to burn in his hands; he couldn't bring himself to look at it. He knew that picture so well; it had been his keepsake for so many years. He couldn't look down at her smiling face knowing that this was entirely his fault. He had brought this upon her with his silly childish ways.
Lee took the parchment out of Fred's hands, as Fred handed it to him without looking at it. Lee handed it to Nevil whom turned it over placing it face down on the table. He and Lee didn't need to look at the parchment; they had suffered enough shock when they had found them.
Hermione sickened and angry yelled, "Was the attack not enough?"
Samantha felt as though she was the victim. Angelina had stolen the heart of the man she loved, "You have no idea how painful it is to hold the person you love and cherish while they call out another woman's name. Nothing could be enough, nothing." she yelled out angry.
Harry's voice trembling with anger asked, "Are you at least remorseful?"
Samantha in a clear voice with a smile on her face said, "No I'm not and if I could I'd do it over I would, but I would make sure that she was killed."
Harry folding his hands said in a stern voice, "Then Samantha Fielding we have no choice but to prosecute you guilty of espionage, reckless endangerment, attempted murder and conspiring with Death Eaters. Do you all agree?"
Everyone managed to chock out a yes.
Harry continued, "We acknowledge that there is a war going on , so we will not just leave you. You will be partially obliviated and locked away in a safe house on phoenix island. When order is restored to the ministry Angelina will hold the right to have you punished for your war crimes. Hermione please move forward."
Hermione stood and walked around the table to stand in front of the woman. Harry asked, "Any last words you would like to say?"
Samantha said tears running down her face and sniffling, "I did nothing wrong. I just wanted all of your heart Fred and she was in the way of that! She was always in the way!"
Fred shook his head, he was sure he'd be sick and George touched his shoulder trying to comfort him.
Hermione performed the spells that she needed to perform. Then she took a needle out of her pocket filled with potion and stuck it into Samantha's arm. Samantha passed out, and Hermione turned to Harry, "We're done."
Fred couldn't move he put his head into his hands. What had he done? Angelina his poor Angel. Montague saw this as his opportunity to leave and started walking towards the tent folds. Harry rubbing his face said, " Please take flyer and ask around please, it would really be helpful."
Nevil with a shaky hand held them out towards Montague whom took them and walked out of the tent in time to miss Fred crying.
Mooney was standing outside the tent as usual and escorted Nott and Montague towards the apparition ward.
Nott whistled, "Gees can you believe that girl stitched Johnson up like that."
Montague sighed rolling his shoulders trying to shake of some of the tension in his body. "I'm not surprised," he stated trying to release his muscles.
Nott scratched his chin confused he said, "I don't know what it is about those Weasel boys that makes girls go crazy."
Montague made a disgusted face stating, "They can keep those types birds for themselves."
Nott chuckled stating, "Come on you have to admit you're a bit jealous. What man doesn't want a crazy girl feening for him?"
Montague still with distaste on his face replied, "That's the kind of crazy you don't want mate."
Nott sighed stating, "You're probably right, that type of crazy would cut your dick off in the middle of the night."
Montague couldn't help the chuckle that escaped his mouth.
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Hahahahaha… I love Nott
