Hi! Yay! So I did succeed on making this chapter longer than last like I said so that really makes me happy and I know it probably makes you guys happy too! And what's this? The kidnappers are finally showing up? *gasp* whatever could their plan be?! Well, you'll all have to figure out by reading more I guess! I hope you enjoy and please leave a review, favorite, and follow! Farewell and Enjoy!

-Let there be midnight

Me No Own Hogwarts


Hold Me Tight

Fever

"Do you think they're enough?" a deep voice asked, his face covered in shadows by the hood of the dark cloak he wore. Three others stood in a circle before him, their faces similarly masked in shadows.

"They should be, they're pure-bloods." Another voice pointed out, his sounding a bit raspy. "We need pure-bloods for this to work, and the Weasley's are a pure-blooded family." he added.

"Yes, but wouldn't the three oldest work better? I know two of them are already attending Hogwarts and it would be easy to retrieve them since they are home for the summer. Their magic is the strongest out of all seven children because of the school." This voice sounded younger than the others, with a sense of intellect stronger than the other two.

"But that would mean their capture would've been harder. They would've fought back while the other five would be an easier target because of no magical training since they have yet reached the age of eleven to attend the school. Nevertheless, even though those three have no magical training they still have magic and that's enough, isn't it?" the first voice asked.

"We already have those three here, why are we discussing the act of taking the oldest three? We don't need them and by now they'll already be on their guard searching for them." a female voice put in coolly. "The three we have are good enough and they'll get us through and that's all we need." There was a warning tone in her voice telling the other three not to argue or discuss that matter anymore.

"Speaking of which, how are they holding out? Surely Harrison and Quinton are not treating them too roughly? It would hinder the plan." The third voice spoke.

"They are alive and that's good enough, Winter." the second voice spoke, Winter turning to look at him curiously.

"Is this so? Well, them being alive isn't just enough, you know, Fall. We need them to be able to withstand what is headed their way, and if they simply cannot then they will fail and die, and that will set are plans back." Winter said coldly, a hint of mocking in his voice.

"Harrison and Quinton are making sure they are able to withstand what we have planned. At the moment they are simply just testing out their pain tolerance and how long they can stand without food and sunlight. When they start weakening, they are going to slowly bring up their health once more only to start all over again and hopefully it will take longer for them to weaken and their bodies would have time to adapt so that would help the situation." the female voice said.

"How long is this planned to take, Summer? We only have just barely two months to get this plan in action and over with. What you are saying will take at least half a year or more to complete and we simply don't have that time." asked the first voice.

"Not long, mind you, Spring." Summer replied with a hint of amusement in her voice. "Each time Harrison and Quinton take one of them away, they're slipping a drug into their system that will make this process move a lot faster. At most this will take two weeks and their bodies will be prepared to move on to the next stage if we are lucky. Actually, as we are speaking I believe they have taken the youngest Weasley boy for a 'check-up'." she explained, a smile spreading on her darkened face. Spring grunted in responds but said no more and Summer then faced Winter. "I want you to go and check on Harrison and Quinton as they work on the young Weasley, and tell them to double the time of the 'check-up' and inject more of the drug within his body. I also have a feeling that those three will be trying something very soon so I want you to put this chip in the nape of his neck." she ordered, outstretching her hand to Winter, holding a small chip in her hand, Winter taking it with a nod of his head.

"And may I ask what this chip does?" he asked as he brought the chip to his shadowed face to inspect it.

"Oh, it just insures that they won't be trying anything for a second time."


"Fred, how long are they going to keep Ron?" George asked in concern as he looked at the twin in question. Fred shrugged, eyeing the dark door before him with furrowed eyebrows.

"I'm not sure…" he muttered, looking at George. "It does seem like they kept him longer then last time, doesn't it?" he said before eyeing the door again. "I just hope they aren't doing him too much pain." Fred added under his breath as he unconsciously shivered when he remembered his and George's time away from the cell.

He stood up.

"Anyway, we shouldn't be sitting here like waiting ducks, we have to find a way out of here before they kill us." he said as he moved to one of the stone walls and started running his hand across them, looking for a draft in one of the cracks. He remembered Charlie mentioning something about the outside can always be located in a room with no real exits if there was some type of a draft somewhere.

"What are you looking for?" George asked, standing up and moving to stand by his twin as Fred moved across the room trying to find a draft.

"A draft, look for one." Fred demanded, George giving him a small nod as he moved to the other side of the room and started running his hands across the wall in search for one.

Twenty minutes went by as both twins carefully and slowly searched for a draft, concentrating very hard to feel anything that could indicate one.

"Wait, Fred!" George suddenly shouted, stopping in his search as he turned to his startled looking twin who turned around to look at him in alarm. "I think I found one!" he added with a hint of glee in his voice, the door to the cell swinging open just a second letter and stopping all movements from the two as they turned their attention to the cell door. Ronnie was tossed in not a second later, the door swinging shut loudly right before Ronnie hit the ground with a small groan.

Immediately, the twins abandoned their search and ran towards their younger brother who struggled to keep his eyes open. His breathing was uneven and painful sounding and his condition look to be far worse than before.

"Ronnie!" Fred shouted as he leaned over the six-year-old, eyes wide in concern. Ronnie's eyes looked up at Fred and squinted a little, recognition coming a moment later.

"It burns…" he whispered in pain, lips trembling and red eyes watering for the hundred time that day. "It burns…" he whimpered again, breath hitching as tears rain down his already tear stained face. Instantly and cautiously, George reached out his hand and placed it on Ronnie's forehead, only to flinch and retract it just as it made contact with the heated surface.

"He's burning up Fred!" George said in panic as he looked at Fred with wide eyes, Fred's eyes widening even more if possible.

"What do we do?!" Fred asked, panicking himself now.

"I don't know! Mum is the one who deals with this type of stuff, not me!" George shouted, staring at Ronnie as he tried to figure out what to do. "And it's not like we have anything to help us out in the first place!" he added. Fred bit his lip as he stared down in concentration at Ronnie.

"He's running a fever…" he muttered, George looking up at him as if he was the dumbest thing on the planet.

"Well, duh, he is!" Fred shook his head, looking at George.

"Remember when Ginny had a fever three weeks ago?" he asked, George nodding and motioning for him to go on with his hands. "Well, mum had her covered in blankets just like a mummy even though Ginny was burning, mum saying that sweating was one way to get rid of a fever." Fred explained, realization crossing George's eyes.

"But we have no blankets." George pointed out, Fred's shoulders slumping as he came across the same realization his twin had just had.

"I know." he muttered, biting his bottom lip.

"Then what do you suppose we do?" George asked, coming down from his quick burst of panic. The cell was silent for a few moments, nothing but Ronnie's labored breathing and crying filling up the small space.

"I don't know." Fred mumbled. George looking at him in disbelief.

"Well, we have to do something! Ronnie has a pretty high fever and there's no telling what'll do to him." George pointed out. Suddenly, an idea came to Fred as he stood up and walked to the cell door, George looking at him in surprise and curiosity. "Oy, what're you doing?" he asked cautiously, eyeing Fred.

"What's it look like? I'm gunna call for help." he replied. George's eyes widened as he looked at Fred like he was the most stupid person on this earth for saying that, not understanding why he would do that.

"They're the ones who caused this though!" he pointed out, Fred shrugging in responds.

"Well, that's obvious, thanks for pointing that out Sherlock." Fred said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. "But it wouldn't hurt to try, you know." And with that, Fred raised both fists to the door and started to bang as loud as he could. "OY! WE NEED HELP! MY BROTHER'S GOT A REAL HIGH FEVER AND IT'S NOT LOOKING GOOD!" he shouted as loud as he could, banging his fist harder even though they hurt and sent a spike of pain running down his arm every time his fist connected with the door. "OY! DO YOU HEAR ME? I SAID MY—" Suddenly, the door swung open, knocking Fred to the ground with a painful thump. Both twins had to blink to adjust to the light streaming through as they looked at the figure standing in the doorway.

Once their eyes cleared they saw a young man in his twenties standing there. He had shaggy blonde hair that fell to his ears and looked like he never brushed it once in his life with intelligent bright blue eyes that resembled the sky in a way. On his left cheek a ragged scar showed ugly on his fair skin, coming from a little below his tear duct and ending at the far end of his jaw.

"You sure scream loud." the man commented as he looked at Fred, readjusting the dark cloak on his shoulders to a more comfortable position. "Ever considered being a bit quieter?" he asked with a slightly raised eyebrow. Fred glared at the man, but stood up, ignoring the spike of pain that went through his body as he did so.

"My brother has a fever." he told him icily. The man looked at Fred, slowly moving his gaze to George.

"He looks pretty fine to me, other than being a little ruffed up, if you know what I mean." he replied, George quickly flaring up in anger.

"Not me, you bloody idiot! Him!" George screamed, not caring if this was one of his kidnappers as he gestured down to Ronnie. The man gazed at Ronnie for a few seconds before slowly nodding.

"So it seems that he does have a fever, and a high one at that." he muttered to himself, eyes calculating. Fred nodded, crossing his arms.

"Well, he's certainty not frolicking in a field of daisies, now is he?" Fred spat, scowling up at him. The man ignored Fred and walked over to George and Ronnie, bending down and slipping his hands under Ronnie's neck and knees, scooping him up. Ronnie gave a groan of pain but otherwise didn't protest as the stranger started towards the door of the cell.

"Wait! Where are you going?!" George asked as he stood up. The man paused and looked back at him, raising his eyebrow.

"Your brother's sick, isn't he? What's it look like I'm doing? I'm taking him to our… 'Infirmary' you could say." And before either twin could say something or most likely kick the blondie in the shins, the door to the cell slammed shut and locked, once again leaving them inside and without Ronnie.