It was dark in the dungeon. Fred could barely see his twin sitting in front of him.

"They really fooled us didn't they?"

"I guess."

Fred sensed a little shiver in his brothers voice.

"You're okay?"

"Yeah…hit my head against something at the wedding, starts to sting a bit…"

Fred didn't know what to say. So many had happened in so little time…

"What was that?" George asked.

"What was what?"

"Listen, there's something or someone in that corner."

Fred could vaguely see George's finger pointing to the left corner . And now he could hear it to. Something slowly came towards them.

"Who's there?" He asked.

He'd wish his voice didn't shake so much.

"I could ask the same question young man."

Fred and George looked at each other. They recognized that voice, but that was years ago.

"Mister Olivander?" George asked.

"Indeed and you…" Mister Olivander said when he came into their sight. "Are the Weasley twins, aren't you?"

George took a pitiful face when he saw mister Olivander's face. It was full with cuts and it was clear that the old man had suffered a lot in a short period of time. The old man carefully sat between the twins and put down a small candle he was holding.

"There, that's better don't you think?"

"Thank you sir."

"Now how did you two obviously smart lads get here?"

"Well, not that smart sir." Fred said.

They both told mister Olivander how Bellatrix Lestrange tricked them.

"You're lying." Mister Olivander said when they had finished.

"What…no sir it's true, she tricked us by pretending to be a little girl." George said.

"No no, you said you two are not smart." Mister Olivander said pointing a shaky finger towards Fred. "But what I just heard has nothing to do with being smart or stupid." "This story tells me that you two have a good heart and that's worth a lot more then cleverness."

"Didn't do us much good, that's for sure." Fred sighed.

"Why are you here sir?" George asked.

"Oh for very dark reasons mister Weasley." Mister Olivander said.

His warm, sparkling eyes went cold and harsh.

"He Who Must Not Be Named carries a wish to find a very special wand…"

The last three words were almost whispers and the twins crawled a bit further towards the old wizard.

"What kind of wand?" George asked.

Mister Olivander looked around him as if he expected for Voldemort himself to appear any moment.

"Have you ever heard of The Elder Wand?"

"The Elder what?" Fred asked.

At that moment the door opened and Peter Pettigrew came in. He walked towards the three men.

"The Dark Lord wishes to see you." He said looking at Olivander.

Olivander stood up and made a little bow.

"It was nice meeting you."

The old wizard vanished behind the door with Pettigrew closing the door. Now it was just the two of them and the little flame giving them the bit of light to see each other's worried face.