Fred's POV
I woke up the next morning with a throbbing head ache and a need to save Hermione. My alarm clock indicated 7.30 but according to the sound everyone seemed wide awake so I made my way downstairs. All the family was gathered around the kitchen table, looking at some sort of map. To my surprise it was the map George and I had invented for our shop. However, I didn't understand what they were doing with it. The map was designed to show the house you were standing in and tell you where to drop dung bombs. I looked around the table and I saw Remus on the other side with George. I made my way towards them, and only then did the rest of the family realise I was there. Naturally, mum bustled over me trying to feed me some potions of all sorts. The rest acknowledged me with a nod of their head, which was very unlike my normally hyperactive family. Apart from George, who gave me a brotherly hug.
"This, Fred, is our map as you might have noticed." George said.
"However, we did some slight arrangements to it" This time Lupin had spoken "we will use it as a Marauder's map after I finish casting the spells."
So that was their plan, to turn this into a Marauder's map and find Hermione in the manor with it. They quickly explained the rest of the plan and Lupin finished casting the spells. We all had a heavy breakfast and we got ready. Everyone was coming for this rescue mission.
Strangely, I felt calm. For all I knew she could be dead. At the simple thought, my hands balled into fists and I tried to keep the tears at bay. However, one escaped and George saw it before I had time to brush it away angrily.
"It'll be okay Freddie. Hermione's a strong woman, I'm sure we'll get her out safely."
As he said that I knew it was true. Everything was going to be alright. Everything had to be alright. The first part of the plan was about to begin. Dad went outside and came back in with Snape. He was going to get us in and out of the manor safely. We all got ready to apparated when Harry turned to me and gave me a cloak. The cloak!
"It's yours! I can't take it!" I screamed out.
"You need it more than I do right now" was all I got as a reply before we apparated.
Hermione's POV
"No!" I screamed with all my force.
"Tell me where Harry Potter is or I'll do it again. His cruel voice hissed.
"I'd rather go insane than tell you." And with that the excruciating pain started again. My bones were on fire and the scar on my collarbone was screaming.
It was the hundredth time that he used the cruciatus curse on me and he still hadn't gotten any answers. So once again he gave up, kicked me in the ribs and said something about coming back later. The invisible ropes still tied me to the floor and I couldn't move. But I was still conscious. I heard footsteps hurrying past the door. Then people running. Something was going on, and it wasn't something good for the death eaters. I concentrated hard, what could make the death eaters panic? The order of the phoenix maybe but they wouldn't have everyone hurrying to the front door. According to my senses, the front door was to my right and the house must have been quite big according to the number of people who lived in it.
The pain in my bones still hadn't stopped and it became hard to stay focused. Then someone appeared at my side and dragged me to another place. If this really was a rescue mission, it would take them some time to find me.
