Chapter 29: The Holdup

Harry wrapped his arms around himself as he blinked. "No. No." Weber told them, and Harry might have fell asleep if not for the impending doom of Fred's portrait. "Look, you need to tell us, and we'll make it good for you." Draco proposed, leaning across the table. He might touch him if inched more, but he didn't. Weber was in a spell anyways. He couldn't move from his sitting position. Weber sneered at Draco's fake honest expression. "Nothing you got will be good enough." Harry thought if he wasn't spelled not to, he would spit in Draco's face. Harry made sure to glare at him.

Instead of him being scared, Weber just snorted and put his head in his palms. "I've got nothing to lose." He told the air. Draco rolled his eyes at Harry and Harry wondered if he should call in Hermione for this one. He obviously wasn't budging. They needed a new plan. "Look. How about I throw in less jail time." Draco said, closing his fist. Harry inwardly sighed. Weber was too cowardly to care about that, he wanted to be free of his bosses coming after him if he snitched. "If you tell us... we'll let the people in Germany do what they want with you." Harry told him. Draco gave him a weird look.

Harry tried to give him a look that said, trust me. Draco nodded, and Harry continued on. "If you want to get away without anyone finding out... then tell us before anyone else catches on." Harry explained. Weber brooded before answering. "I want a different cell. More padding too." He asked, nervously. He fidgeted in the chair. Draco winked at Harry. "Well, tell us then." He then explained that not only was the Smith family responsible, but they had wanted revenge for their messed up reputation by Draco and Harry. It clicked into Harry's head. He and that other kid made their lives hell, and now their families.

"Why would they do that to us?" Harry wondered aloud. Draco shushed him and continued on. "And they wanted to take Fred... why?" Draco asked, trying to get a motive out of him. "Because he was the easiest to get. I don't know, alright? I was just the one who got paid." Harry believed him. But he couldn't see how a portrait was the easiest thing to get. Draco echoed his thoughts. Weber held his hands up. "Look man, I got in there easy enough. They just told me what to do." Harry and Draco exchanged another look. "A rat." Harry nodded at Draco's conclusion. "Looks like it." Weber scoffed. "I'm still here you know."

Draco rolled his eyes at him. "We still need a official claim from you." Draco pushed over the paper to him. Weber looked at it, unable to do anything. Harry held in the urge to laugh, not sure whether he should sigh in relief or cry from the idiocy. "Where is Fred now?" Draco asked Weber. "How should I know? I gave it to them a long time ago. They've got it rotting away somewhere now." Harry felt his heart beat loudly. He couldn't believe this... It wasn't right to keep him like that, even if he was already dead. He couldn't imagine how the Weasley's might feel about it. Draco shook his head.

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Draco smirked at Hermione, who had been explaining afterwards the Aurors had came in and replaced them. "Stop smirking!" Hermione yelled at him, and Harry laughed before he could stop himself. Draco felt his heart swell from his boyfriend laughing. "Ugh. You two. Can't even bring up something serious." Hermione snapped. "Okay. Sorry. Continue?" Hermione had been trying to convince them they would have been better off with her in the room. Draco, however, could never admit to something like that. Hermione shook her head. "I was just saying how he's getting moved. Just like you told him."

Draco nodded. "What about the Weasley's?" Harry asked. Hermione sighed. "They're pretty upset." The unspeakables were already on the lookout, but Draco couldn't be too hopeful. It was all too certain they had him in a place where magic couldn't be tracked. And if that was so, it might take days to find the portrait. If he wasn't being eaten by rats. Draco shivered. "Don't think like that." Harry told him, sensing his bad thoughts. "How can you even tell what he's thinking?" Hermione asked Harry. "I can tell. He's always doing that lip bite thing." Harry laughed, even though this was the opposite of such a funny situation.

"Don't laugh!" Draco told him. "And I don't do that. Shut your mouth." Draco reprimanded him. Hermione rolled her eyes. "Will you two stop quarreling?" Draco shook his head. "I don't think we can." Harry said in response. Owls started coming and surrounding Harry. "How even...?" Hermione asked in wonder. "Certain Owls, if they know you, can track your signature." Draco explained for her. Harry looked just as dubious. He opened the mail from the owl, which was from a stern Percy. "Oh." Harry blinked in recognition. He continued to open them, all from the Weasley family.

"You should get to that." Hermione even got a few of her own, yet they were less sternly regarded. Draco guessed they had all heard from Hermione about how they had got into the room by the chief's permission. And they knew Harry was their best chance of finding him. "Anything from George?" Draco asked, lightly. "No." Hermione and Harry both said. "Molly says he's holed up in his shop again. Won't come out." Hermione told him, with a thin-lipped expression. Draco guessed they weren't too happy about that. "I guess we're going to have to check in on him again?" Draco asked Harry.

"Definitely." Harry nodded. "Should we do anything else?" Harry asked, sarcastically, to Hermione. Hermione looked up hopefully. "Get me a cappuchino?" She asked. Draco rolled his eyes. "Don't you have Ron for that?" He asked tersely. "He's with the Aurors. Get him a green tea, he doesn't need the extra fat." Harry laughed. Draco rolled his eyes. "You're coming with me, Potter." Harry gaped at him. "I'd rather be with the Aurors." Harry pleaded. Draco scoffed. "No way. Not if I'm going to be doing chores all the time." Draco told him. Harry whimpered as they apparated away, to the cafe.