He stood in the doorway and watched as Harry slept on under the dark sheets. The doctor had put him on intravenous fluids because of how dehydrated he'd been. But that wasn't what bothered him… What bothered him was what had been discovered in the blood sample that had been taken from him… The toxin that had knocked him out was something that was used by vampires to subdue their victims. And that in connection with everything that had taken place in the last two days proved that all of this had been pre-planned.
But what he couldn't understand was why they'd simply knocked Harry out…They could have killed him if they'd wanted to, but they hadn't… Either they were underestimating Harry or Lord Voldemort had some other plans for him. Whatever the case… he just knew that Lord Voldemort was going to regret leaving him alive…
Harry stirred under the sheets and a soft groan escaped his lips. He wanted to step closer to the bed, but he didn't know how Harry was going to react upon waking up…
It took five minutes for Harry to be awake completely and he watched as he sat up straight and ripped the IV out of his arm. He looked the very picture of infernal wrath as he kicked away the sheets and roared out,
"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED, ANDREW?"
He repressed a sigh as he approached the bed…This was bound to be a nightmare. He didn't know how to tell him what had happened. How could he put the tragedy into words? He saw the thin stream of blood oozing from the spot where the IV needle had been yanked out from. Harry shouted,
"IF YOU STAY SILENT A MOMENT LONGER, I WILL SILENCE YOU FOR LIFE…IS THAT UNDERSTOOD, ANDREW?"
He cleared his throat and struggled to find the appropriate words. Harry lunged out of bed and had him pinned against the wall in an instant. His eyes were alight with rage and his cheeks were flushed scarlet. He looked ready enough to explode and that was never a good thing because when Harry's rage exploded, it tended to take out everyone in the vicinity…
"TELL ME WHERE FENRIR IS?"
That was a question he couldn't properly answer… Harry's grip tightened on his throat as he demanded,
"TELL ME WHERE HE IS, ANDREW…TELL ME OR I SWEAR TO GOD…I'LL STRANGLE THE LIFE OUT OF YOU…"
He didn't doubt it. In the state, Harry was in…He was very likely to kill him and anyone else who kept him from the truth…But the truth was just so horrible…Maybe death really was better than revealing it.
Harry let out an ear deafening growl that would put any alpha beast to shame as he released his neck and stalked the room like a caged animal. His dark curls were in total disarray as he ran his fingers through them repeatedly. The blood had painted thin crimson streaks down his pale arms, and he looked utterly dishevelled. His voice was barely above a whisper when he spoke next,
"Where is my phone, Andrew?"
He walked to the side table and retrieved the phone before handing it to him. The tremor was barely noticeable, but it was definitely there as Harry took the phone from him.
He watched as Harry dialled a number before holding the phone to his ear,
"Where the hell are you guys?"
There was a pause in which Harry was silent and then he watched as Harry put the phone away. There was a knock on the door and Harry spoke,
"Come in."
The twins walked in wearing matching expressions of concern. Fred spoke,
"How are you feeling now, Harry?"
Harry let out a derisive laugh,
"How do I look, Fred?"
The twins frowned together before George stepped closer to him and made a move to take his arm. Harry immediately took a step back,
"Don't touch me…"
Fred spoke up,
"You're bleeding."
Harry laughed again and, in that moment, he looked highly unstable… He was highly unstable because the doctor had warned him that it would take at least twenty four hours more for the toxin to wear off completely. So far, only twelve hours had elapsed,
"Let me bleed… It's none of your bloody concern… Just tell me where Fenrir is."
George spoke up,
"Get the medical kit, Andrew."
Harry yelled out,
"DON'T YOU DARE MOVE A MUSCLE, ANDREW… NO ONE IS MOVING UNTIL I KNOW WHERE FENRIR IS."
Fred finally spoke,
"You need to calm down, Harry. The toxin's still in your system."
Harry let out a feral growl as he looked ready enough to pounce on Fred,
"JUST TELL ME ALREADY!"
Fred raised his hands in surrender and spoke,
"Fine…just sit down and we'll tell you everything."
For a moment, Harry looked like he was a second away from murdering them but then he heeded their advice and dropped down on the edge of the bed. The colour had left his cheeks and he was beginning to look a little faint even if he was trying his damndest not to appear weak. It only proved how close Harry was to passing out again. All this stress was not good for Harry's well-being. He was starting to wish he hadn't listened to Mark and allowed the doctor to anesthetize him. Fred and George settled on either sides of him and it was Fred that spoke,
"We've been working on locating him."
A thousand emotions crossed Harry's pale face in quick succession but the one that stayed was pure concern,
"Locating him? You don't know where he is…. How long has he been missing?"
Fred rested a hand on his shoulder and spoke,
"He went missing two days ago. Initially, we thought that you were with him. We couldn't track either of your phones…It was like both of you vanished off the face of the earth…But then we got his call…"
Harry's voice was deadly low when he inquired,
"His call…Voldemort's call?"
George nodded,
"He told us that he had him. He didn't mention anything about you which just rubbed us off the wrong way."
Harry looked like he was putting in all his effort to stay conscious at this point,
"Did he make any demands?"
The twins shook their heads,
"No…"
Harry's eyelids drooped completely, and his body went limp. The twins caught him, and George spoke,
"What the hell are you waiting for, Andrew? Get the doctor…"
He rushed out the room and was back in under a minute with the doctor in tow. The twins had placed Harry in the middle of the bed, but they stepped aside as the doctor got to work,
"You shouldn't have let him leave the bed."
He glared at the doctor,
"No one can stop him if he decides to do something."
He leaned against the wall and watched as the doctor checked Harry's vital signs before proceeding to reattach the IV,
"Make sure you anaesthetize him this time. We can't allow him to risk his own health any further."
The doctor nodded silently, and he looked at the twins who gave him silent nods of approval. How were they going to get out of this mess?
