IN WHICH PLANS ARE HATCHED
"DAD!" Seamus Finnigan cried. "How could you?" "It's easy son," his father replied nonchalantly. "When my parents found out that I was a Squib they put me up for adoption. Imagine that. I grew up, married your mother, had you. I thought my life was perfect, I thought I knew everything about good and evil. I was determined to have you grow up a powerful wizard of the light side. But Voldemort changed all that. He showed me that there was only power and those too weak to use it. But then alas! I was given an even higher honour. The honour to work for Master. He treats his loyal followers much better than Voldemort ever did." Seeing Seamus's face Ginny managed to regain the use of her limbs and walked up to him, hugging him from behind. Seeing that, the others broke from their shocked state and walked the few steps to the pair. They now formed a sort of wall in front of Albert Finnigan. "How could you?!" Harry exclaimed in disbelief. "He's your own bloody son!" Ron cried. Ron almost leapt at the elder Finnigan but Merloyn grabbed his arm. After taking several deep breaths Merloyn stepped forward. "It's me you want," she began. "Just take me and leave the others alone." This only caused laughter to erupt from Raven's Skull Fighters. "It's not THAT easy my sweet," came a voice behind them. "You don't really think we're that ignorant do you?" His voice then changed to a more commanding tone. "Tsarmina, you take care of the Potter boy, careful he's a tough one. Hilbrim, you take the little Weasley and Patil. That leaves the elder Weasley, little Finnigan and the two Malfoys. Greenleaf, you take Weasley, he's that strong and mad you'll have your hands full. That leaves me with the Malfoys if you'll take your son Finnigan." And with that the teenagers were mercilessly seized, Greenleaf getting a few punches to the head from Ron, Tsarmina not faring much better and Hilbrim almost going deaf from Ginny and Parvati's screams. Seamus, who was still in shock only managed to put up a fight moments before being apparated to Raven's hide-out along with Ron, Harry, Ginny and Parvati. Verduaga, the remaing Skull Fighter in charge of escorting 'the insolent traitors and co.', was by far having the worst struggle for both Merloyn and Draco were putting up a most extravagant struggle. While Draco physically attacked him Merloyn fired powerful hexes and spells but finally the two were overpowered by the reinforcements and were soon apparated to the hide-out like the others.
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The teenagers, all except Merloyn who had been dragged into a room of her own, were clumped in a dank cell floored with hay and twigs. Even though it seemed like they had been there for months in reality, it was only two days. "I'm starving!" Ron complained. "Trust you to think about something like that in a situation like this," Ginny snapped. "Though we've only had a bread roll to share for the past two days at least." She added as an afterthought. But Harry, having known Ron too well to be fooled by his act, decided to get straight to the point. "We're all pretty useless in the whole 'let's all plot against the source of all evil' agenda without Merloyn but we'll have to make do with the resources we've got. Draco here knows a heck of a lot about the Dark Arts and stuff like that, Ginny's an Argy-somethin'-on-other by what I've been told, Parvati's as good an actor as Katie Holmes - muggle, and Ron and I are pretty good with the overall executing of plans. Now tell me we haven't got a fighting chance," he said enthusiastically. "We haven't got a fighting chance." "Oh, Ron. Stop being so negative!" Parvati carped. "You don't know what he can do!" Ron exclaimed, standing up. "He messes with your head, makes you see things that aren't there. Makes you believe them. Then he turns you into a shell. You don't know what you're doing, who you are. You're arguing with yourself and then you try to commit suicide for freakin' sakes! YOU DO NOT KNOW WHAT HE CAN DO!" "Then how 'bout we make a promise? An oath. No matter what we see ourselves doing and no matter what he tells us, we won't believe him. How 'bout that Ron?" Harry suggested. "It's not gonna work but I guess we're gonna have to do SOMETHING," Ron mumbled. "That's it mate! You're getting into the spirit!" Draco said dishevelling the red-head's hair. "But we still need a plan," Ginny pointed out. "Duh. Any suggestions?" came her boyfriend's reply. And so they spent the rest of the night - or day, you couldn't really tell, it being the type of cell it was - planning an escape with crazy suggestions like "Ginny'll distract them by doing the hula and the rest of us run away" to serious ones like "one of us feint being sick and when the git comes and checks on us we rush him."
"DAD!" Seamus Finnigan cried. "How could you?" "It's easy son," his father replied nonchalantly. "When my parents found out that I was a Squib they put me up for adoption. Imagine that. I grew up, married your mother, had you. I thought my life was perfect, I thought I knew everything about good and evil. I was determined to have you grow up a powerful wizard of the light side. But Voldemort changed all that. He showed me that there was only power and those too weak to use it. But then alas! I was given an even higher honour. The honour to work for Master. He treats his loyal followers much better than Voldemort ever did." Seeing Seamus's face Ginny managed to regain the use of her limbs and walked up to him, hugging him from behind. Seeing that, the others broke from their shocked state and walked the few steps to the pair. They now formed a sort of wall in front of Albert Finnigan. "How could you?!" Harry exclaimed in disbelief. "He's your own bloody son!" Ron cried. Ron almost leapt at the elder Finnigan but Merloyn grabbed his arm. After taking several deep breaths Merloyn stepped forward. "It's me you want," she began. "Just take me and leave the others alone." This only caused laughter to erupt from Raven's Skull Fighters. "It's not THAT easy my sweet," came a voice behind them. "You don't really think we're that ignorant do you?" His voice then changed to a more commanding tone. "Tsarmina, you take care of the Potter boy, careful he's a tough one. Hilbrim, you take the little Weasley and Patil. That leaves the elder Weasley, little Finnigan and the two Malfoys. Greenleaf, you take Weasley, he's that strong and mad you'll have your hands full. That leaves me with the Malfoys if you'll take your son Finnigan." And with that the teenagers were mercilessly seized, Greenleaf getting a few punches to the head from Ron, Tsarmina not faring much better and Hilbrim almost going deaf from Ginny and Parvati's screams. Seamus, who was still in shock only managed to put up a fight moments before being apparated to Raven's hide-out along with Ron, Harry, Ginny and Parvati. Verduaga, the remaing Skull Fighter in charge of escorting 'the insolent traitors and co.', was by far having the worst struggle for both Merloyn and Draco were putting up a most extravagant struggle. While Draco physically attacked him Merloyn fired powerful hexes and spells but finally the two were overpowered by the reinforcements and were soon apparated to the hide-out like the others.
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The teenagers, all except Merloyn who had been dragged into a room of her own, were clumped in a dank cell floored with hay and twigs. Even though it seemed like they had been there for months in reality, it was only two days. "I'm starving!" Ron complained. "Trust you to think about something like that in a situation like this," Ginny snapped. "Though we've only had a bread roll to share for the past two days at least." She added as an afterthought. But Harry, having known Ron too well to be fooled by his act, decided to get straight to the point. "We're all pretty useless in the whole 'let's all plot against the source of all evil' agenda without Merloyn but we'll have to make do with the resources we've got. Draco here knows a heck of a lot about the Dark Arts and stuff like that, Ginny's an Argy-somethin'-on-other by what I've been told, Parvati's as good an actor as Katie Holmes - muggle, and Ron and I are pretty good with the overall executing of plans. Now tell me we haven't got a fighting chance," he said enthusiastically. "We haven't got a fighting chance." "Oh, Ron. Stop being so negative!" Parvati carped. "You don't know what he can do!" Ron exclaimed, standing up. "He messes with your head, makes you see things that aren't there. Makes you believe them. Then he turns you into a shell. You don't know what you're doing, who you are. You're arguing with yourself and then you try to commit suicide for freakin' sakes! YOU DO NOT KNOW WHAT HE CAN DO!" "Then how 'bout we make a promise? An oath. No matter what we see ourselves doing and no matter what he tells us, we won't believe him. How 'bout that Ron?" Harry suggested. "It's not gonna work but I guess we're gonna have to do SOMETHING," Ron mumbled. "That's it mate! You're getting into the spirit!" Draco said dishevelling the red-head's hair. "But we still need a plan," Ginny pointed out. "Duh. Any suggestions?" came her boyfriend's reply. And so they spent the rest of the night - or day, you couldn't really tell, it being the type of cell it was - planning an escape with crazy suggestions like "Ginny'll distract them by doing the hula and the rest of us run away" to serious ones like "one of us feint being sick and when the git comes and checks on us we rush him."