Chapter 11
He trekked through the corridor, searching for any sign of the Weasleys, and ignoring the strangely high pitched bloodcurdling screams coming from Voldemort. [That piece of frog spleen deserves much, much more than my little green flames having surrounded him for 10 seconds. Especially after what he did to…] thinks Alexander shaking his head and dabbing some angry tears away with the sleeve of his robe. "Hey, Alexander. What's the matter? You going to cry me a river?" says a drawling voice from a shadowy corner of the corridor. "I am not in the mood for this Malfoy shut up!!" yells Alexander. "What's wrong you still miss that horse's arse you called a…" says Lucius Malfoy getting cut off by white flames flying at him and engulfing every part of his body.
His screams sounded inhuman as the fire burned him. His screams increased and then stopped as the fire moved to only his mouth melting his lips off and melting his teeth together then the flames licked at his neck around his voice box destroying it. Lucius Malfoy fell to the ground, barely alive, and whimpered and shook.
"Now you're shut up permanently." Snaps Alexander spitting on Malfoy's cowering form. "If you do somehow live and get the ability to speak again, think before you do. Next time I will do more than shut you up with fire, I will kill you with it." He said the last line with such malice he hardly recognized the voice as his own.
He tries another corridor once he finds that this one has no Weasleys in it. Trekking through the corridor he hears a voice coming from a cell to his right but ignores it since it is not the voice of a Weasley. "Hey! I'm talkin' to you. Turn around you old poot." Says the voice of a man who is clearly American.
Suddenly Alexander slips in a puddle like area of ice. "Drake?! Drake Dragonheart. Well I'll be. Aren't you supposed to be in America getting gathered by Percy Weas…Wait a minute wasn't he dead in that house?! What the H-E-double L is he doing back? And why are you here?" says Alexander rather fastly as he begins to realize what is going on and turns towards the cell. "He had someone meet Percy in America disguised as you didn't he? And he's had you ever since then and he had Percy go home early so as to be killed with Penelope who was at his house."
"Yes, that is exactly what happened. The fake me fooled him into thinking I was staying with the Malfoys and left him here. I have been here for 3 weeks and I would like to be free sometime soon thanks." Says Drake who looks 15 and rather dishelved with his dirty blond hair mussed up around his head and his robes ripped and bloody a scar forming across his left eye. "I wonder if this scar will go away once my Fountain Of Youth potion wears off in a week." "Yeah that's like you always worrying about your looks instead of your health. You seem rather malnourished." Says Alexander. "Duh! You actually think they'd feed me a good amount of food? Yeah right!" says Drake.
Alexander mutters an incantation ("Alamahbra") and the door of the cell swings open. "There, happy now?!" says Alexander. "Very. Thanks." Says Drake. "Whatever." Says Alexander. "Let's just find the Weasleys and leave."
"Ok. Don't they all have red hair?" says Drake. Alexander nods and signals Drake to follow him. They walk for a while searching for any sign of the Weasleys. After a while, and ten corridors of cells, Alexander starts to give up hope. He suddenly slips and grabs and unlit torch beside him to steady himself. The torch pulls down a little bit causing Alexander to hit his butt on the ground and bite his tongue.
"Ow!" exclaims Alexander, but his exclamation is drowned out by a grinding noise from somewhere in front of him. They walk towards the grinding noise and discover that a walk has moved revealing a room full of stocks and in almost every one was a…
"Weasleys! Holy crap it's a room full of Weasleys!!" exclaims Drake. A wide grin appears on Alexander's face as he takes it in.
"Not so fast you horse arses. You're not going anywhere with them." says a very, very raspy voice from the opening.
"Want to bet, lipless?" says Alexander turning and staring at Lucius Malfoy's burned face.
Lucius snarls at him and pulls out his wand. "So, I was right to think you were thinking about…" he says getting cut off as purple-black flames fly towards his throat. He summons Drake in front of him, holding him out, and Alexander stops the flames when they are barely a half on an inch from Drake's nose.
"So you're still using innocent bystanders eh Malfoy?" says Alexander smiling. "Well this one isn't as harmless as he looks. Look down."
Lucius does just that and finds his legs are trapped in ice half a foot thick. He lets out a loud roar throwing his hands up. During this distraction Alexander has freed all of the Weasleys from their stocks and Drake has froze Lucius' hands down. "Look before you attack." Says Drake smirking.
They all run out of there and back to the place where the Portkeys are, Alexander having lost his when he freed Drake. They get there and Alexander notices something strange about Voldemort, who is still trapped, and walks over towards him. [This seems too small to have been Voldemort, but it certainly looked like him. Maybe they used Polyjuice Potion, but then who would it be?] thinks Alexander lifting up the hood. He takes one look, turns his head up, falls to his knees, and bellows as loud as he can "NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"