Chapter Three
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"What!" Harry exclaimed, "When? Where?"
"It has been nearly a week," Mrs. Weasley told him, "It was at our home. G- Ginny was home with Ron. Everyone else was somewhere else. When I got back- " she stopped and began to cry again.
"When we got back we saw the dark mark," Mr. Weasley whispered, "we wanted to tell you right away, but we wanted Bill and Charlie home first so we could let them know."
"But the dark mark," Harry said, "who was there? It wasn't Vol- you know who was it?"
"No," Dumbledore cut in, "We are certain that it wasn't. But we should be getting back to the castle."
Harry nodded and followed. Sirius continued to stay with the Weasleys to see if there was anything they could do for them during their hard time.
As Harry walked to the castle, his eyes filled up with tears. He blinked and cleared his throat. Who ever took Ron and Ginny away had to pay. Harry didn't understand why anyone would kidnap them. He hoped and prayed that they were okay. They were, after all, two of his best friends.
"Professor," he said as they made it to the castle, "do you know anything about where Ron is?"
Dumbledore sighed, "I should tell you, I really should. I didn't tell the Weasleys, but I feel I have to tell you."
Harry looked at him curiously.
"We know where they are, Harry. We do not know who took them, but we know where they are. I cannot tell you, but we are doing everything we can to keep your friends safe."
"You know more," Harry said, "there is more that you are not telling me."
"I wont deny that," Dumbledore said, ''but I simply cannot tell anyone some of the things I know."
They were silent for a few minutes, "You can sleep in your own bed, Harry," said Dumbledore, "the other students will be here tomorrow."
Harry went the Gryffindor common room and sat down. Things were weird. He felt so alone and deserted. When he left the common room and climbed into his four poster bed, he glanced at Ron's bed. Hopefully, Ron would be found soon. And whenever Harry looked at that bed at night, Ron would be in it.
"Not feeling to well are we?" A high pitched voice asked Ron.
Ron did not reply. He had never been so scared in his life. He looked at Ginny who was sitting next to him on the dungeon ground. She didn't look too well either. Her face was as white as a sheet, and her eyes were bloodshot from crying. She squeezed Ron's hand.
The man before them fiddled with his wand, "What shall we play now children?" he asked in a taunting voice. "Aha, I know…" he pointed his wand at Ron's head…
"Crucio!"
Disclaimer~ I don't own anything
"What!" Harry exclaimed, "When? Where?"
"It has been nearly a week," Mrs. Weasley told him, "It was at our home. G- Ginny was home with Ron. Everyone else was somewhere else. When I got back- " she stopped and began to cry again.
"When we got back we saw the dark mark," Mr. Weasley whispered, "we wanted to tell you right away, but we wanted Bill and Charlie home first so we could let them know."
"But the dark mark," Harry said, "who was there? It wasn't Vol- you know who was it?"
"No," Dumbledore cut in, "We are certain that it wasn't. But we should be getting back to the castle."
Harry nodded and followed. Sirius continued to stay with the Weasleys to see if there was anything they could do for them during their hard time.
As Harry walked to the castle, his eyes filled up with tears. He blinked and cleared his throat. Who ever took Ron and Ginny away had to pay. Harry didn't understand why anyone would kidnap them. He hoped and prayed that they were okay. They were, after all, two of his best friends.
"Professor," he said as they made it to the castle, "do you know anything about where Ron is?"
Dumbledore sighed, "I should tell you, I really should. I didn't tell the Weasleys, but I feel I have to tell you."
Harry looked at him curiously.
"We know where they are, Harry. We do not know who took them, but we know where they are. I cannot tell you, but we are doing everything we can to keep your friends safe."
"You know more," Harry said, "there is more that you are not telling me."
"I wont deny that," Dumbledore said, ''but I simply cannot tell anyone some of the things I know."
They were silent for a few minutes, "You can sleep in your own bed, Harry," said Dumbledore, "the other students will be here tomorrow."
Harry went the Gryffindor common room and sat down. Things were weird. He felt so alone and deserted. When he left the common room and climbed into his four poster bed, he glanced at Ron's bed. Hopefully, Ron would be found soon. And whenever Harry looked at that bed at night, Ron would be in it.
"Not feeling to well are we?" A high pitched voice asked Ron.
Ron did not reply. He had never been so scared in his life. He looked at Ginny who was sitting next to him on the dungeon ground. She didn't look too well either. Her face was as white as a sheet, and her eyes were bloodshot from crying. She squeezed Ron's hand.
The man before them fiddled with his wand, "What shall we play now children?" he asked in a taunting voice. "Aha, I know…" he pointed his wand at Ron's head…
"Crucio!"
