A/N: I'm back! I'm sorry for the wait!! Its inexcusable, I know!
Oliver's eyes met Fleur's. Neither wanted to face the doorway. They both knew who the voice belonged to, but they were not prepared to face her. Finally, Fleur turned around.
"'ello Ginny, 'ow are you tonight?" She tried to sound calm but her voice was wavering. Ginny smirked as she stepped over Hermione and Cho.
"You sound terribly casual for someone who's about to be kidnapped Mrs. Wood." Even in his weakened state Oliver could not just lie there and let someone take his wife. As Fleur tried vainly to find her wand, Oliver leapt out of the bed and onto Ginny. The pair began to wrestle, rolling over Hermione and Cho.
"They're heavy sleepers, aren't they?" Ginny laughed, right before she was knocked out by Oliver's fist.
Oliver was helped up by Fleur, who now had her wand.
"Petrificus Totalus!" she said, pointing the wand at Ginny. "That should take care of you for awhile."
"Fleur, that was brilliant!" said Oliver, holding his wife close.
"You are zee one who knocked 'er out my love," she whispered, kissing him as she led him toward the bed.
"Do you think this is an appropriate time for that darling?" Oliver asked, raising his eyebrows. Fleur rolled her eyes.
"Do not get any ideas. You are going to rest vhile I figure out vat to do vith 'er." she told him, saying "her" very spitefully. "I think she drugged Hermione and Cho. We must get 'er out of 'ere!"
"She's helpless now Fleur, just lock her in the cellar or something."
"Very well. But don't you think you are getting anything tonight. You are going to sleep!" With that statement, Fleur transfigured the paralyzed Ginny into a tea kettle and went to put her in the cellar.
* * *
Despite the brave face Fleur put on for Oliver, she was terrified. Even the short walk to her own cellar seemed like a terrifying journey to Hades.
"Dees ees crazy!" she said, speaking aloud to keep herself company. Fleur noticed her accent seemed thicker. It was a sign of how frightened she really was. Frightened of a tea kettle! The very idea would have been laughable had it not been so terrifying.
As Fleur walked down the stairs, every crack in the walls seemed to have Voldemort's face (though she did not even know what he looked like). The sound of her own footsteps seemed to be the voice of an enemy.
As she reached the last step of the dimly lit stairwell, her trembling hands dropped the kettle, making a loud clattering noise. Suddenly an arm snaked around her waist and a hand over her mouth stifled her scream.
"You should have been more careful with my Virginia," said a voice that almost hissed with every word. "Malfoy, pick up that tea kettle!"
And so it was that Fleur Delacour Wood ended up in the hands of Lord Voldemort and Draco Malfoy, the two most feared wizards in the entire world.
* * *
Fleur had been gone for a half an hour when Oliver realized something was amiss.
"What's taking her so bloody long?!" He wondered aloud. He couldn't exactly check on her, that fight with Ginny had taken what was left of his strength.
Oliver looked to Hermione and Cho, hoping the sleeping charm they were apparently under would wear of soon. He searched his mind for some sort of antidote or counter charm, but in his wearied state could think of none. He did not have Hermione's gift for memorizing every charm there was.
This was one of those rare times when he wished he was a muggle. Then at least he would have a fellytone or whatever is was called. He couldn't even send an owl because their's was kept outside!
He hated feeling helpless, his wife was possibly in danger and he couldn't do a thing about it.
"Maybe I'm just being paranoid, she would have screamed if anything was wrong, besides she can take care of herself," he said to no one. Then he noticed her wand lying on their bedside table.
"Fuck!!" It had now been forty minutes since Fleur had gone to hide Ginny. It could not have taken her this long.
Oliver tried to gather his strength and get off the bed, but it was no use.
"I can't bloody believe this!" he shouted as a window shattered. Oliver had not lost control over his magic since before going to Hogwarts. This was bad.
"Great, I can make a window shatter but I can't wake Hermione and Cho." He had no idea what to do. He was about to give up hope when an owl flew in through the shattered window. Oliver instantly recognized it as Nymphadora Tonks' owl. It dropped a roll of parchment on his head and waited expectantly.
Oliver,
Don't worry, the Flowers need watering but Fertilizer and a Garden hose are on their way. Don't do anything you'll regret. Also someone will be over to Sever the tic from your cat shortly. Don't worry.
-N.T.
Oliver sighed in annoyance. He hated when they wrote letters in code. It may be necessary, but he thought they were rather obvious. Sever the tic? What were they thinking? He had no idea what they meant. He had no idea about a lot of things at the moment...
CRASH!
"Talk about a crash landing, eh Fred?"
"Look at ol' Snape...is he wearing boxers with hearts on them?!"
"I'd appreciate it if you would not comment on my underwear!"
Standing in Oliver's bedroom were Severus Snape, and the Weasley Twins.
"Hey Oliver, you look terrible," said George.
"Not as bad as those two," Fred replied, pointing to Hermione and Cho.
"They might look slightly better if you two weren't standing on their hair!" yelled a very agitated Severus Snape as he pulled two small bottles from his robes.
Fred and George, never able to take anything seriously (apart from money) grinned sheepishly as they stepped away from the sleeping women. They sat themselves on Oliver's bed while Snape decided which potion to give Cho and Hermione.
"Sorry about Fleur man. We got word that Malfoy and You-Know-Who were seen leaving your house a little over an hour ago. Apparently Parvati was in your garden hunting mice-- you do remember she became an animangus last year?--and saw two men leaving your celler carrying a bundle and a red tea kettle. She became suspicious when she heard it screaming French curse words. George explained.
"We're all disgusted with Ginny, and Tonks is organizing a rescue as we speak. We're going to take you to her place for some sort of meeting as soon as ol' Snape gets his act together." This earned Fred a glare from Snape, but no more than that because before he could say anything suitably nasty in reply, Hermione was awake and coughing up whatever disgusting potion Snape had given her. Cho soon followed.
"Don't eat anything for an hour," was all Snape said, then he went to stand next to Oliver, leaving the girls confused.
"Drink this," he said, pulling out another bottle. "The whole thing, it will give you back your strength."
Oliver willingly gulped it down and was almost instantly better.
"What about Fleur?" he asked eagerly.
"Your wardrobe is a portkey to Tonks' house. We've got to leave in five minutes, so grab whatever you need now," George explained, while Fred told Hermioned and Cho what was going on.
Oliver grabbed his wand, broomstick, and cloak, also tucking Fleur's wand into his robes as a sign that he would not give up on her.
"I'm ready to go. I'm going to get my wife back." he said, sounding almost childlike in his determination.
Within the space of two minutes Snape, The Weasley Twins, Cho, Hermione, and Oliver were in Tonks' house ready to plan Fleur's rescue.
* * *
Fleur was thrown on the floor of a cold dungeon with never a word spoken to her. The door was closed harder than necessary and she was left with nothing but a chamber pot and a small goblet of water.
* * *
Draco Malfoy placed the tea kettle he had been carrying in the Dark Lord's hands.
"What shall we do with the girl?" he asked his master.
"Nothing. Wait for them to make a move. She is the perfect diversion," was the reply.
"Yes my Lord."
"You may leave us, Malfoy." Draco noticed the way Lord Voldemort was caressing the tea kettle and hid a grin as he exited.
Oliver's eyes met Fleur's. Neither wanted to face the doorway. They both knew who the voice belonged to, but they were not prepared to face her. Finally, Fleur turned around.
"'ello Ginny, 'ow are you tonight?" She tried to sound calm but her voice was wavering. Ginny smirked as she stepped over Hermione and Cho.
"You sound terribly casual for someone who's about to be kidnapped Mrs. Wood." Even in his weakened state Oliver could not just lie there and let someone take his wife. As Fleur tried vainly to find her wand, Oliver leapt out of the bed and onto Ginny. The pair began to wrestle, rolling over Hermione and Cho.
"They're heavy sleepers, aren't they?" Ginny laughed, right before she was knocked out by Oliver's fist.
Oliver was helped up by Fleur, who now had her wand.
"Petrificus Totalus!" she said, pointing the wand at Ginny. "That should take care of you for awhile."
"Fleur, that was brilliant!" said Oliver, holding his wife close.
"You are zee one who knocked 'er out my love," she whispered, kissing him as she led him toward the bed.
"Do you think this is an appropriate time for that darling?" Oliver asked, raising his eyebrows. Fleur rolled her eyes.
"Do not get any ideas. You are going to rest vhile I figure out vat to do vith 'er." she told him, saying "her" very spitefully. "I think she drugged Hermione and Cho. We must get 'er out of 'ere!"
"She's helpless now Fleur, just lock her in the cellar or something."
"Very well. But don't you think you are getting anything tonight. You are going to sleep!" With that statement, Fleur transfigured the paralyzed Ginny into a tea kettle and went to put her in the cellar.
* * *
Despite the brave face Fleur put on for Oliver, she was terrified. Even the short walk to her own cellar seemed like a terrifying journey to Hades.
"Dees ees crazy!" she said, speaking aloud to keep herself company. Fleur noticed her accent seemed thicker. It was a sign of how frightened she really was. Frightened of a tea kettle! The very idea would have been laughable had it not been so terrifying.
As Fleur walked down the stairs, every crack in the walls seemed to have Voldemort's face (though she did not even know what he looked like). The sound of her own footsteps seemed to be the voice of an enemy.
As she reached the last step of the dimly lit stairwell, her trembling hands dropped the kettle, making a loud clattering noise. Suddenly an arm snaked around her waist and a hand over her mouth stifled her scream.
"You should have been more careful with my Virginia," said a voice that almost hissed with every word. "Malfoy, pick up that tea kettle!"
And so it was that Fleur Delacour Wood ended up in the hands of Lord Voldemort and Draco Malfoy, the two most feared wizards in the entire world.
* * *
Fleur had been gone for a half an hour when Oliver realized something was amiss.
"What's taking her so bloody long?!" He wondered aloud. He couldn't exactly check on her, that fight with Ginny had taken what was left of his strength.
Oliver looked to Hermione and Cho, hoping the sleeping charm they were apparently under would wear of soon. He searched his mind for some sort of antidote or counter charm, but in his wearied state could think of none. He did not have Hermione's gift for memorizing every charm there was.
This was one of those rare times when he wished he was a muggle. Then at least he would have a fellytone or whatever is was called. He couldn't even send an owl because their's was kept outside!
He hated feeling helpless, his wife was possibly in danger and he couldn't do a thing about it.
"Maybe I'm just being paranoid, she would have screamed if anything was wrong, besides she can take care of herself," he said to no one. Then he noticed her wand lying on their bedside table.
"Fuck!!" It had now been forty minutes since Fleur had gone to hide Ginny. It could not have taken her this long.
Oliver tried to gather his strength and get off the bed, but it was no use.
"I can't bloody believe this!" he shouted as a window shattered. Oliver had not lost control over his magic since before going to Hogwarts. This was bad.
"Great, I can make a window shatter but I can't wake Hermione and Cho." He had no idea what to do. He was about to give up hope when an owl flew in through the shattered window. Oliver instantly recognized it as Nymphadora Tonks' owl. It dropped a roll of parchment on his head and waited expectantly.
Oliver,
Don't worry, the Flowers need watering but Fertilizer and a Garden hose are on their way. Don't do anything you'll regret. Also someone will be over to Sever the tic from your cat shortly. Don't worry.
-N.T.
Oliver sighed in annoyance. He hated when they wrote letters in code. It may be necessary, but he thought they were rather obvious. Sever the tic? What were they thinking? He had no idea what they meant. He had no idea about a lot of things at the moment...
CRASH!
"Talk about a crash landing, eh Fred?"
"Look at ol' Snape...is he wearing boxers with hearts on them?!"
"I'd appreciate it if you would not comment on my underwear!"
Standing in Oliver's bedroom were Severus Snape, and the Weasley Twins.
"Hey Oliver, you look terrible," said George.
"Not as bad as those two," Fred replied, pointing to Hermione and Cho.
"They might look slightly better if you two weren't standing on their hair!" yelled a very agitated Severus Snape as he pulled two small bottles from his robes.
Fred and George, never able to take anything seriously (apart from money) grinned sheepishly as they stepped away from the sleeping women. They sat themselves on Oliver's bed while Snape decided which potion to give Cho and Hermione.
"Sorry about Fleur man. We got word that Malfoy and You-Know-Who were seen leaving your house a little over an hour ago. Apparently Parvati was in your garden hunting mice-- you do remember she became an animangus last year?--and saw two men leaving your celler carrying a bundle and a red tea kettle. She became suspicious when she heard it screaming French curse words. George explained.
"We're all disgusted with Ginny, and Tonks is organizing a rescue as we speak. We're going to take you to her place for some sort of meeting as soon as ol' Snape gets his act together." This earned Fred a glare from Snape, but no more than that because before he could say anything suitably nasty in reply, Hermione was awake and coughing up whatever disgusting potion Snape had given her. Cho soon followed.
"Don't eat anything for an hour," was all Snape said, then he went to stand next to Oliver, leaving the girls confused.
"Drink this," he said, pulling out another bottle. "The whole thing, it will give you back your strength."
Oliver willingly gulped it down and was almost instantly better.
"What about Fleur?" he asked eagerly.
"Your wardrobe is a portkey to Tonks' house. We've got to leave in five minutes, so grab whatever you need now," George explained, while Fred told Hermioned and Cho what was going on.
Oliver grabbed his wand, broomstick, and cloak, also tucking Fleur's wand into his robes as a sign that he would not give up on her.
"I'm ready to go. I'm going to get my wife back." he said, sounding almost childlike in his determination.
Within the space of two minutes Snape, The Weasley Twins, Cho, Hermione, and Oliver were in Tonks' house ready to plan Fleur's rescue.
* * *
Fleur was thrown on the floor of a cold dungeon with never a word spoken to her. The door was closed harder than necessary and she was left with nothing but a chamber pot and a small goblet of water.
* * *
Draco Malfoy placed the tea kettle he had been carrying in the Dark Lord's hands.
"What shall we do with the girl?" he asked his master.
"Nothing. Wait for them to make a move. She is the perfect diversion," was the reply.
"Yes my Lord."
"You may leave us, Malfoy." Draco noticed the way Lord Voldemort was caressing the tea kettle and hid a grin as he exited.