Chapter seven- Determination
The moon had risen and was casting an unearthly glow which shone through his curtains. George slipped out of bed and grabbed his wand, he was already dressed... he scribbled a note, in case he thought; his parents thought he had gone crazy again and left home. He crept out of his room, shutting the door behind him with a soft click. Breathing deeply he closed his eyes and recalled the image of the building he had seen, apparating quickly. He opened his eyes to see the building in front of him. Montague Offices. He looked quickly around for a way in; he didn't really think that the front door was the best way in. He spotted a few stairs leading down into the ground and ran over to it. It lead to a door, and he ran down and tested it. Locked. 'Alohoroma.' he whispered and, click, the door opened. Looking behind him, he slid inside.
The dark pressed in on him as the door closed behind him 'Lumos.' the light lit up a narrow corridor stretching deep into the building, and he started to walk slowly forward. Every creak he heard put him on his guard, and his awareness of his surroundings heightened with every step. There was a noise ahead of him and he froze. Cautiously he walked forward, and pressing himself against the wall looked through the doorway that was there. The actual door had long since fallen off and the room was large, with a few, small, high up windows. It was incredibly dark in that room.
A movement at the back wall of the room caught his eye. Tense and very aware of possible danger he brought his wand up, to spread the light across the room. His eyes widened and a slow, amazed smile spread across his face as he raced across the room. It was Fred.
Fred was chained to the wall but both his hands and feet, and had a filthy rag stuffed in his mouth. George noticed the bloodstains on his clothes and the marks where the chains had dug into his ankles and wrists. He quickly took the gag out of his brother's mouth. Fred smiled weakly 'I knew you'd find me.' George smiled back 'Well what was I going to do without you?' he bit his lip to stop himself from getting emotional, but it was hard-he finally had his brother back. He looked back at his brother, but Fred was staring over his shoulder at someone in the doorway. 'Get out of here whilst you can' he whispered. George, now also staring at the figure in the doorway, didn't move. 'No way.' he replied.
The moon had risen and was casting an unearthly glow which shone through his curtains. George slipped out of bed and grabbed his wand, he was already dressed... he scribbled a note, in case he thought; his parents thought he had gone crazy again and left home. He crept out of his room, shutting the door behind him with a soft click. Breathing deeply he closed his eyes and recalled the image of the building he had seen, apparating quickly. He opened his eyes to see the building in front of him. Montague Offices. He looked quickly around for a way in; he didn't really think that the front door was the best way in. He spotted a few stairs leading down into the ground and ran over to it. It lead to a door, and he ran down and tested it. Locked. 'Alohoroma.' he whispered and, click, the door opened. Looking behind him, he slid inside.
The dark pressed in on him as the door closed behind him 'Lumos.' the light lit up a narrow corridor stretching deep into the building, and he started to walk slowly forward. Every creak he heard put him on his guard, and his awareness of his surroundings heightened with every step. There was a noise ahead of him and he froze. Cautiously he walked forward, and pressing himself against the wall looked through the doorway that was there. The actual door had long since fallen off and the room was large, with a few, small, high up windows. It was incredibly dark in that room.
A movement at the back wall of the room caught his eye. Tense and very aware of possible danger he brought his wand up, to spread the light across the room. His eyes widened and a slow, amazed smile spread across his face as he raced across the room. It was Fred.
Fred was chained to the wall but both his hands and feet, and had a filthy rag stuffed in his mouth. George noticed the bloodstains on his clothes and the marks where the chains had dug into his ankles and wrists. He quickly took the gag out of his brother's mouth. Fred smiled weakly 'I knew you'd find me.' George smiled back 'Well what was I going to do without you?' he bit his lip to stop himself from getting emotional, but it was hard-he finally had his brother back. He looked back at his brother, but Fred was staring over his shoulder at someone in the doorway. 'Get out of here whilst you can' he whispered. George, now also staring at the figure in the doorway, didn't move. 'No way.' he replied.