Chapter eight- Memories
The figure moved into the light, it was the same cloaked figure that had battled with George and taken Fred away. Only this time, the figure removed his hood. It was Montague, the old Captain of the Slytherin quidditch team. 'So. You had to come and rescue your dear brother did you?' he said sneeringly, his face screwed up with Hatred. 'You're lucky I removed the Thought-Blocking spell from this building aren't you? Now you can both die together. How nice.' He laughed a high, cold laugh which sent shivers down George's spine. 'Why did you do it? You had no reason!' George asked his voice icy. 'No reason?' Montague asked disbelieving. 'You two ruined my life, and got away with it. That's the reason.' The twins stared blankly at him. 'It was you two who shoved me into that Vanishing cupboard. I would have told someone but I wanted you to suffer at my hands, no one else's.' Fred spoke up sarcastically 'I really hate to tell you this, but you're life was ruined long before that. 'Shut up!' Montague cried 'Crucio'
Fred strained against his chains as the pain turned his body into a mass of agony, the sensation moving through his body, taking over, and blocking out all thoughts and senses. 'Stop it!' shouted George and Montague flicked his wand almost lazily, leaving Fred breathing shakily and falling limply against his chains. The look George gave Montague was one of pure hatred. 'Bastard'
'What did you say to me?' Montague pretended to be shocked 'Surely one of the precious Weasley twins can't have sworn? Alright then, I'll kill you before you brother. That way, you can't insult me and he can see you die. Perfect.' the last word was a sadistic mutter. Before George could act, he was hit by the Cruciatus curse. His entire body was on fire, the pain invaded every inch of his body. He fell to the floor, writhing in impossible pain.
Suddenly it stopped and George looked up. Montague had a smug satisfaction in his face and the anger George had felt earlier returned with a vengeance. 'Impedimenta' Montague stumbled backwards, giving George the chance to get to his feet. 'Expelliarmus' George tried again, but Montague was too quick for him. There was a flash of light and a gash appeared down one side of Georges face. His opponent took advantage of George's hesitation and shot a stunning spell straight at him. It hit him in the chest and he fell to the floor. 'Stupefy' George aimed at Montague from where he lay on the floor and was pleased to see it hit its target. Montague was thrown backwards into the wall and there was a satisfying crack as his head hit the plaster.
The figure moved into the light, it was the same cloaked figure that had battled with George and taken Fred away. Only this time, the figure removed his hood. It was Montague, the old Captain of the Slytherin quidditch team. 'So. You had to come and rescue your dear brother did you?' he said sneeringly, his face screwed up with Hatred. 'You're lucky I removed the Thought-Blocking spell from this building aren't you? Now you can both die together. How nice.' He laughed a high, cold laugh which sent shivers down George's spine. 'Why did you do it? You had no reason!' George asked his voice icy. 'No reason?' Montague asked disbelieving. 'You two ruined my life, and got away with it. That's the reason.' The twins stared blankly at him. 'It was you two who shoved me into that Vanishing cupboard. I would have told someone but I wanted you to suffer at my hands, no one else's.' Fred spoke up sarcastically 'I really hate to tell you this, but you're life was ruined long before that. 'Shut up!' Montague cried 'Crucio'
Fred strained against his chains as the pain turned his body into a mass of agony, the sensation moving through his body, taking over, and blocking out all thoughts and senses. 'Stop it!' shouted George and Montague flicked his wand almost lazily, leaving Fred breathing shakily and falling limply against his chains. The look George gave Montague was one of pure hatred. 'Bastard'
'What did you say to me?' Montague pretended to be shocked 'Surely one of the precious Weasley twins can't have sworn? Alright then, I'll kill you before you brother. That way, you can't insult me and he can see you die. Perfect.' the last word was a sadistic mutter. Before George could act, he was hit by the Cruciatus curse. His entire body was on fire, the pain invaded every inch of his body. He fell to the floor, writhing in impossible pain.
Suddenly it stopped and George looked up. Montague had a smug satisfaction in his face and the anger George had felt earlier returned with a vengeance. 'Impedimenta' Montague stumbled backwards, giving George the chance to get to his feet. 'Expelliarmus' George tried again, but Montague was too quick for him. There was a flash of light and a gash appeared down one side of Georges face. His opponent took advantage of George's hesitation and shot a stunning spell straight at him. It hit him in the chest and he fell to the floor. 'Stupefy' George aimed at Montague from where he lay on the floor and was pleased to see it hit its target. Montague was thrown backwards into the wall and there was a satisfying crack as his head hit the plaster.