Harry Potter And The Imprisoning War
Copyright: I, The Author do hereby proclaim that I do not own The Harry Potter World. It is owned by J.K. Rowling, Scholastic Books, and The W.B. Enterprises. I DO on the other hand, own a good deal of new things introduced in the book. Although I do not own them right and proper with a copyright, I would ask anyone to use my ideas to ask permission to use them.
Chapter 9: Old time pub and Old time burglars
The Weasley Men and Harry cheered as they left for the Muggle village Ottery St Catchpole. They arrived at The Gutted Fox. (A large three-story building with its sign "The Gutted Fox" showing a fox with a knife in its back)When they entered the Pub, The Hanged Fox, it took a split second for the bar goers to notice it was the Weasley's. They all cheered wildly and some shouted "Welcome back Weasley's!" The Bartender (a fat twenty year old with a thick moustache) went up to Charlie Weasley and flicked him on the nose.
"Ow!" Charlie said. "What the Hell did you do that for you Idiot?!"
The Bartender spoke in a deep grunt with a strong accent (There will me many spelling errors) "You owe me a blewdy 50 Quid's for all dem blewdy drinks I served you FOUR DAMN YEARS AGO! You buggery bit a' sneakthief!"
For half a minute the two were staring daggers and flames in the eye until the Bartender laughed very heartily.
"Gawd, man y'know I could'n stay mad at Charlie! You 'aven't been 'ere for years! Whatchoo doin 'ere n'way?"
"We decided that we could come to listen to Balladeer." George said.
"Ah! Gerge! Watcha y'doin in me pub again. I thought y'were hiding after ya got yer tab!" The pub broke into fits of uproarious laughter some calling "Hail Pinchpenny Weasley!" "Y'mean ta a'vent come to see poor ol' Barney? Ah fergit ah said that, Everone came to see da Ball'deer. An' whose dis now den?" Barney said prodding Harry.
"This is our friend Harry Potter from a city near London" Ron said.
"Ah, Little Hairy boy!" Barney said laughing, ruffling his hair. "I can see why y'named 'im dat!" Looks like 'e 'asent 'ad an 'aircut fer twenty n' four years!" Barney said guffawing. "Er I's sorry if I isen o'ffending you. How's bout a Root Beer?"
"Uh..." Harry said in confusion He had never tasted Root Beer since he never had a Muggle fizzy drink, so he couldn't tell if he liked it or not.
"Whasa matter Harry?" Barney said "You look like youse just been asked a question you know numphin 'bout."
"Uh..' Harry stuttered "I haven't had Root Beer before."
"WHA'" Barney shouted "Y'mean yas never ad ROOT BEER b'for?!" The Pub went deathly quiet.
"Sorry" Harry apologized quickly.
"No needin for apologies!" Barney exclaimed. "Buit not 'avin Root Beer. You've be missin out laddie!" Barney then took out several glass mugs. "Y'all be wanten a Beer den?"
"Yep!" All the Weasley's and Harry said.
"Wot brand?" Barney asked.
"Er..." Fred started "I'm going to try the Japanese style "Asahi""
"Give me "Himmel Deutschland"" (Heaven Germany) George said without hesitation.
"Hand me any British Style" Bill said. "God, am I the only one who still enjoys British Root Beer in this family?"
"Nope!" Charlie piped up, "Give me "Virgil's""
"I'm going to try the American "A&W "" Ron said.
"I'd like to have the "Virgil's" Root Beer as well" Harry said.
Barney then filled the mugs to the brimming point, and passed them to their respective drinkers.
"Whelp" Fred said raising his glass "Here be to the ever evolving life of our ickle student drinkers. The Joke shop extra ordinaries, and our workers for the (He whispered this) Order."
"Here, Here!" George said and they all clinked their glasses and drunk deeply. Apart from Butterbeer and pumpkin fizz, Harry hadn't ever had such a fine drink. The bubbles burst into miniature explosions and the taste of the roots was dark and rich.
When they finished their drinks, a loud voice of singing was heard from outside.
"Well, me name is Art'ro, Balladeer, Balladeer. Oh me name it is Art'ro, Balladeer"
The pub went eerily quiet whilst they heard the song.
"Oh me name it is Art'ro and I've sung for young and all. And me 'tar (Guitar) will pay for all when I die, when I die."
"It's The Balladeer!!" some person yelled outside.
The Pub was then rushing madly outside to see the Balladeer. Harry squeezed through the crowd to the front where he saw the Balladeer.
He was a tall man at nearly 7 feet. He had an extremely bassish voice. He was riding on a great white horse with a saddle carrying a bag containing several loaves of bread and five jugs of water. He carried a guitar that looked like a banjo on a strap on his back. His glasses were very small resting at the end of his inch long nose. He looked about 19 or so.
"Hello there!" The Balladeer shouted gaily.
Mad applause and roars of welcome which consisted of "Cheers!" and "Sing us a song now!" greeted him.
He then started another song in an upbeat mode (With his guitar) which went like this... (If you want to sing along. Find the melody of "The Black Velvet Band")
Well in the neat little town they called Catchpole
Balladeer to Song I was bound
Many an age's sweet happiness have I spent in that neat little town
A sad damnation came o'er me
Which caused me to stray from the land
Far away from my friends and beloved ones.
Be-trayed by the Devil's Guitar!
Its strings they shone like golden
I dubbed it the Lord of Guitars
And its head had came over its shoulder
Bedubbed "The Devil's Guitar"!
When he finished the song, the pub exploded into rowdy cheers and applause. The Balladeer finished with a flourish from his guitar. When he got off his horse at the front of the bar, he shook hands with Barney then hugged him. They all then entered the pub where the Balladeer bought a Root Beer for everybody the entertained them with songs for hours with songs such as "Whiskey in the Jar", "Johnson's Motor Car", and "Biddy Mulligan."
It was about five o'clock when the Balladeer thought of making his famous stew of meats, cheeses, and vegetables. When Barney went to collect the ingredients, he froze in the pantry.
"Whasha matta, Barney?" A drunken boozer called in the crowd. The Pub went deathly silent.
"We 'avent got em' 'greedients." Barney called.
The pub wasn't happy.
"Y'mean we ain't getting the Balladeer's stew!?"
"What happened to the burglar you hired to steals from Farmer Tom's reserves?"
"QUIET YER GOBS!" Barney shouted loudly and the pub stopped gibbering near immediately. "Me burglar got caught midway through his thievery and got (gulp) fed to 'is dogs."
Many of the pubgoers cringed.
"Not his Bulldogs mixed with an Irish Wolfhound?" a fifteen year old said in slight squeamishness.
"Aye" Barney said. "Most they found o' 'im was some bones and a puddle of blood and clothes. Liked his skin and inners clean off-"
"Oh stop!" The squeamish 15 year old said, looking ready to vomit.
"Ah need a man to burgle the 'greedients for the stew." Barney said. "Whoever burgles the food'll get their tab torn into scrapes."
No one raised their hands. (Which us a surprise as Barney only got rid of debts only two times before in his life, and one of those was a parting sorrow to one of his bar goers in his funeral.)
After a minute of complete silence... some drunken bastard pushed Harry forward. The Weasley's shot an exasperated look at Harry.
"Harry, no!" Ron whispered pulling his hand. "You don't want to get caught by the farmer. George nearly got caught and almost lost his h-"
"Thank you Harry boy!" Barney exclaimed, running to Harry and hugging him. 'I promise that you'll come back alive, and if your not coming back... we'll pay our last respects."
"What!?" Harry said in hysterics. But I was pushed, I don't want to go to that far. Those dogs'll swallow me in one bite!"
"Well I isena sorry laddy" Barney said. "But now isne a time for second thoughts. You volunteered and you're a-helpen!"
"Hold it!"
The five Weasley's called out into the crowd.
"If Harry's going to the farm" Fred said.
"We're a-going with him" George said.
The bar went into drunken hysterics. Even the Balladeer laughed (though very softly)
"Y'know yer just trying to gain face!" One man said.
"Hey ya damn old Weasley's!" a second audible voice called. 'Tell me where's yer glory gone?"
This sentence jogged The Balladeer memory of as song he remembered he made especially for this occasion.
The Weasley's stood with Harry at the front of the crowd, Barney was laughing with tears in his eyes.
"Har Har Har!" Barney coughed out. "ifens yer a-thinkens ter raid Farmer Tommie? T'do that 'n I'll give you a keg o' me finest, Free!"
"We'll keep that in mind" Bill said. And they all left in the wake of the Balladeer's new song.
Hey ya damn oul Weasley's
Tell me where's yer glory gone?
I saw ya up on the Farmland wit yer oul head gone
A dirty Farmers sickle, should'a lef you half a man
Hey ya damn oul Weasley's where's yer oul head gone?
Up the Sally Garden
'Round the back of the pipes
Messin wit the Union Jack
The man should lose 'is stripes
Tradin' on yer troubles
But yer given' every chance
Ter show the randy drunkards all tha tings ya learned in France!
And with that song and mocking laughter in the mind of all six of them, they left the bar.
"Hey Ron" Harry called.
"Yeah?" Ron said with a note of fear in his voice.
"I'm sorry I'm putting all of your brothers and you with this." Harry apologized.
"Oh, It's alright" Ron said. (His note of fear lightened then before.) "But why the hell did you want to get the ingredients? You heard about his dogs!"
"I didn't!" Harry said in surprise. "Some person pushed me forward. He must've been drunk."
"Who pushed you!?" Bill said slowing down to Harry in complete fury.
"I don't know" Harry said. "Just some drunkard."
Bill was cursing under his breath in fury.
It was five minutes jogging be fore Harry ran to George.
George was looking like he was reliving something he was regretting in his mind.
"George?' Harry said.
George was quickly brought out of thought.
"Er... Oh! Yes Harry?' George said in surprise.
"That song the Balladeer was singing.... What did it mean?"
George suddenly stood stock still.
"George?" Harry said turning his head.
"When they were singing the song, they were poking fun at us because of some bad luck."
"What were they making fun of you for?" Harry said.
A five second pause and.
"When Fred and I were about seven." George started grimly. "We were famous for our stealing crops from the farmer. We were heroes and even to some, gods of thievery. Barney even brought us free Root Beer when we pulled off a big heist. But when we were ten, we were asked to pull off the biggest burglary we ever did. We had to raid nearly half the farm, but... we were caught. Farmer Tom caught us; his dogs nearly tore off our legs literally. We were able to escape with our lives and most of the produce but..."
Fred lifted the left arm of his shirt and Harry gasped loudly. There were five rugged scars crossed the upper arm, some were extremely deep whilst some were only permanent cuts.
"Fred and I got these from Tom's sickle. We were able to hide them from Mum, but the bar found out two years later. They always mocked us for it when it would come up in conversation. If we ever tried to assist in a raid, they would think we were trying to regain lost face. Oh if we could just get that Farmer. He would pay double what we paid."
Harry asked, "What's Farmer Tom like?"
"He's is one the most diabolical Muggles I've heard of except... what's his name? Hitman or something, y'know, lived in Germany, Hated the Jewish, killed himself in the end of World War two."
"Do you mean Hitler?" Harry guessed.
"That's the one!" George said, "Apart from Himler, Farmer Tom is the most evil Muggle I ever heard of. He takes every chance to hurt or even kill (At this Harry who remembered he was going to his farm, nearly fainted) intruders. And his three dogs, Wolfhound, Sharptooth and Stinkbreath. He nearly worships. He's like Filch. A sadistic moron. He always carries a shapened sickle to tend to farmland."
"Y'mean he doesn't chop his enemies with it." Harry said in slight relief.
"Only in cases like me and Fred." George said in mildness. 'I think he carries a Muggle weapon called a err... what's it called? Or yeah! A shotgun."
At this Harry did faint, but only just. He was able to regain consciousness before he fell.
"A shotgun!?" Harry exclaimed.
"Yep" George said in grimness.
"Hey!" Ron yelled out. "I think I see the farm!"
They all climbed over the hill known as the "Veil of Safety" to the minors because it was the safest and closest are from the farm. And they saw it... and it was horrible.
It was all dirt, he had obviously been harvesting already. Only a few dead husks were left. The place stank of manure, polecat (Something like a European cousin to the American Skunk), and a horrid rotting stink. The barn stood wooden and tall over the farmland. The produce storage stood near by the barn. In the front, were three crosses with corpses of what looked like nine year olds. And a sin with messy words written in what looked horribly a concoction of blood. mashed innards, and watery mud was written, Burglars Be Warned. And a skull was drawn under wards.
Harry's legs turned to liquid glue but he continued on in fear.
"Alright, Fred an' you too George." Bill said in whispered silence. "We need you guy to help out with his security. If you want to stop know. We won't think you any the worse."
"No way in bleeding Hell" Fred growled. "Right George?"
"Right" George said. And as the group moved like shadows into the (Once was) farm. Both Fred and George thought this. 'This may not be the relaxing vacation I wanted. But it's a damn good one anyway!'
End Chapter
Cliffhanger! Sorry, but I don't want to spread the adventure all over one chapter. Captain-alex-obvious. I am flattered that you started an account just for a review for my story. And I am glad you like it. But I am ion no way desiring to be suicidal anytime soon. But I never read any reviews, so I don't know about accepting signed reviews. Summer's nearly over round here, school statts in a little over a fortnight. Gonna be my BIRTHDAY in two days. (Just to let you know The 17th of August) Thank you for reading my story, but to all the people who are reading. Please review to make an Author Happy.
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P.S Please forgive the numerous spelling errors for Barney the Bartender's accent.
E (Extra).P.S also please forgive me for being mean to Fred and George. But they'll get their moment next chapter and in later chapter.