Harry Potter And The Imprisoning War
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Chapter 10: Inside the Devil's Farm
As the Weasley's and Harry entered the farm trough he 12 foot tall wooden gate stained with blood. They spotted five children about thirteen years old walking around the stone wall surrounding the farm holding rifles.
"Who the hell are these guys?" Charlie said.
"Their Snitchguards" Fred said.
"Who?" Ron and Harry said in near unison.
"Snitchguards" George said. "Their hired guards for Farmer Tom, their given rights to
shoot at intruders. Their all the unpopular kids trying earn a name for themselves."
"We've got to go very quietly from this point onwards" Fred whispered to the party, and they sneaked slowly up the farm.
For the first five minutes, everything went surprisingly smoothly, until Ron managed to stumble on a dead root and shout out in pain.
"Ron, you idiot!" Bill shouted, and they all scampered behind a large oak tree.
"Hey!" some deep grunt shouted out. "Guys! Ther's some 'truders about!"
Two Snitchguards came out of the darkness. At once Harry knew why they were joining Farmer Tom. They were scarred, smelly, acne-infested, rats. They were short and smelled like the essence of the farm. There rifles were long and rusted and had rough pitted bayonets.
"What're yer tolkin aboot" a Scottish sounding boy called out.
"I'm sayin' there's some Burglars about! Ya 'ard 'eaded stupid!"
"Who're you coollin an' 'ard 'eaded stupid?" The Scottish Snitchguard said, slapping the grunty-voiced Snitchguard with his gun bayonet cutting his cheek.
"OW! Shit, you good fer nuthin bastard! What did ya do tha fer?" The grunty-voiced Snitchguard shouted. And he aimed his gun at the Scottish Snitchguard and completely shattered his head in a spray of blood, skull, and brain.
For three seconds, Harry though they were in the clear. But then ten bells were being rung and there were over forty, no seventy shouts of alarm and in the darkness and abyss came a loud voice of pure terror among the numerous unorganized gunshots.
"ALARM! ALARM! C'MON STINKBREATH! WOLFHOUND! SHARPTOOTH!"
"RUN!" Fred and George shouted. And they all scampered.
Sounds of numerous gunshots bellowed into the night. Harry, running for dear life, failed to notice he was running straight for the produce storage barn. He ran into the barn and closed the door.
When he turned around, he was surprised to see great bushels of onions, carrots, lettuces, corn, and beets. There were bottles upon bottles of milk, and package upon package of cheese in brown wax paper. And the meat was well cut into thick strips of beef, and mutton. And there were rows upon rows of barrels on which was etched on metal strips.
Grade-Japanese Smoking Seaweed
When Harry turned around to the door to find the Weasley's he was confronted by a large Snitchguard who raised his gun, cracked Harry's skull, and he fell and knew no more...
When Harry came to his senses, he was attacked by three senses. The sense of pain, as his skull was nearly cracked. The sense of smell, as the place stank thickly of rotting flesh, blood, and metal. And sight as he saw his friends badly beat but conscious. All of which, bloody and tied to a support pole.
"Glad to see ya alive mate' Ron said weakly.
"Looks like you're head didn't get off to good." Fred said.
"You guys aren't much better off then me." Harry joked.
They all laughed weakly.
"Where are we?" Harry asked looking at the dark bloodstained room.
"This is Farmer Tom's basement." George said. "This is his per say 'Torture chamber'"
Harry was in total fear now.
"How long was I knocked out?" Harry asked.
"About half an hour give or take" Bill said.
Just then a door slammed open and a sound of four sets of feet came down. It was three Snitchguards and... Farmer Tom.
When Harry saw Farmer Tom, he knew how the Snitchguards got so ugly. He was scarred all over his face (though not as much as Moody), his eyes were large and insane looking. His mouth had lost his lips, so it looked like a great scar that could move. And his hair was completely ruffled and messed up (Even more than Harry's.) And he was holding the slightly rusty sickle he was famous for using.
And he spoke to them in a ragged, whisper that was none the less audible.
"T-t-the twins." He spoke to the Snitchguards in a weak voice. "Bring them t-t-to me."
The Snitchguards responded and cut Fred and George's bindings and brought them to Farmer Tom.
"LIFT YOUR LEFT ARM!" Farmer Tom shouted and Harry jumped at the sudden increase of volume.
The twins did exactly as they told and raised their left arms. Of which they earned slaps from Farmer Tom.
"NOT YOUR ACTUAL ARM!" The farmer said in pure rage. "LIFT YOUR SHIRT ARMS!"
"Why?" Both the twins asked in unison.
"So I can see something!' Farmer Tom said in a lighter voice because his voice was growing even raspier.
"What!?" Fred said in mock grotesque. "George my dear brother. Did you hear that?"
"Yes" George said in also mock sickness. "Apparently our dear murderer is now a molester and a Peeping Tom! Literally! I'mean his name is Tom"
"SHUT UP YOU RETARDS!" Farmer Tom said in agony of rage. "LIFT YER DAMN ARMS! YER SHIRT ARMS!"
Reluctantly, they lifted their shirt arms and there scars showed.
"Ahh..." Farmer Tom said in nostalgic bliss, touching the scars on George's arm. "How I so remember. So m-m-many years ago. I cut your arm to near separation. I thought you would learn your lessons after that not to enter my farm again."
"We weren't very memorable in this being a lesson rather than a chance to hurt us, wasn't it Fred?" George said in mild thought.
"Yup!" Fred said. "Right brutal sadist you were."
"YOU GOT WHAT YOU DESERVERED!" He shouted. "You tried to steal my crops, ALL of them. If anything, you should be happy I didn't keep you for target practice for my Snitchguards. You are only the third and fourth of the bothersome kids I had to use my sickle on. The other two children died when I was done with them. And know... four more children are added to my victims."
Farmer Tom than moved to Harry.
"You aren't from around here." He said in curiosity, his breath reeking of bad tobacco, burning hair, and whiskey. He had been drinking. "Some London brat I guess, you're in fer an unpleasant surprise. I am Farmer Timothy Hanged-Wellman Gutter. And I live for three things, to drink, to farm food, and to kill any brats who enter my farm as burglars. And I think I'll start with you. Why don't we put a great maggot flap in your belly?"
He raised his sickle to slash a great flap in Harry's chest, when two loud gunshots were fired, and Farmer Tom fell to the ground, two large holes in his back and blood flowing freely, deader than stone.
Harry raised his eyes to see Fred and George holding a shotgun rifle each, and looks of pure fury in their eyes. The Snitchguards were sneaking up the stairs, but Fred went up and pulled them to the wall, breaking over fifteen bones each Snitchguard.
George spoke in a stressed yet calm voice. "Give us your bullets and gunpowder... NOW!"
They dropped a small bag of bullets and a horn of gunpowder each. Fred and George loaded the guns and shot the Snitchguards. They then used the bayonets and broke bindings off everyone else.
"Fred... George... T-thank you!' Harry said in a mixture of fear, fatigue, and amazement. "I owe you big!"
"Forget it!" Fred said. "We just saved your life, nothing to go mad about."
"We've got to get the food, and return to The Gutted Fox straight away!" Ron reminded.
"Ron's right" George said, his voice back to normal. "Did anybody find the produce barn while running from the Snitchguards?"
"I did!" Harry said. "It's about fifty feet from the barn."
"Right!" Fred said. "We'd best get Tommy's truck, since we won't have a chance of getting to the entrance alone on foot."
As they went up the stairs, George was lifting Farmer Tom's corpse on his back.
"What're you doing with Tommy, George?" Fred said in curiosity.
"If we're going to say we've killed the Devil's Incarnate, Farmer Tommy. We might as well carry the corpse as proof."
They were greeted with luck, as they found his produce truck in the drive. As they boarded, (And Fred as fastening the corpse to the front of the car.) Harry asked "Do you remember how to drive a car Fred or George?"
"Sure we do!" they both shouted, and George entered the driver's seat, whilst Fred was in the produce carrier, holding his rifle in case any Snitchguards came forward. And they drove to the Produce barn, where they entered and Fred and George looked in it on reverence.
"Just like old times, eh George?" Fred said.
"Eh, not exactly." George said.
"This is the only place of the entire farm where it is worth being at" Fred said.
They started grabbing the vegetables, meat, and cheeses and packing them in the produce carrier. When they cleared the storage out, Fred looked at the Grade-Japanese Smoking Seaweed barrels in curiosity. He froze entirely.
"George" he gasped. Please come here and tell me I'm not seeing a barrel of Smoking Seaweed."
George ran to Fred saying "What're you talking abou-"he froze and nearly fainted.
"What's wrong?' Harry said in fear.
"Nothing..." Fred said in quiet awe.
"That Seaweed could be worth perhaps 70... maybe 100 Galleons per barrel!" George said in glory.
"What are you on about!?" Harry said, slightly annoyed.
"Japanese Smoking Seaweed!" Fred and George said in exclamation. "George" Fred asked. "Do you want to tell Harry the history on this?"
"Certainly, my brother" George said. "You see Harry, about the time Fred and I were in second year. A new art came about the world from southern Japan. Seaweed smoking, It's like tobacco, but it's not dangerous to your health. You smoke it from a pipe. But soon afterwards, Japan stopped servicing to Europe. So any British-Japanese Seaweed found is an extremely rare and valuable find!"
"It's famous to both Muggles and Wizards." Fred said excitedly.
So they also took five minuets to clean out the Seaweed Barrels. After that, Ron, very tired, leaned on the wall, causing the bit of wall he was touching to jut out, which triggered a secret wall to move in the barn.
Inside the wall were... women. In any other case, Harry would have welcomed this, but not this time. They were completely skeletal thin except for the breasts (which seemed to retain themselves) they looked near dead, and their privates were raw and bleeding. Fred and George stared in horror. Ron looked very sick. Bill and Charlie looked like they were to vomit, Harry was merely speechless.
"What is this?" Ron said in pure fear.
"I've heard of them" Bill said. All of the party's faces turned to Bill. "I've heard about them from the pub. There girls for the Snitchguards. They were captives from nightly raids. They exist in their minds, for there sexual pleasure."
Charlie and Ron that time really did vomit.
"We've got to bring them to the town for help" Fred proposed. They all agreed and opened all of the cages and carried their bodies to the produce carrier where they were stored. Fred and Ron then went in the produce carrier holding the rifles ready to shoot off anyone coming near.
As they were riding, the party heard the alarm bell go off and loud shouts following afterwards.
"You guys ready!?" Charlie yelled to them in the back
"Ready as we'll never be!" Fred shouted.
As the Snitchguards were coming to sense that the truck was being stolen they began firing bullets at the truck. Ron (who had horrible aim) missed the nearest Snitchguard but striking the over roof of the barn taking out four others.
"Nice shot Ron!" Bill shouted.
'Thanks!" Ron yelled in return.
As they rode on, they barely met up with anyone (Which Harry thought, was a miracle.) But as they neared the gate, they spotted the entire Snitchguard corps standing at the gateway, guns cocked at the truck. And the Commandeer (A thin Welsh man) came out of the line and shouted.
"Get out of the truck! We will shoot if you do not exit the vehicle. GET OUT NOW!!"
"You don't have the guts to shoot! Charlie coaxed, poking his head out of the window. "Now get out of the way you lousy sons of b-"
BANG
A shot rung from the Snitchguard line in which Charlie stuck his head back in the truck.
"HOLD YOUR FIRE!" The Commandeer shouted. Those hopeful for shooting reluctantly placed their rifles back on their shoulders. "You are given ten seconds to exit the vehicle"
After seven seconds, Harry and the Weasley's recognizing defeat, stepped out of the truck. They raised their hands when...
BANG, BANG.
Harry had forgotten that Fred and Ron were in the back and they both had shot a bullet. Ron, to some random soldier and Fred, to the Commandeer hisself, both of them fell in a spray of crimson blood, not unlike a fountain.
About five voices called out "Emergency Fire!" And... Blitzkrieg began.
Harry thought there were about seventy soldiers in the Snitchguard, but he was wrong. There were over one hundred and fifty. As the shots rang out, Harry and the group quickly ran back into the truck and braced fire as Fred and Ron risked themselves by firing to the troops.
"What're you waiting for George!?" Bill shouted. "PUT YOUR FOOT DOWN!"
George did as told and went eighty, no ninety, over one hundred miles to the bar. Knocking a round twenty soldiers out of the way, Speeding away, going... going... gone
End Chapter
Hello, I really don't have much to say today, started my first week of school. Not everything I expected. Please review! Also I'd like reviewing in my explanation on battles. Are they crap? Descent or Brilliant (I doubt!) But please review if you are reading. Thank you and good day!