Disclaimer: I'm too young to be Rowling so there is sadly no way Harry Potter is mine…

Placing:Afterthesecond war.

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BOYFRIEND TIME

THE WAITING ROOM

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"Er… does anybody know why we're here?" A nervous looking young man asked.

The others in the room looked at him, some of them with surprise in their eyes, some of them with confusion.

"Not… exactly," one of the others said hesitatingly. "But I was told something about an interview…"

"And of course, that brought you here without any objection, Weasley," the young man next to the nervous one said with an eye-roll.

Percy Weasley looked at both of them with contempt.

"Of course not," he told them stiffly. "It was more that I wasn't given a chance to object when I was asked to come here."

The others exchanged a glance at that.

"Well – you could say it like that for us as well," the nervous looking young man said slowly.

The other one, next to him snorted.

"I think that being kidnapped from the middle of Diagon Alley is something different compared to being 'kindly persuaded'."

Percy Weasley looked at the other two in surprise.

"You were kidnapped?" He asked blinking.

The two exchanged a glance.

"Together with Gregory Goyle," the nervous one agreed.

The one next to him nodded slowly.

"I somehow had the impression that we weren't the actual target," he said slowly. "We were just… convenient."

Percy Weasley looked at the door where Goyle had been sequestered away together with his curly-haired, glasses-wearing kidnapper.

"I somehow think that you might be right with that idea…" he told the other two Slytherins.

Those two looked at the doors as well.

Then the nervous one sighed and sat down next to Percy.

Then he held out his hand towards the Weasley.

"Theodore Nott," he said. "Nice to meet you."

Percy blinked but in the end, took the hand and shook it.

"Percy Weasley," he replied. "Likewise."

The other Slytherin also held out his hand.

"Blaise Zabini," he said. "Nice to meet my fellow prisoners."

The other two snorted and Percy took his hand as well.

"That's one way to put it," he said amused and then looked at the door where a violent looking, blond-haired man in a black suit and a gun in his hand stood.

On the other end of the corridor another blond in a grey suit was standing, also a gun in his hand. Next to him an identical man was leaning against the wall, watching them while fletching one arrow after another.

Percy didn't even want to know what the man would do with all those arrows in the end…

Instead, he turned around and looked at the last person in their group who was leaning against the wall next to them while fiddling with a pen nervously.

Blaise sighed in that moment and then sank down next to Theodore Nott.

"Considering that they took our wands I'm quite sure that 'prisoner' fits quite well," he told the Weasley.

Percy grimaced.

He remembered quite well the sinister looking man with the umbrella who had first talked him into following him into his car and then had taken away Percy's wand faster than Percy had been able to look.

Percy frowned.

"Or maybe," he thought. "It was the guy with the arrows who took away my wand. He was there, too, after all…"

It was then, that the last of their group decided to finally speak up.

"At least you weren't just grabbed by your shirt and taken here through the air," he said darkly. The others looked at each other at that.

"Grabbed and taken through the air?" Percy Weasley asked confused.

Dean nervously played with his pen some more.

"Yeah," he said and swallowed nervously. "Grabbed from behind and then forcefully flown here."

Percy shuddered – and he wasn't the only one.

"I think," Theodore Nott said slowly. "I prefer to be stuck into the back of one of those muggle vehicles and be transported here a bit roughly."

Percy shuddered again.

"I prefer to actually come here quite nicely in the back-seat of a car, thank you very much," he told the others.

Three people looked at him with a bit of envy.

"They actually asked you nicely?" Theodore asked jealously.

Percy frowned.

"I'm not sure if it was nicely," he pointed out. "They stalked me, called every phone box next to me on my way to lunch and back and then asked me to enter the car or else…"

The others shuddered.

"Somehow," Dean said, a bit pale in the face. "Those people all sound creepy."

The others nodded, looking carefully at those people standing at the entrances around them. They shuddered at the thought that they were surrounded by people who had no interest in their rights and instead just used every means possible to get them here – for whatever reason…

In that moment, one of the doors opened and Gregory Goyle was guided out of the room with a confused look on his face.

"Are you alright, Gregory?" Theodore and Blaise asked concerned.

Percy meanwhile looked the boy over.

He didn't look worse for wear, so obviously the people who had grabbed them, had at least not harmed him, but he looked confused and turned every other second back to take a look at his interrogator – a man who looked a lot like Harry Potter.

Percy frowned at that thought and wondered if the similarity was coincidence or brought into play deliberately.

Were they here because of something about Harry?

But if they were, shouldn't those people have taken Ron and Hermione instead of them?

Percy dismissed those thoughts when the man glared at Goyle and then looked up to one of the people guarding them.

"I'm done," he told them. "He's out. The next one can get their turn."

Percy shuddered.

He definitely didn't want to be the next one – and from the looks of it, nobody else wanted to be it as well…

"Sure," the one in the grey suit answered, his gun still in his hands. "I'll tell the others."

With that, he nodded at the identical man next to him who stopped fletching arrows and instead took the gun from the grey suit's hand when the other one handed it to him.

Then the suit left the hallway, leaving the rest of the wizards unwillingly gathered there at the mercy of the identical man who smiled a bit creepily at all of them.

Percy gulped.

"Don't worry," the identical man said. "I think, sometime tonight we will be done with all of you and maybe, if you're unlucky, this all will be over then…"

Percy swallowed, but refrained from pointing out that he would be more unlucky if it wasn't over by then. Who knew, maybe death might be preferable to the psychological torture that waiting in the hallway for something unknown was.

He looked back to Goyle, just to see him escorted to another door, where he was received by a friendly looking man with blond hair and kind eyes.

Percy got the feeling, this man was one of the true predators in the room – ready to kill at a moment's notice.

He shuddered and turned away from the scene of Goyle walking to his doom.

Maybe, the identical man with the arrows was right and the truly unlucky were those who weren't in their company anymore but with the man with those kind and hidden cruel eyes…

"Now, children, don't dawdle," another man with dark brown hair, a maniac gleam in his eyes and robot parts on his wrists, said while entering and rubbing his hands. "Who's next?"

Somehow, Percy gratefully guessed, that it wasn't him… not that he envied the one who was – at all…

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That was the hallway. Yep, I did follow the request of one of my readers to give a view of the hallway and those currently waiting for their interrogation… xDDD

Hope you liked it.

'Till next time.

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