I'm really sorry it took so long but my disk decided to screw up. i started re-writing even though i didnt want to then imag turned out to have a copy of the whole story so i was like YAY!
anyways on with the story and im thirteen by the way :)
did u expect that or nope?
Watching with an emotionless mask she saw her brother being dragged through the masses of Death Eaters. The Death Eaters spitted and taunted Fred as he walked forward with his head hanging low.
Ginny winced when she noticed the numerous bruises and cuts littering his skin. It pained her to look at them.Fred's arms and ankles had chains wrapped securely around them.
They were too tight.
The shackles cut into his flesh and chafed against the cuts that were slowly forming.
He didn't care though.
All he thought about was death of his brother.
He fell to the ground in a slow motion and stared at the cruel faces above him. Numerous kicks were aimed at him.
He didn't feel them through his grief.
A kick was aimed at his face and it didn't miss.
He curled into a defensive ball and gazed ahead with dead eyes.
The swarm of black hoods and cold pitiless eyes suddenly cleared away.
A cool hand touched the side of his face.
The dead eyes of her brother glanced at a crying yet smiling Ginny.
Fred smiled up at her before gently clasping her hand in his own.
Everybody thought she was dead.
It felt to the both of them as if they hadn't seen each other in an eternity.
There was a silent moment of peace for the both of them after what seemed like lifetimes of solitude. This moment of tranquility broke soon.
Nothing could ever stay right nowadays.
Both knew this.
"What the fuck are you doing!" a furious voice yelled at Ginny. The sound of a slap was heard a second later, it continued in a monotonous tempo before she too fell to the ground.
Fred had looked away from the beating until he heard the dull thud of her hitting the ground.
Turning to face her he saw that she was unconscious.
He also noticed something else though. Over the years of living in the Weasley household he had come to recognise when somebody was pregnant.
In an abandoned street lined with grey houses.
Bailey strained to see in the dark, she was on a low-risk scout mission. The squad she was in was sent as a scout for the area. Her squad was one of the many squads protecting one of the major Medical Crosses.
A shard of glass cracked under Bailey's boot. She winced, it seemed so loud.
Everybody held their breaths.
Waiting.
When nothing was heard they started to breath again.
A click was heard up ahead.
A split second later curses started raining from the darkness in horrifying green lights from everywhere.
Bailey was overwhelmed the curses seemed to be coming from everywhere and her squad was getting killed, fast.
"Lumos!" she yelled the spell which first came to her head.
A Babbling Curse had been placed upon one of her squad. The girl who was cursed lunged at Bailey laughing and babbling to herself.
The Death Eaters situated in this building were just toying with the lot of them.
"Diffindo!" A soldier screeched angrily saying the first spell that came to his or her head. The sound of flesh ripping in two was heard a second later and also the sound of a body dropping to the ground. It was silent.
For a moment only the sound of the cursed girl's ramblings were heard.
Then the real fight began.
She ran from the battle scene with tears streaming down her face.
"Just…a…journalist! Not…ready!" She gasped in between sobs.
Bailey nearly went smashing into the wall as she clambered into a small room. Hiding behind a couch covered with a plain white sheet she sobbed loudly while gasping for air. It felt as if she had been in the deserted house for an eternity when really it had only been five minutes.
She recalled back to the battle scene. After that Death Eater had been shredded with the Diffindo spell the Death Eaters had lit their white masks with a charm.
It was terrifying seeing the floating masks.
It was easier to terrify a soldier out of retaliation rather than fighting them.
The Death Eaters ghostly masks were everywhere and frightened chokes broke the airs charged silence.
Bailey suspected that these Death Eaters had been new recruits stationed at the old house to wait for more commands.
It was common knowledge that the new recruits were far more reckless, merciless. Dangerous
As she choked back more sobs as she heard strangled screams and yells of help, she heard footsteps.
Turning swiftly around she scuffled closer against the couch's white sheet.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
The noise was deafening.
She whimpered when she heard the footsteps stop.
A rush of air.
A struggle.
"What have we here?"
Bailey was found naked three hours later with her ankles and wrists nailed to the floor.
They had taken her sight.
