A/N: Three more chapters left and that makes me sad...well, enjoy.
A Malfoy Named Weasley
Chapter 7, Rapunzel, The Solstice.
Laura sat in the corner, there but not there. Not eating brought her in and out of current state of mind. The water kept her from dieing though. Two of the Death eaters came and picked her up, it only took one. They took her around to the back of the barn. There was a stick, rather like a giant plank of wood.
Laura screeched as billions of possible things they could be doing entered her mind. With a flick she was silenced. She didn't have the energy to struggle as they tied her to the plank. It reminded her to a movie Hermione had showed her. The muggles had tied witches to sticks, or hung them or something of the sort.
Remus, Ron, Hermione, Harry, Tonks, and some other order members were gathered around in a circle. They lifted their head as they heard a screech, they were going to wait another minute, but decided it best to leave right then.
"Come on." Remus whispered. They came out from behind several bushes. The group head towards the barn, not even a mile away.
"Awww, you afraid?" One of the death eaters mocked. Tears dripped down Laura's face as he spoke. She was only 12, she knew nothing, and she thought she probably never would.
One of the hooded figures seemed to be polishing a sword. One of the few men whose hoods were down smirked as he saw her staring at the sword.
"Admiring the sword, the sword that will be used to kill you?" He taunted. Laura shed more tears as the man approached her. Suddenly she could talk again, she wasn't sure who lifter the spell. She was actually rather glad she would be killed, she thought she might go insane other words.
"They'll save me." Laura whispered. Everyone chuckled; Laura just hung on that thought. Someone had to come, she was Rupunzel, and a prince would come and save her because in the fairy tales nobody but the bad guys died. The man with the sword gently ran it across her cheek; it was so sharp that it still cut her, badly. She cried out in pain as the blood dripped down into her mouth.
"You thought that hurt?" Someone asked. Laura tried to shake her head no, but it was pointless. Tears were steadily falling from her eyes; she didn't need to deny it, it hurt. The man then gave her a rather deep cut on her left arm, she screeched in pain. They laughed. Again they gave her cuts, not that deep, and then they laughed and laughed. Laura was sobbing; she wanted them to end it.
"It was fun having you." The man said. He aimed the sword for her heart; he slowly pulled his arm back, and jolted it forward. Then hexes were thrown in all directions, the sword missed and was stuck in her stomach area. Her scream echoed in everyone's ears as war broke out. Rapunzel wasn't supposed to get hurt.
