Itsy Bitsy trouble

The laborious spider needed to make the next set of loops, but how? Ah, there was a rung up. The run or a step in the human ladder, being sized up by the spider, was Ron's left ear; and Ron being the ladder and construction platform at once. Nice spotted flesh, it is a lovely rung; the small arachnid liked the human, he emitted a little bit of fear pheromones that smelled quite pleasant. A faint giggle escaped the tiny berry-colored lips, and Ron nearly fainted, Yup, I'm nutters, spiders don't giggle. Wrong, this one did, most certainly.

Ron stayed sitting scrunched, hidden under the bush; it wasn't bad inside, it resembled a small cave with light filtering-in. Too much light as far as he was concerned, because it allowed him to check the spider, bent in using his body as a platform.

Ron was trying to keep an eye on the spider, that stood right by the corner of his eye. Suddenly he detected a dark flash, and he saw the spider moving very fast on his shoulder. Oh, holly cow as the Pavarti twins often said, shit where did it go? the next second, he could no longer see it, then a crawly sensation on his left ear, multiple ones, multiple legs, "YYYYYEEEEEEKKKKK!"

Ron's scream could have easily woken the dead, and it was lucky for him that he fainted. He was out before he saw the shadow on top of him, opening the bush, otherwise, maybe, a heart attack might have been in his future. Seeing the critter in the daylight, could have scared him to death.

Fenrir had morphed into the wolf with great speed, he could shape-shift in a second, his clothes would shift by magic. He was in such a hurry with Jay running behind, that he failed to see the shape right in front of them.

Scabior and his two mates ran towards the scream, and by the time they reached it, Bill and Harry were already there. They were trying to catch up to the centaurs who had taken Ron; who was under the arm of one and seemed to be out.

Upon seeing the snatchers and the centaurs in the other side, both wizards decided to turn back and hide if they could, it was about to get dark. The centaurs turned around to pick up their other catch-of-the-day.

Fenrir was hit with a drugged arrow which knocked him out instantly. Jay tried to use Levitation, but his magical skills weren't the best. For unknown reasons, they were let there, so Jay, the snatcher, wanted to hurry and pull Fenrir into hiding, before the Centaurs came back to take them away. Jay was, however, smart enough to know that his best chance was to run.

Farther north, Hermione hid a few feet away and looked at the scene; after a short while, she tried to get closer hoping to help Bill and Harry.

Three down

Hermione was making headway when Jay came up right behind and grabbed her.

Meanwhile, Bill and Harry fought their earnest, when they heard Hermione, "Let me go, now, let me go."

In the moment of hesitation, Scabior had Harry with the wand pointed at him, while Bill had managed to run towards Hermione's voice.

Scabior had already taken Harry's wand, tied him up, and left one of the snatchers watching over Harry.

Bill heard the footsteps, there were two of their attackers. He weighted his options, and chose to hide and observe. He had already seen Hermione, she lay on the ground, and the snatcher held her down with his foot.

Lobo came out at seeing his mate, tied, and a heavy foot on her back; the beast was swiftly taking control. Bill needed a calm head. Lobo stay, I will take care of this, this is not time for hot heads. Bill reasoned, it is your fault that they took her. You should have made her go home.

It bothered Bill to know the wolf was right, And after this was over, I am taking her and locking her up, if my name is Bill.

Yes, believe what you want, but you are putty in her small hands. Now, if you would let me be in charge.

Scabior and the other snatcher, had just arrived at the scene, and things were about to get even worse. Without a smart team leader, the situation would deteriorate even further.

The older snatcher, Jerry, perhaps a little wiser, warned them, "Careful, this is the chit the Dark Lord told us to treat with care, and now, take your foot off her. Excuse us lady, my name is Jerry and remember me, please?" He pushed Jay off her, who huffed in protest.

"I found her and I'll handle her." Jay retorted.

"Scabior, we should make sure her hands are not tied too tight." The one called Jerry advised.

The other two laughed. "Do you really believe that the Dark Lord, is personally going to ask the Mudblood if she is fine?" the other snatcher asked.

Bill had to make an effort not to jump and maybe get her hurt.

"Yes, but how is he going to know if we have us a little taste or two?" Scabior asked while looking at the young witch as if she was a tasty morsel.

"Miss, you smell mighty fine, I like your scarf, and here, I think it will look good on me." He took it and stuck it to his nose. "I wonder if your cunt smells this good, let me show how to please a fine witch." The fool smiled, and Hermione trembled.

They had taken her wand away, and the one who caught her, the smelly snatcher, had pulled her up and was, now, rubbing his erection against her.

"Bill," she screamed, and Jay slapped her so hard that her head rebounded, and her nose started to bleed profusely.

Unfortunately, Hermione's and Bill's 'watchers' were totally incommunicado, the cosmic storm was at its worst, and nobody knew if it was almost over, of if it would last even longer.

Lobo heard his mate calling, and Bill was torn into what to do. He could smell several wizards, he would be at a disadvantage, but he couldn't let anything happen to her.

Scabior was angry, "You idiot, you are going to get us killed. The Dark Lord said not harming one hair, and you made her bleed."

The snatcher unwisely said, "Let's not bring her back, nobody will ever be the wiser, and since we are not bringing her back, let's have a tasty mudblood. There is probably not even a reward."

Scabior wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer, but something was telling him to back up, and to let the others take the fault. Albeit, the witch's looks made him waver; he was taken with her. She was quite beautiful, smelled so nice, and was so very delicate; yes, she was a lady. He wouldn't mind her; he had, however, seen what the Dark Lord could do.

Jerry pulled out his wand and backed from the others, "I'm leaving and will bring back someone with me, I ain't goin' down for either of you. Even Fenrir was concerned with the Dark Lord's order. Jay, you know that, so don't be a fool. Your wife is pregnant. So, remember the snatcher he fed to Nagini for raping the student from Hogwarts."

Jay paled and backed up, "Sorry miss, I was just following my orders, sorry if I offended you."

Hermione's eye was closing from the big slap and had a bad nose bleed. Jay pulled out a real dirty handkerchief and cleaned the blood, she cringed. She wouldn't turn anyone to Voldemort, never. These young criminals were just uneducated thugs, they didn't deserve to be snake food, nobody did.

Scabior still wanted her, but Jerry was his higher. "Miss, if we leave you alone can you tell the Dark Lord that I did?" Jerry asked.

"Tell him that was Fenrir." Scabior suggested, even if all he wanted, was to have her.

"Whatever, " she wasn't going to lie for this scum either; she just would keep her mouth closed.

"Jay, you go and grab the other prisoner, and Scabior, let's get going. We will need to walk to the Apparate point before is much darker, we might have to walk. Yeah, it might be safer to walk." Jerry took over and the others followed the lead.

With a major tragedy averted, Bill left, his heart in pieces; he needed to bring help. What had made Ron scream? It had better be life or death, or he was going to kill him. He needed to run.

Fenrir and Ron

Meanwhile, Fenrir was coming back from his drugged induced sleep, to find he was tied next to the ginger-hair wizard, one of the Weasley bunch.

"What is going on?" Fenrir asked noticing that he was chained around several times. The chains burned, probably had silver in them, and he would prevent him from a complete shift.

Ron refused to answer.

"I am talking to you boy, answer." Fenrir growled.

"I'm not talking to you, filthy wolf." Ron spat, with the bravado inspired by the false security afforded by the chains.

"If I were you and wanted to stay alive, I would start talking. Centaur's justice is merciless and fast. They are after the idiots who killed a young foal. They will split us apart, right by our middle. Are you ready for that? I am your best chance for salvation."

Ron was getting scared, he believed Fenrir. He knew that Centaurs were very strong and had their own rules. "I was caught after I was loud and later heard that they shot you with an arrow." Ron mumbled.

"Why did you scream? I assumed you were the idiot." Fenrir growled.

"Aspiderclimbedonmyear." Ron's voice soft enough as not to be heard by a normal human.

Fenrir heard and broke into a scary laugh, "You fool, your Mudblood, err, Muggle witch is probably in her way to be handled by the Dark Lord, all thanks to you," Fenrir told him with great relish and a bit of anger. He quit raging and looked around the place.

They were in some sort of a pen inside a cave. Judging by the sun, it would be dark soon. The Dark Lord had specifically ordered to save all these fools, and right now it wasn't looking good for either one of them.

"Here, can you reach, I am going to shift a little more, to make myself a little smaller, when I do, I am going to lean towards you and use my nails to cut your rope. They are sharper and deadlier than many knifes, but, since I am in chains and won't be able to shift entirely. I am not doing this for you; I am doing it for everyone, for your friend and her mate; so you make sure you tell her. Or I will find out and you'll answer to me, understood, are we clear?" Fenrir waited for an answer.

"Yes, I will tell them. Yes, I am clear." Ron finally understood that the werewolf was really interested in Hermione's opinion of him, it had to be the golden-bond, he would tell her, he wasn't a dummy.

At the Burrows, the Order-

"I think something is wrong." Molly told Arthur looking at the clock. Bill and Ron were in some kind of distress, but they were alive.

"I am worried for them; I can feel danger in my bones." Molly wrung her hands, and Fred and George who had just come in asked, "Mum, what is going on?"

"I don't know but something is wrong," Arthur told his sons.

Bill had left after he assessed there was nothing he could do, he left with his heart torn and aching. He finally reached Hogwarts, it had taken him at least a couple of hours when he found Hagrid. Who had helped him to get in one of the passages to Hogsmead and from there to an Apparation point.

He just Apparated in the middle of the Burrows' room. Several hours had passed since the others had been taken, and by now, he was pale and desperate.

"Bill, son what happened," Molly ran to hug him, but he ran to the Floo, to wait for whoever was coming to help them. Arthur went with him and with the twins. George and Fred were to return.

The Ministry was in turmoil, after it had been taken over, just the month after Bill's failed wedding. Scrimgeour had barely escaped with his life, but he was taken to Azkaban, and the Ministry was being run by Death Eaters. Something needed to be done; the consequences of Harry being taken were catastrophic, but even worse for Bill, was Hermione's capture.

Most of the Order was there, and thanks to Lucius and Snape, they knew where Voldemort was holding fort. They decided to counter attack. Remus and Tonks had arrived, she was nearly into term.

"I am going, it is my job," Tonks argued.

"Absolutely not, "every one told her.

"But you are all going, what I am going to here, all alone?"

"Darling this is only a rescue mission," Molly tried to appease her.

At that moment a pop sounded, and Dobby was there as well.

"Mister Lucius send me to tells yus they has Master Harry and his friend Misses Granger. They don't be in the dungeons but locked in a guest room. The Dark Lord is gone, but should be back in a couple of hours. Mr. Bill for yous, Mr. Lucius tells to come into an old part of the Manor, I goes with yous. He said to hurry."

"Lucius?" Remus sounded baffled.

"Yes, he has been working with us for a few weeks. In exchange for protection for him and his family, he is a prisoner of Voldermort at his own place. " Arthur answered.

Molly had gone to get a hot drink and a sandwich for Bill. Charlie had just come in with other Order members, to include Fleur who stood in the back. She was subdued and shy, and didn't want to be left on the he outside. Several wizards dressed with plaids joined them; Cormac was one of them.

They were going to be at severe disadvantage, the professors at Hogwarts weren't going to be able to help. They had to maintain the impression of normalcy, thus, had to stay at the school. They hstay put in order not to alert the Death Eaters, who crawled all over Hogwards.

The group finished making their plans, getting prepared, and before leaving they all held hands, for Ted Tonks led a prayer from the old religion, and all drank the potions prepared for them.

Before leaving Remus came to Tonks, "I love you, if anything shall happen to me, take care of our son. Please take care." He kissed her. "Promise me you will wait here."

"I cannot promise, if I sense you are in danger I am going to come." She said stubbornly, and for the first time ever Moony liked Pinky.

The Floo sounded again, and more supporters were coming in, amongst them were Viktor and some of his friends.

"We all have to go in at once. Lucius's note says the pass will work for all those who are holding to the ones holding on to me. This means nobody else will be able to follow us."

At the Centaur Cave

The sun was nearly out, when Ron finally cut through the rope using Fenrir's giant claws. He had already decided not to anger the werewolf.

"Boy, when I tell you, you hold on to me, we are going to side-along outside Malfoy Manor. You must pretend I am holding you hostage. I see our wands at the shelf near the entrance. It makes sense, they will break the wands right before they kill us. Don't think about not following my orders, because if not today, one day I will find you and tear you to pieces. Is that understood?" Fenrir growled at Ron.

"Yes, yes sir." They heard the galloping of many, maybe a couple hundred of meters away, but they turned into another direction. They both puffed in relief.

"I got it, I am free," Ron was shaking the ropes loose, for a second he thought of running for the wand and leaving Fenrir behind; however, he already knew that alone he ran bigger risks.

"Get the wand, quickly, and then free me." Ron ran and after two tries, the chains fell out.

As Fenrir was freed, and they were fixing to side-along when they saw several centaurs coming into the cave.

"Idiots, the young prisoner with the ginger hair, he wasn't a Snatcher, he is Potter's friend, and you tied him with the werewolf. Great, now the Death Eater has him. Let's send someone to Hogwarts to alert Mrs. McGonagall. We need to find out where the snatchers took him. One of the others, that our warriors, nearly, caught must have been Potter himself, everyone get ready to battle." The dark Centaur commanded.

At the Manor

Hermione's eye had shut down, the fools didn't know any healing spells. Darn, the pain was intense, and she was sure the brute had broken her nose. She was crying, but not because she hurt. No, she cried for Bill, for Harry, and worried the centaurs had killed Ron. She'd thought the Centaurs were with the Light, so why take Ron? Because somebody had murdered a foal, and now they had lost a powerful ally.

Narcissa Malfoy entered the room.

"Miss Granger, I trust you are well under the circumstances. Oh, dear me who messed your face. Mipsy!" she called.

"Cissy," a new arrival was coming thru the door, a disheveled Bellatrix.

"My, oh my, what a delightful surprise." She clapped her hands in glee," Look here what the what the Cat-chers dragged in." Bella's eyes gleamed with evil intent.