Sorry the line breaks didn't work last chapter :/ Anyway, please read and review.
Days passed, and only a few more more 'experiments' were carried out. One on Luna, who returned with a long, thin scar on her left arm, and a few on Cedric, who returned shaken with several new scars. However, after about a week the children awoke to something that surprised them. The room was at least four times as big as before, and was no longer the horrible grotty colour of before. It was pale blue, and the bare stone floor now had a thin coating of blue carpet! Instead of a tap there was a sink with a bar of soap and a sponge on it, a small cupboard with some food and a large crystal bottle of what looked like lemonade in there, another sink beside the toilet, a long wooden bench along one wall and two double mattresses in the centre of the room. Asleep in the centre of the room were new people: a small girl with gingery blonde hair, a tiny, skinny boy with ruffled black hair, the familiar figure of Fred and George Weasley and a chubby boy with tousled brown hair and big brown eyes. Fred and George awoke first, and looked around in confusion. Then, they quickly made their way over to Ginny, Ron and Percy, who were all curled up together, using each other as protection. They shook their siblings awake.
"Where are we?" Fred asked nervously.
The booming voice sounded, waking the other children. "You are here because you are magical, and we need to carry experiments out on magical children who are not yet 13 to see how you differ from muggles. You must stay relatively quiet and obey us to get food, water and warmth, any naughtiness and extreme noise will be punished."
The boy with black hair blinked. "This must be a wind up, how am I magic? I'm just Harry!"
Soon, the new children had introduced themselves to the old. The gingery girl was called Susan Bones and seemed very sweet, the black haired boy was Harry Potter (Harry Potter!) and the chubby boy Neville Longbottom. Harry instantly got along with Ron and was soon sitting with him on the wooden bench, listening to Ron describe the previous week. He also described things from the magic world which seemed incredible, majestic. Neville, however, was sitting with Luna and Ginny, looking rather astonished that they were being nice to him and occasionally giving a dry sob that he was away from home. Susan had found herself with the twins, laughing with them and enjoying their jokes, knowing that without their humour she would be depressed and scared at being away from home.
"Harry Potter and Percy Weasley, come here." The tallest man spoke, and the children instantly obeyed: they'd seen the state of the others when they didn't. They watched, awe filled, as the shorter man dissolved the door with a careless flick of his wand. They were roughly pushed along a long, bare corridor to a door, which they were forced through. They were in a large clinically clean room, with a white tiled floor and white walls. A girl of about ten with brown hair and a boy who looked perhaps six with a bald head and wide, blinking blue eyes were being watched by two more people. The boy had a prominent hand shape on his cheek, and had evidently been slapped rather hard.
"There will be no surgery for any of you four today. We are going to hit each of you in turn as hard as we can, and record any differences in reaction to pain."
The girl started to cry,
"When will you let us go home! I've been beaten and you've used funny sticks on me which do funny things and starved me and I just want to go!"
The taller man struck her in the stomach and started to speedily write as she writhed on the floor in apparent agony. The boy responded much the same way. Percy stayed stock still, merely closing his eyes and letting a small wince play on his face, but Harry let out a small shout. Suddenly, the man who had punched him went flying backwards and hit the wall, but he did not seem angry in the slightest.
"Good boy, accidental magic." He muttered approvingly.
"Now, you will be taken back to your quarters. Steven, you can handle the muggles, I'll take these two."
As they were pushed back Harry felt a strange tingling sensation in his stomach and it no longer hurt. He had healed himself. He suddenly felt Percy tap his shoulder.
"Run." he mouthed. He broke from the man's grasp, as did Harry, and they began to sprint down the corridor as fast as they could. Of course, it was to no avail.
"Petrificus Totalus!" The man shouted. A curious cold sensation crept through Harry's body, and he fell to the floor. But Percy had dodged it. He carried on running, and- ran straight into another man.
"Escapee, eh?" he laughed, and turned to the man who had taken them back. "Make sure you crucio them good and long, so they get the message." With a cruel giggle, he threw Percy backwards.
Neither boy had ever been in so much pain. The pain shot through them, throbbing, aching, stabbing. He kept them under it for a good half an hour, before releasing them and tossing them into the chamber they were in. Ginny was the first to rush over, her hands clamped over her mouth in horror as she looked at the two pale, shaking boys in front of her. They dragged the boys onto the mattresses and put a blanket over each, and fetched them some water. The after effects of the spell caused them to be shaky and occasionally feel a volt of pain. When they were recovered enough to sit up and act as they normally would, Percy decisively said,
"We need to escape. As soon as possible. This is abuse."
"What do they do to you?" Susan asked nervously, slipping her hand into Fred's. He was slightly shocked, but squeezed her hand.
"Hurt you and hit you and use spells on you and cut you open when they've put you to sleep to look inside of you." Cedric said in a rush. He had been subject to the most 'experiments', and had six scars on varying parts of his body.
"How can we escape?" asked Neville, who was shaking slightly.
"Mass accidental magic." Luna dreamily said. "If we all get very angry at the same time we might knock a wall down."
They were all speaking very quietly, so that their speech wouldn't be detected. But Ginny leapt up from her seat on the bench grabbed Luna and hugged her.
"YES!" she shouted, then realised what she had done and quickly clapped her hand over her mouth.
"No fresh food will be delivered for breakfast after that outburst." The bellowing voice told them.
"I'm sorry." Ginny blinked away tears.
"Don't be silly." Percy gave his sister's shoulder a rub before lowering his voice. "We need to make a bag of some sorts so that we can take all the food and the bottle of lemonade and a few blankets for when we escape. Also, we need to all wash and make sure we're clean, as we could be trudging around for days looking for a witch or wizard to get us all home. We need to go the day after tomorrow, in the middle of the night. We'll have to get angry, so we'll have to think about something that makes us angry. Let's get as much sleep as possible tonight and tomorrow night, and save as much food as possible while still being satiated so that we have enough food to eat while we're escaped."
Fred and George gave Percy a look of new found respect.
"So you're not just pompous." Fred slowly said.
"You do have a brain." George added. They suddenly surprised Percy by yanking him into a huge hug.
All of the children slept well that night, except for two: Fred Weasley and Susan Bones. Fred was mulling over his and George's treatment of Percy. They often pulled pranks on him, made fun of him and had reduced him to tears several times. As he chewed over his stale behaviour, a sour taste grew from his throat to his mouth. He was a bully. He had bullied his brother. Yet now Percy was showing such intelligence, such logic, such care for children he barely knew as well as his own siblings. Why? All because he was a tiny bit stuck up. He felt a fierce guilt bubble in the pit of his stomach, sickening him. Susan was awake thinking about her aunt. Her parents were dead and long gone – her father dead before she was born and her mother dead during child birth. She had lived with her aunt Amelia since she was a tiny baby. In some ways, her aunt was like a mother to her. But she had disobeyed her, gone to play in the woods far past where she was allowed, and she'd been taken. Her aunt would be worrying, upset...What had she done? She stood quietly up from her choice of sleeping area and walked blindly in the dark to the sink to get a drink of water. But as she went, she walked straight into someone else. She staggered backwards and fell straight onto her backside, but felt herself be pulled up.
"Shh, it's only me!" whispered Fred to the child beside him. Though two years younger, she was as tall as him but had taken quite a scare.
"Hi, Fred." Susan gave a nervous giggle and accepted Fred's outstretched hand. Once pulled up, she gave Fred a quick hug.
"I can't sleep." she whispered. He quickly pulled her over to the bench on the wall and replied,
"Me neither. We'll have to sit here for a bit and tire out."
In the morning, Susan and Fred were the first to awake at the glaring white light. They were stretched out on the bench, asleep in each other's arms.
"Let's go back to where we were sleeping, the other's will laugh at us." Susan muttered. She gave Fred a great grin, tweaked his ear and slipped back to her sleeping place beside Ginny.
And so, a friendship was born.