The piercing cries and the blasting of odious words alarmed Fred what to expect when he successfully finds the strength to open his tired eyes. He instantly regretted it. He found himself in the corner of a semicircle, a poorly made semi-circle, his mind corrected as if that was an important fact. He watched, almost in a daze at Ron who was screaming out curses and struggling to rip apart the tightly wound ropes that grounded him to the old worn out chair. Fred and Ron crossed eyes and Fred could see the hate and fear radiating off of him. Another whelp of pain shot Fred's face to turn around, twisting his neck sharply and until the point of sharp pain that made him cry out quietly.
The scream happened again and Fred watched in surprise, in horror, at the sight of his mother. She was bounded like Ron was, like he was, yet she was bounded with handcuffs. She was whining, her face so terrorized that it was red on the cheeks with snot dripping from her nose. She never turned her attention to Fred even when he whispered to her but instead stared wide eyed at her husband then to her daughter, going from one to the other, with no regard for everyone else. Fred too stared at his father, handcuffed to his chair, his body bent, hanging off the chair in a tense way. He looked almost…Fred shook the thought away as he shifted to his sister. He bit his lip at the sight of Ginny, she too was handcuffs, bent in a odd way, but was bruised in the face and cut around the wrist, he knew she was cut, the blood dripping was too oblivious to ignore. If she was conscious he couldn't tell, the way she was leaned over the chair made him believe that she was still in a blessed state of unconscious but the way her breathing was hushed, the way he could hear her breathing, quick and full of panic left him in deep doubt.
The person to her immediate right was Draco, who was sitting still, like a German soldier in Hitler's reign; his lips almost glued together, his eyes still and sat. Draco didn't even look at anyone else, just stared straight ahead stubbornly. Fred blinked at Draco in disbelief wondering how anyone in this situation could act so cruel and uncaring, Fred blamed it on the Malfoy heritage, no Weasley could act so stubbornly. Flicking to the next prisoner, Harry, he could still see the hero in Harry. The way that Harry seemed to take time to look at every person trying to give them his strength, Fred can literary see each person drawing a little of Harry's courage from him. It didn't make Fred feel calmer. Harry did look at Fred though and he instantly lowered his head, already knowing that nothing good will come from mere courage.
Fred tried once again to break the ropes around his arms, nearly crying by the end, unbelieving the fairytale of a successful escape. There was one person left, in a chair parallel to Fred, and Fred didn't want to look. He didn't want to see the state of the last person but found himself already turning his head anyways, his heart beating, beating, with apprehension and fear.
He didn't know what he expected to find but what he did find was more surprising and completely different than what he expected. George was tied to the chair, fine, not even a scratch on him. He was, like Fred and Ron, tied only to the chair by ropes. Fred wondered why everyone but them three was tied in handcuffs. George was just looking at Fred, his hair pulled over his face, his eyes drawn to a slant. Fred found the muscles around his mouth pulled up, a smile prying up his worried mouth.
George just shook his head and signaled to something over his shoulders. Fred took a breath as he carefully turned his head as much as they will go and stared but he didn't see anything but the door to the kitchen. He slowly turned back to George who was watching him with hard set eyes and Fred wondered what George was trying to tell him.
Fred guessed that George saw the wave of confusion flashing across his face because George gave him a look that Fred would never forget. It was a mixture of despair and disbelief, a mixture which Fred hadn't had much experience at seeing. Fred had to look away and back to Ron. Ron stared at him and he stared back. Fred knew what was going on. There was nothing to do but do a continuous loop, staring from one person to the next in both boredom and the overwhelming weight that fear pushed upon him, he already was smooched underneath the massive weight, anymore would leave him a pancake, a perfectly silent pancake that will be too overwhelmed to even think.
Fred allowed another pathetic smile to cross his handsome figure and Ron smiled back showing his usual follower attitude, something that Fred loved about him. Fred was still bored too, he would have whether had whatever will happen already introduce itself to the group than sit here like some vulnerable little damsel, stuck tied to a chair, needing to take a huge piss, and knowing that he may be stuck here for easily a day. NO, he hoped that the people who tied them up was nothing but robbers, and they tied them to finish their robbing, and they will leave the house, the group still tied up in the living room. Yet, the room was still filled with objects, and the smell of warm bread escaping from the kitchen gave that idea a kick.
Ron kept on smiling, almost in a depressing way, as he smelt the cooking food. Fred eyed him carefully, wondering why no one was talking, even though he had a good idea why. Suddenly Ron turned his head away from Fred, staring at something. Fred followed his graze, not happy with the horror on Ron's face. He matched his eyes with George again who instantly held back the fist signs of tears before turning his head the same way that Ron did.
Fred finally witnessed what George was trying to signal to him earlier, the kitchen door swung and in its wake four masked men came strolling out, talking and joking, like you would find at a work Christmas party. Fred glared at the foreign party though slanted eyes, his breathing low and steady, his teeth grinding against each other as he struggled to stop the imprudent words that wanted to escape, ramming against his chapped lips trying to pry it open. He released a tangle of words that he managed to swallow down to a mumble as he turned his attention back to Ron again and Ron sat there with hallow eyes, a dead expression on his face, his lips opened slightly, disgust shoved roughly in his face. Molly was crying, looking so vulnerable that Fred barely recognized her, she looked almost too much of a mess, and he knew it will cause problems now, maybe later, but it will cause something drastic to happen. Arthur was slowly coming around, his eyes would flicker open and shut, flicker open and shut, until he didn't have any more energy left to try. Harry was shocked, whiter than a ghost, palms sweaty and cleansed into tight fists, shoulders alert, eyes widened. Ginny was whimpering, her small form shaking with dread, grasping with stupidly at the four masked men standing in the corner laughing and joking, not even paying any interest in their captives. Draco, in all his pride, still giggled nervously, eyes rushing from the masked men to the house entrance, his lips shivering and his posture even straighter than regular. George sat there calmly, not even glancing once back at their captives and instead sat there staring at the wall with a sarcastic smile lighting up his face, his posture relaxed, and his eyes softened. Fred couldn't tell what freaked himself out more, George's lack of a practical reaction or everyone's somber appearance.
The men weren't helping matters and they weren't being really quiet, even when they were whispering the captives could hear the argument of their captives. The words did nothing to calm everyone down; instead it seemed to make all of the captives dizzy.
"I tell you it will be so easy, I mean we can take her now before he gets here and everything will be fine. He will never find out." One masked man was bold enough to say, his words seeming to surround each person and Harry stared at his wife with dread before growling at the masked men that ignored them.
"Too risky, he will murder you on the spot if you even try and anyways why her, she isn't worth the effort. Just wait until later, we will find you a cheap whore off the streets." Another added and all four roared with laughter. Ginny glared at the men too while Molly gave a thankful sigh out.
"Yet she is the cheapest whore we can get, I mean look at her, we don't even have to waste money on her. She could just spread those wonderful thighs of hers and have some fun." Another pointed out.
"No, she probably is loaded with diseases; you can never tell with dames anymore, women these days have no boundaries." Another added much to himself than the others.
"Yeah you are right, at least with a whore she knows good sex, I bet she probably doesn't know how to give a good lay even if she wanted to sleep with one of us."
"The old woman is a different story though, look at all the young ones that she popped out, her and her husband must have had a really good sex life, if you ask me. They probably couldn't keep their hands off of each other."
"This isn't even all the kids she has; she has three more kids walking around in the world." One added and the others acted shocked and laughed.
"God what horny old toads they are. I wonder if their kids have the same genes. Do you think they all fuck like little rabbits?' Another asked thrusting his hips forward and than back making his friends laugh once again.
"Yeah, I bet that by their parents age their probably would had have each ten kids each."
"Oh my god that was what I was thinking."
"Shut up." Someone yelled and Fred twisted his head around and for the third time felt a snap in his neck before realizing that it was his dad that spoke those two dreadful words. The strangers were mute and Fred could feel his heart pounding with realization. The strangers ripped around and stared at the captives.
One walks away from his group and Fred keeps a unsteady eye on him as he makes his way over walking like a model would walk his runway before stopping before Arthur. He gave Arthur a side stare before leaning down a bit so they were face to face with each other. Fred tensed immediately in his chair, his heart pounding so harshly that he thought it was going to burst apart his ribs.
"You think it is polite to spy on someone's conversation?" The stranger asked and Arthur jerked his head away from the stranger and the stranger laughed his laughter rich with danger.
He jerked Arthur's face back toward him with a painful slap and Molly screams when he did that which only seemed to add to the attacker's amusement. He slapped Arthur a second time and Fred himself had to bite his lip to avoid saying anything.
"You like to spy on people's conversation and then introduce yourself to it by telling them a revolting phase like you had uttered to us?" The stranger asked again and Arthur glared back at him.
"When you talk bad about my family than it is in my right to interfere." Arthur hissed and the stranger glared back while the other strangers broke out in laughter, pointing at their friend with content. Fred shut his eyes and begged his dad not to say anything, pleading and pleading underneath his breath, afraid of opening them. A slap snuck though his ears and Fred let out a rickety breath. Another slap echoed though the house and than another and he could hear Molly wailing and Ginny pleading. The masked stranger kept on screaming with intense lunacy.
"Never interrupt me ever again or I swear I will fucking kill you. You hear that you sick fuck, if I hear another word out of your mouth, even if it is a whisper or a cry, I will cut you up."
He goes in for another slap when another masked figure held him back, "he will be mad at you if you touch any of them," the figure hissed out the warning. The first figure glared at the other one before slapping away the hand that held his hand back and strutting back to the group of friends in the corner. The other followed the first glaring at the captives and then sticking a tongue out at George. Arthur was left glowering, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, a hand shaped slap still outlined on his cheek.
Molly's whispered question was the only sound that any of the captives muttered and it felt like a knife stabbing them in their stomachs when she did, "Are you okay?"
"Are you okay?"
George stared at the darkened sky overhead; tomorrow they will be leaving for home, another summer left in boredom. The school was still in grief with the lost of Cedric and Harry seemed to have almost lost himself, walking around like a zombie, not even a glance of the old Harry left. Fred was more distant than regular, hanging out more and more with the girls and less with him.
"Are you okay?" George blinked and smiled darkly, his eyes darkened with lack of sleep, and his hair dull with depression.
"Why wouldn't I be okay? Cedric is dead; it's just a cause for celebration." George said to Lee, his voice mixed with hate and sadness. Lee sighed as he flopped down next to George only for George to move slightly away.
"Don't," George ordered turning to Lee with disgust, "please just don't. Not today Lee." Lee paused; hurt flashing upon his face as he just stared up at the stars.
"George…"
"Lee." George replied staring down at the ground far below him, how easy would it be to just push Lee off the roof?
"Please just hear me…"
"Lee I can't even stand to be around you anymore. I have became so afraid of you that I am afraid that we even saw each other again that I am going to get hurt. I had a talk with Dumbledore…"
"What…"
"Don't worry, I didn't tell him about the time you tried to molest me, if it wasn't for my brother…"
"I honestly thought you wanted to…"
"I did not." George screamed in anger, "I can't fucking stand you. I hate you."
"George…"
"I told him next year that I don't want to be in the same room as you." George added and Lee looked hurt.
"I don't want you writing me letters over the summer, I don't want to see you trying to sit next to me in the dining room next year, I don't want you sitting near me in classes. I want to pretend that we never met." George looked closely at Lee's face hoping to see his words clicking in Lee's mind. Lee just looked lost.
"But I love you." Lee replied brokenly, staring up at George with tears running down his face. George felt kind of mean seeing Lee's pitiful state but then he remembered, this was Lee's fault. He wasn't the bad person here, Lee was.
"I don't Lee. I didn't like the way that I was afraid to fall asleep in my own room, I don't like looking around me to see if you are following me or not. I can't even go into town anymore because I am afraid that I am going to run into you on my own and you are going to do something we both will regret. I won't do it anymore Lee. Please if you really love me than let me go." George replied brokenly, standing up and making his way back to his room. He wasn't surprised when Fred wasn't in the room, but it still hurt not to see him.
He waited for his brother for hours and when the door opened it wasn't Fred it was Lee. George groaned and rested his head back into his pillow, his body too exhausted to feel any emotion at the minute. He hoped Lee would go to bed but the footsteps kept getting closer. Numbly George searched for his wand and held it close to him as he watched Lee bend down next to the bed, two jars in his hands. George eyed the two jars in suspicion but seeing Lee's bloodshot eyes and stuffy nose he decided to hear what Lee had to say.
"I ruined our friendship, it had been my fault all along and I am so sorry, sorry about everything that had happened. I want to fix it." Lee spoke, his words slow and laced with pain.
"It can't be fixed." George answered, his voice sounding just as pained as Lee's.
"It can be fixed," Lee said and seeing George's confused look he continued, "There is a spell. The spell was made when two witches, a young man and a woman, lost a baby due to pneumonia. They were both destroyed emotionally, their relationship was fading, and every time they saw a baby the broke down. So the father wanted to erase the baby from their mind, erase the pregnancy, erase everything that came with it. He spent two years trying to make the spell but he finally finished it. The spell only will erase the memories that you want it to. The couple successfully lost the memory of the baby but still remembered moving into a new house, still remembered getting married, it just takes out the things that you want to forget about." Lee said and George stared unhappily at him.
"Okay so what…"
"George, this spell had been used thousands of times with successful attempts. It had been used to erase stalkers minds of the people they are obsessed with. Afterwards for a test run they had the stalker and the person alone; the stalker didn't have interest in her anymore. Do you see where I am getting here George? I can erase my emotions for you and you can erase everything that I have done since I asked you out. Therefore I would never like you and you won't feel freaked by me anymore. Our friendship can be saved." Lee replied fearfully eyeing his friend, hoping that he will agree to it.
"It's a real spell?" George asked and Lee nodded bringing out a spell book and opening the book to the page the spell was on. George read the spell for a while looking wearily between the book and Lee before closing his eyes.
"You won't hold anymore feelings for me?" George asked and Lee nodded.
"The spell says that the spell will make you pass out afterwards how do I know you won't harass me after I drink the bottle?"
"I will drink it first." Lee replied and George nodded looking back at the spell book again.
"I don't know I just do…you know what…what do I have to lose? Okay I will do it but we do it when Fred is in the room, just in case." George added and Lee nodded in silence. It took three hours later been Fred showed up, saddened and moody, and George and Lee are just sitting in bed, bottles in their hands waiting until Fred gets dressed for bed and falls to sleep before Lee brought the bottle to his lips. George watched as Lee finished, the bottle disappearing and Lee crumpling over, lying sprayed out unconscious in bed. George stared at the bottle in his hands before taking a shaky breathe.
"I'll be okay," he whispered to himself as he brought the bottle to his lips.
"I'll be okay honey, don't even worry about me. Oh Molly don't give me that look, you know I have had worse done to me." He said in a cloudy voice, turning to his children his eyes only focusing on George, "I'm okay kids. We are all going to be fine. You will see, give a day and the ministry will find us. Just one day…" Arthur trailed off staring out the window with interest, as if the clouds overheard were more interesting than the crying gloomy faces of his family.
"I believe him; everything is going to be okay. Tomorrow we will be shaking but the ministry will find us, arrest these assholes, and give us back the house so we can open up gifts. In a couple of days George will be sent to the loony bin and everything will be perfect once again." Draco announced and George held back his want to say something rude to the younger man.
The strangers started to laugh again and two walked back over to the circle big smiles on their faces. One walked right in front of Draco and whispered lowly to hear him so no one else really could.
"Did I hear something about a loony bin?" He asked and Draco glared back.
"Hey, its okay you can tell us, who is going to the loony bin?" The man asked sounding really interested even though they all know it was just a lie. Draco just smiled at pointed at George. The man leaned forward and laughed his face on Draco's really, really tensed shoulders as he shouted, "off me."
The other man just grabbed a couple of pillows from the couch and hit them together joining in with the laughter. The first started to talk again, his voice rich with laughter.
"Oh my we have a crazy person here, oh no. Crazy needs his padding." The first one sand as the other hit George harshly with the pillows, laughing to the point of hacking, leaving George feeling disgusted as the guy hit him with the pillows again.
"Look I don't think he is very happy." The second one added as he hit George in the face again.
"of course he isn't, crazy people hate clothes and look at all the layer of clothes that he has on, I bet its real suffocating for him." The first one said as he tugged at the shirt. George grasped and tried to pull away feeling embarrassed and mortified.
"Get your fucking hands off of him." Fred hissed, his voice threatening and George sighed.
"And what the fuck are you going to do about it from way over there?" One of the guys shouted out, the other holding George by the hair, keeping his head from reeling back and hitting him in the face.
"Well…"
"I can do something about it." A new voice said and both George and Fred tensed up with the familiarity of the voice. The new figure smacked the guy's hands away from George's hair and glared at them.
"Uncalled for guys, really a day, you fuckers can't go a day without shoving some disgusting man's penis up your throats?"
"No we wanted the girl but from the look of her tits she isn't worthy enough." The first one added and the guy shook his head.
"Get back with the others; I want to introduce myself to my new friends."
"Friends…are you listening to me George?" Fred asked waving a hand in front of George's face. George immediately shined up at the sight of his brother.
"Yeah of course I heard you, why wouldn't I?" George asked with a secretive smile on his face.
"Then what did I say?"
"Something about macaroni?" George asked and Fred rolled his eyes.
"I was telling you that Alicia and I are over, I decided that she was better as a friend." Fred added and George looked at him questionably.
"Duh, you too were always friends, what else would you be?"
"Umm…you know what, you are right we were always just friends." Fred replied as he picked up his wand, "Care to prank Hermione again?"
"I will love to." George replied before looking over his shoulder, "Lee we are beside you the whole train ride right?" George asked and Lee smiled back.
"Never left." Lee replied as George and Fred shut the door. He lost his smile a little, but pushed it back on his face, the spell worked. George never remembered any of the events that happened and Lee even managed to wipe the memory of Alicia and Fred together as a couple as well. Seeing George happy again made Lee feel happy. He just wondered why the spell didn't work on him though.
"I feel so happy." Lee said in the empty room and he lowered his head and took a calming voice, he would get over George and grant George a life that he deserves, and Lee will settle down for a person who will hopefully make him happy.
"So happy to introduce myself but of course I see two very charming faces in the crowd that I had already had the pleasure of meeting before. I guess I should start with my name. My name is John, you don't need to know my middle or my last name because it wouldn't benefit you any." John spat out of his large mouth his eyes glued to a damsel in distress. He took a large step toward the group eyeing each captive in interest. He stopped in front of Molly, her stressed face gave him shivers and he bent down close to her with a whisper.
"Pretty woman." He brushed a hand though her hair getting an angry growl from Arthur and a shocked complaint from Ginny.
"You know what I do with pretty women?" John asked again and Molly shivered.
"Bill, we should go back now." Fleur yelled in the crappy hotel room that Bill got in haste. The room was too small and too dirty and Fleur was terrified to sit on the bed, afraid of what would be on the bed, the bathroom horrible.
"We can't go back honey." Bill said sadly, brushing a hand though his hair and taking a deep breath.
"We have to babe." Fleur offered and Bill shook his head.
"Why, mum is planning on sending my brother to a mental ward." Percy said sulkily, his girlfriend rubbing his shoulders for his comfort.
"I agree that is just uncalled for, I mean did mum lose her head or something?" Charlie uttered and Fleur stared at the Weasleys in anger.
"I can't believe you guys. How old are you guys again? Think about it we might be able to talk her out of it." Fleur declared at the other woman stopped her actions and stared at Fleur in interest.
"Sweetie she has a good point…" She began but Percy caught her off.
"When mum wants something done there is no way of stopping her." Percy hissed out and his girlfriend sighed and rested her head into his back.
"Fine, then you should spend as much time with George as possible before Molly sends him off." Fleur said and all three brothers stared up at her as she continued, "you don't have to talk to her. Just talk to your brothers and sister. I'm sure they all need you at the moment and it would be nice if you all act like responsible brothers for once. Stop feeling sorry for yourselves and speak to them."
The brothers steal glances at each other, their eyes widened with understanding before standing up. Percy smiled at his girlfriend planting a small kiss on those tiny lips that he loved so much.
Fleur stands up as well only for Bill to shake his head, "Fleur I love you so much and I am happy to have you as my wife but I think that only we should go tonight. I think that some really painful things will be said and it would be better if you didn't come tonight." Bill said quietly his anger still deep inside of him and he knew he was going to really hurt his mum tonight.
"Babe maybe you should stay too." Percy said next and his girlfriend nodded her head, before giving him another kiss.
"We will call you guys to come over in the morning." Bill added and Fleur sighed.
"Fine, leave us two girls alone in this dump." Fleur teased and Bill laughed.
"You two know your defensive spells, you will be fine." Bill said and like that they were gone. The two women stared at each other before breaking out in giggles.
"Come on Fleur lets get a drink."
Bill and Percy stared at the Burrow in disinterest. Charlie was already strolling to the door, his head spinning with everything he wanted to say. Bill and Percy rolled their eyes at their punkish brother and ran to catch up with them.
"I swear when I see mum she is getting a lashing." Charlie whispered to his brothers and they agreed. They didn't even bother to knock and instead just busted their way though.
Molly screamed as John hit her harshly against her cheek, cutting her cheek with his ring. Ginny was whining and screaming, her little body shaking with rage, yanking and pulling on her chains with no luck. Arthur was begging and threatening, tears tracing around the bags underneath his eyes, his wrinkles stood out against a shocked reflection. John kept talking and oh his words were so horrible too, "You are such a cunt, a weak ass little cunt, I can't wait until I have your pussy…" Ron had shut his eyes declaring that he would whether not see what will happen. Fred himself was rolling and unrolling his fists, little mumbles of curses radiating out of his mouth but had no wand to use the curses on.
George and Draco didn't look at the scene in front of them but whether stared behind them to the door. The three oldest Weasley children stared in horror at the scene in front of them, their angry words rotting in their throats. George stared back with haunted eyes happy to see the wands already coming out.
Bill went to utter a spell.
"Aveda Kadavra," A new voice screamed and George screamed in agony when Bill hit the ground dead. That seemed to draw the attention from everyone as they too stared toward the door.
"Aveda Kadavra," The same voice screamed again and Charlie fall down as well, his eyes hollow and empty. Percy was left shaking; his wand raised his feet retreating toward the safe outside.
"Percy run." George screeched once again but it was already too late as for the third time the death curse was uttered and Percy fall. Molly squealed, Ginny whined, Ron groaned in agony. Footsteps pounded as someone walked down the stairway, another dragging and pounding sound heard as well. The footsteps stopped, the sound of something falling down the stair was heard, a body rolling to lay with the other dead.
George paled at the body, her blond hair covered in rich blood. Kelly. The footsteps started again and George shook already knowing who he will be face to face with, he didn't want to see him, he didn't want to see any of this.
Still he shivered, feeling sick to his stomach when he heard his mother sigh and his father cussing. A harsh slap upon his face caused his eyes to open and he found himself face to face with Lee. He jerked his eyes away and saw Louis leaning on a wall, his eyes fluming. Another slap upon his face and George took his pained eyes off of Louis to stare at the gleaming face of Lee.
Done, this took forever to write, gosh almost a month. Its about ten pages shorter than what I planned for but since the action really doesn't start until the next chapter it doesn't matter.
I tried to get this out sooner but failed too and the next two will take some time too because of school coming up and everything. Tell me what you think.