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Behind Fred, Harry was moaning clutching his scar, he imagined it was because Voldemort was standing in front of them, his eyes on Harry.
The occupants of the room, excluding Fred, Harry, Ron and of course Hermione, who was passed out in Fred's arms on the ground, bowed low.
"Weasley, evidently my least loyal Death Eater, you didn't bow, how extraordinarily brave of you, or extraordinarily stupid." he didn't seem angry, in fact his tone suggested that he was simply making a carefree remark, but Fred knew better. It was obvious to anyone what was going on, what he was daring to do. He knew he had to get out of there. Might as well go out with more of a bang than he already was.
"Yep, Moldie Voldie, so nice to see you again. Catch you later, don't wait up!" and with that he grabbed Hermione tighter, and Ron and Harry both put a hand on his shoulder, knowing that he was their ticket out of there.
Fred apperated to the first place he could think of that was warded, hopefully, enough to keep out death eaters. He, even though he was a death eater, was specially keyed into the wards and could apparate there. The Burrow.
It was late afternoon by now, he had been at Malfoy Manor for the whole day, it felt like much longer.
He had broken his cover. The first rule of being a spy, was to avoid breaking your cover at, quite literally, all costs. He supposed that the life of Harry (Ron and Hermione), and quite possibly the war, would be worth it, but now he had to deal with the consequences.
Most of the Weasleys were sitting down at the table to eat what was, presumably, a late lunch. Molly and Arthur were there, George was surprisingly there, and Ginny was there (she had been pulled out of Hogwarts months ago).
When they arrived, the Weasleys all stood up, and ran into the living room, all to used to people in crisis apparating directly into the house.
Ron and Harry were on either side of Hermione, who was on the ground, unconscious, her arm bleeding heavily. Fred appeared to be in a panic, but when he saw them, he wiped it off his face. It came back only a moment later.
"Harry?!"
"Ron?!"
"Hermione?!"
"Fred?!"
Was what greeted them, their tones were astonished at seeing Harry and Ron, horrified to see Hermione, and mostly confused as to why Fred was with them, and why he was clutching his left arm.
Everyone kept talking, and Fred, who couldn't stand the noise right now, took charge. His voice took on the authority and confidence he used when leading or participating in Death Eater raids.
"Shut up! Everyone right now! Be quiet" that tone of voice was so uncharacteristic for lighthearted, joking Fred, that everyone shut up.
"Now, listen carefully, I'm only going to say this once." he took a deep breath, after this, there was no going back.
He continued, his voice losing confidence, and becoming nervous, though it was still authoritative,"I was an undercover death eater," he raised his voice, he was practically shouting now, to get them to shut up, which they did, when they saw he was going to explain, he lowered his voice to a normal tone again. "Undercover, as in a spy, for the Order, being the operative word. These three" he gestured to huddled mass that was Ron, Harry and Hermione (Harry and Ron were already healing Hermione, she had taught them how to when they were on the run).
He continued, "got themselves captured, by snatchers, and taken to Malfoy Manor, where I was called to early this morning, to identify them. Long story short, we broke out, under the Dark Lord's nose no less, and I had to reveal that I wasn't so loyal to them after all."
He paused for breath, and then looked towards the fire, "and now I have to go get Sev, because he is the only one who knows what to do now."
The rest of the room, excluding the Trio, who were either healing or unconscious and being healed, was shocked into silence. George looked like he was waiting for someone to tell him it was a joke: he kept glancing between Fred's and the Trio's face. No one told him it was a joke.
Fred crossed to the fireplace and tossed in a handful of floo powder from the bowl on the mantle, "Severus Snape". Fred, in front of the fireplace, got down on his hands and knees, and put his head into the neon green flames.
He peered out into the dark room, it was headquarters. The spies for the Order, used an old house, in some woods somewhere, as a headquarters, for when they were injured or needed to mentally recover from something and couldn't go home (they were spies, and none of their families knew). The house was fixed up, and actually very nice on the inside. It was huge, and each spy knew to keep to their own part, no one wanted to be seen or see another spy. It was all very secretive. It was heavily warded, and you could only get in if you were specifically keyed into the wards.
The room that he was looking out into, he assumed was Severus's, and started to yell for him when no figure came into view.
"Sev! Severus get out here! SEV!" after only a few moments of yelling for him, he came into view, looking paler than normal, though his face remained the same.
"What is it? You've never called me before." that explained his pale face, he was worried.
"I had to break cover, get over to the Burrow ASAP!"
Fred pulled his head out of the fire before Sev could get out a coherent sentence for shock.
In the Burrow, George and Ginny were both in a rage, having come out of the shock-like state they had been in.
Molly was sitting on the couch, a somewhat confused look on her face, and Arthur was helping Ron and Harry with Hermione, who was conscious and sitting on the couch, Harry, Ron, and Arthur gathered around her.
When Fred faced the room, George came over to him looking furious, Ginny hovered behind him. George opened his mouth, but whatever he was going to say was cut off by the floo sounding. Severus Snape entered the room, to stares and looks of confusion.
"Fred, where are you?"
Fred stepped away from George, and said, "Here."
Snape pulled a purple potion in a glass container, and handed it to Fred wordlessly.
"Auch, this stuff again? It's disgusting!" he made another noise of disgust, but pulled out the stopper nonetheless. He raised it as if he was going to make a toast.
"Cheers." he drank it as fast as possible, grimacing at the bitter taste.
Snape ignored him, "Is this a safe location?"
Fred knew what he meant, was it safe from Voldemort?
"I'm not sure. Mum," he turned to Molly on the couch, "would the Burrows' wards hold up if the Dark Lord were to want to pay a visit?"
Fred began to pace vigorously, fear starting to creep in.
"I-I don't know." Molly responded.
"Then we should leave."
"Right. Where to?"
"Not headquarters. There are others there."
Fred nodded, thinking.
"Hogwarts?"
Snape looked thoughtful, "he can get in there?"
"Maybe not then… What about the Ministry?" Fred was sure that the Dark Lord couldn't get in there.
"I suppose that would work, Department of Mysteries." There were people that knew he was a Death Eater, and would know what to do.
Fred nodded in agreement. Snape and Fred moved to the floo.
Behind them, George spoke up, "I want to come to." Molly and Ginny voiced their agreement, and that they wanted to come as well.
Snape pinched his nose, between his eyes, and looked to Fred. Fred went rigid, his left arm, on fire. He looked to Snape, "It's started."
Snape immediately went stiff, and directed Fred to the fireplace, time was now urgent. Fred flooed, and Snape turned to the Weasleys that had said they wanted to come, "Molly and Fred's twin may come, that's all." with that, he turned to the floo himself, and flooed to the Department of Mysteries.
"Ginny," it was Harry who had spoken, he had seen Ginny, now that all his attention wasn't focused on Hermione. Ginny and Harry ran to each other while Molly and George flooed to the Ministry themselves.
Snape had put up blocks on the fireplace at the Dept. of Mysteries, so that Ginny wouldn't have made it there if she had tried.
Unspeakable, though they were everywhere, knew to clear the area when Fred Weasley (or any of the other spies, which they all knew,) came through. Especially Snape.
In minutes, when everyone was through, only three Unspeakable remained.
They all were men, and two looked very worried. The other looked cold and detached. Eyes focused on Fred, who was shaking, and moaning slightly.
Snape was looking very worriedly at Fred, and pulled another potion out of his pocket, this time an electric blue. He handed it to Fred. Who drank it with no hesitation, his hands shaking, a lot, spilling some of it.
Fred, with nothing else to do while Snape explained things to the Unspeakables, began to pace again.
"Oi, Fred, why'd you break cover?" one of the Unspeakables asked.
Fred replied in a distracted voice, "Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley were captured, and I got them out. Had to break cover though."
One of the friendlier Unspeakables wrote this down on a notepad he had summoned.
When a spy had come back from a mission, or had names or something else to report, he/she would report it to these three Unspeakables. It was their job.
"On a scale of 1 to 10, how much does your arm hurt?" it was Sev that had asked.
"4." Fred's teeth were gritted. The other Weasleys looked confused.
"Wait why would he be in pain? What's going on?" Molly sounded confused and angry. Mother bear mode.
Severus turned to her with a look of strained patience. "The Dark Lord can tortue death eaters through their mark, and kill them if he wants, though that ends up killing all with a mark, so he won't do that. I imagine he's using the Cruciatus curse."
"What!?" that was George, breaking his silence.
"Yes, well I assure you, it's not enjoyable," Fred said snobbishly, not having the patience to deal with this. "Can we go somewhere else?" Fred continued.
The Unspeakables nodded, knowing what he meant. John, the Unspeakable that had most often been the one that Fred reported to, and had built up a friendship with, beckoned to Fred and lead him away leaving everyone else to follow.
Fred was lead to one of the rooms that was used if headquarters wasn't operable. It had a bed, a desk with chair, and a bookshelf half full with a random assortment of books. Snape was the only person that Fred allowed in the room with him. Snape had seen him in pain enough times that it was no longer embarrassing. His family on the other hand, would be very embarrassing later. Fred did know, and was okay with, that the room was being monitored, and that his family and the Unspeakables would be able to see what was going on. Oh well, he could live with that, he just didn't want his family's faces to be associated with pain in his mind.
He and Severus, as death eaters had already seen each other in pain on a regular basis. They were in the service of Lord Voldemort, even for the most loyal death eaters, that tended to be rather painful.
In the room, a room that Fred was painfully used to, as he had been there many times after being punished by the Dark Lord, when headquarters wasn't available, Fred and Severus didn't talk much.
Severus summoned some papers (he imagined they were from Hogwarts, where he was headmaster) and sat at the desk. He calmly began to write on them, with a quill and red ink.
Fred went to the bookcase, trying to stuff down the rising pain, it was only a matter of time before he started screaming. The Dark Lord was playing with him, slowly increasing the pain, making it more painful with the slowness of it all. He was clenching his hands, and kicking at the ground, trying to not focus on the pain. Eventually after a lot of scoffing, picked out a book that suited him. Ironically, it was on the dark arts. He was a bit surprised that they would have something like that at the ministry, but he supposed that the room had been created with death eaters in mind.
He crossed the room, book in hand, and laid down on the bed. A few pages later, he was moodily sitting up again, back against the wall.
He couldn't do this. He was under the cruciatus curse! Not only that, but it was Voldemort's curse, and here he was sitting down, reading. It was laughable.
He began to laugh. Insanely. He stopped abruptly, to see that Severus had stopped writing and was looking at him like he was insane. Sadly, he might not be to far off. That just made Fred laugh even harder. He could just imagine his family's looks of horror and worry. He shrugged it off though, they couldn't possibly understand what he was dealing with. It felt like his arm was on fire, literally. He looked down at it, his entire arm was red, the dark mark itself was a livid black, it looked as if it was moving on his arm.
Fred swallowed. He almost started laughing again. When he saw the expression of horror on Severus's face when he looked at Fred and his arm, he busted out into peals of laughter. He, still laughing, rolled over on the bed so that he was on his stomach. He lay his head down on the pillow, face down. His hands grabbed the ends of the pillow, and pulled them around him. He was still laughing, and he wasn't sure if it was noticeable when his crazed laughter turned into screams; Voldemort had upped the pain, it was now easily a 7 or 8.
He didn't hear the door open and close, as Severus got up and left, a grimace on his face. He had left the paperwork on his desk. He closed the door behind him carefully.
When he left, he knew that he had to check in with the three Unspeakables, and make sure that Fred was being watched and monitored.
He quickly navigated to the room that he knew they were in. It was only a short distance from the room that Fred was in, so that if needed someone could rush over to Fred. He opened to door without knocking.
Inside, the three Unspeakables were quietly talking among themselves, behind the two Weasleys, who were sitting on the edges of their chairs, both in tears. They were watching the room that Fred was in from a muggle television screen in the front of the room. Currently Fred was still screaming into a pillow, though the volume was toned down on the television.
"I wanted to give him some privacy, so I came in here." he stated shortly when everyone looked at him questioningly. He sat down a few feet away from the Weasleys in a chair he conjured. There were a few minutes of silence, as everyone resumed watching the screen, and the Unspeakables continued to talk in hushed tones.
"Why did he join the death eaters in the first place?" it was George that had raised the question, and Snape assumed it was passed at him. He didn't look at anyone when he answered, instead his eyes were locked on the screen.
"You can imagine what it would be like, to be on the light side, with nothing to do, until the dark attacks. Everyone who became a spy, willingly," he referred to Draco Malfoy, who had had no choice in being a death eater, only a spy, "did so because they felt helpless."
George continued in his line of questioning, "Who else is a spy for the Order?" He was taking all of this surprisingly well.
One of the Unspeakables answered, "That's classified."
George blinked a few times, then nodded. It wasn't that surprising.
Snape chuckled, and answered his question. "Draco Malfoy, Luna Lovegood, Fred Weasley, and Neville Longbottom."
Behind him, the Unspeakables started groaning and glaring at Snape. He wasn't authorised to tell anyone that.
Which they promptly told him.
George, and even Molly, looked shocked.
George was the first to voice it, "Loony Lovegood? A death eater?"
Snape shot him a vile look, and sharply reprimanded him. "She's risking her life, and limb" he nodded to the screen where Fred was openly screaming and twitching, now on the ground, "to supply us with information that has and will save lives, show some respect."
George opened his mouth, looking like he was going to reply, but upon seeing the murderous expression on Snape's face, he thought better of it and nodded. His and everyone else's gaze soon returned to the screen.
Fred seemed to be doing well, considering what he was going through. It actually looked like he had passed out. He was still screaming and twitching, but it seemed that he was unconscious on the bed.
There was nothing anyone could do for him, no potion had been found that could relieve the pain. It was individual to Lord Voldemort, no one had found out a way to stop or prevent it yet.
Severus was, at this moment, running through potions and combinations in his head. He was frantic, he needed to come up with a potion soon, or else it would be to late for Fred. He was panicking on the inside, but no one would ever be able to tell, he was to good at Occlumency for that.
Suddenly, a brain wave came to him. It might work. He stood up suddenly, and ran out of the room. Inspiration had struck.
He ran, all dignity and composure forgotten, to the floo. He flooed to headquarters, where he did most of his potions work.
Immediately he rushed to his potions store and began to work. Less than an hour later, he had a sickly dark pink potion that would hopefully, based on the spellwork around the dark mark, block any feelings from the dark mark itself. So that, ideally, the dark lord would still think that Fred was in pain, but Fred would feel no pain. The pain would still be there of course, but his mind wouldn't pick up on it, because the potion blocked things directly from the dark mark. Since the cruciatus curse caused no actual damage to the body, Fred would be undamaged.
He hoped it would work.
With it in hand, in a vile with a stopper, he flooed back to the Ministry. Foregoing talking to the Weasleys or Unspeakables, he went immediately to Fred.
When he entered the room, Fred had regained consciousness. He was laying on his back, groaning, holding his left arm. The dark mark was revealed, and Severus couldn't help but stare at it for a moment. It was livid, a dark black and green on his arm. The skin around it was red and puffy, the veins that ran below the infected skin, ran darker than normal blood.
Tearing his eyes away from his arm, he ran to Fred, pulling the stopper off the vile as he went. He grabbed Fred's shoulders delicately, helping him to sit up. He wordlessly handed him the potion, hoping that it would work.
Fred studied him for a moment, eyes misty and not seeing clearly. He knocked his head back and drank the potion.
Moments later, he had gone limp, and his entire body had relaxed. A small smile graced his face, before he passed out.
Severus panicked for a moment, before he thought to check for a pulse. Thankfully, there was one there.
Severus pulled out his wand, and cast a quick eneverate, hoping that he would come back into consciousness. He did. He was coughing, and shaking his left arm, as if pained by it.
"How do you feel?" Severus's voice was uncharacteristically concerned, if Fred died now, it would his fault, and he didn't want him to die. Over the months that they had worked together, they had developed a tentative friendship, as Severus had done with all of the other spies.
"Fine, actually, no more cruciatus curse, what did you do?" he sounded shocked, and Severus didn't blame him, he had done the impossible. He had, before, taken the completely wrong approach.
"I just made a potion that would block the dark mark completely, the dark lord is still, probably, laboring under the impression that you are in pain." Severus was extremely satisfied with himself, he had done what most had considered impossible. In the span of 30 minutes, no less.
Just then, the Weasleys burst into the room, the Unspeakables following at a slower pace, shocked expression on their faces.
Molly and George immediately flocked to Fred, Molly, predictably, started to fuss over him. George was content to simply loiter near the bed and watch. George was still reeling, and still in a bit of a daze. It had been a shocking few hours for him. And everyone else.
Less than two hours later, the entire Weasley family, not including Percy, but including Harry and Hermione, were sitting down to eat dinner at the table. Snape had been invited, but, of course, he had turned it down, knowing that Fred would have to talk to his family. Now was as good as time was ever.
It was a pleasant, if not slightly tense dinner. Everyone was starving, as most hadn't eaten lunch, or in Fred's case breakfast. No one felt inclined to do much talking, and so most of dinner was spent in silence.
After dinner, the family moved into the sitting room, it hadn't been mentioned, but everyone knew that they needed to talk. No matter how much they wanted to avoid it.
Everyone sat down and simply looked at each other, before Fred cleared his throat nervously.
"So… I know that you all probably have some questions… about," he paused and took a breath, studying his family, "me being a death eater."
There was silence, before Molly spoke up, tears already starting to collect in her bloodshot eyes. "Why, why did you ever feel the need to do something like this? Something so drastic, and insane, and put you into such danger?" her voice that had started off so soft and quiet, had risen to dangerous heights.
Fred winced, but seemed resigned. He had to have known that that question, of all questions, was going to come up.
"Well, it was just that I couldn't stand feeling so powerless in the war, it seemed like the best way to do something. And you can't deny that I did get a lot of information and did a lot of good, thank you very much."
Molly opened her mouth, looking furious, but was cut off by the floo. Everyone's attention was directed at the fireplace when Neville Longbottom stepped out. Fred immediately jumped to his feet, Severus had filled him in on the other informants for the Order. Neville was on the list.
Neville looked immediately to Fred, "Severus wanted me to get you, there's going to be an attack, the last attack, on Hogwarts. The ministry has just fallen."
Fred looked shocked, "What, the Ministry? But, nothing was planned."
Neville nodded, "He didn't tell anyone, he just called everyone earlier, and we went and attacked. Ministry has fallen. The Unspeakables are all dead. Sev had all of us spies make sure of that, we had no choice, we couldn't have our cover get blown; they knew who the spies were." Neville looked momentarily grief ridden, but his grief morphed into fury and determination.
"Hogwarts is going to be attacked, I'm alerting the Order's spies. The attack is in an hour. Will you be there?" he was looking at everyone present when he asked.
Fred ignored his family and the question, asking instead if there was a plan.
Neville gave him a look, "Of course there is a plan, I just don't know what it is, for the light that it. The Dark is going to take over the school, kill the muggleborn students, and hold the rest hostage."
Fred nodded wordlessly, and Neville looked at everyone else in the room.
"Will you be there?"
Everyone nodded, shocked but determined.
Neville turned around and left through the fireplace. Only moments later, the floo sounded again, and Severus Snape came through.
After nodding at the Weasleys, smiling grimly in Fred's direction, he looked to Harry.
"Potter, I need to talk to you." he looked regretful, and his words didn't drip with disdain as they normally did when he talked to Harry.
Harry nodded, figuring it would be about the final battle. The two stepped outside through the front door. Fred bit his lip, knowing what they were talking about. Severus had confided what Dumbledore had told him Harry needed to know. He also knew about the horcruxes, and that they needed to be gone for the Dark Lord to die.
There was only the snake left.
Two minutes, or so, later Harry and Severus had come back into the room. Severus still looked grim, and Harry looked shell shocked and betrayed. He walked towards Ron and Hermione. He whispered in their ears, and moments later, they all got up. They walked to the door, and left. Fred imagined that they were probably going to look for the other horcrux, or doing something else productive. They would see them at the final battle.
But maybe not after.
The Weasley family was in complete disarray. The time had come, the battle was here.
They were at Hogwarts, Percy had just arrived and Molly and Arthur were hugging him.
Fred, who was anxious, tried to hurry them along. "If you three would hurry up, we have a battle to fight, and a dark lord to kill."
Percy pulled away from his mum and dad, looking over their shoulders and at Fred. He looked confused, presumably at Fred calling Lord Voldemort, 'the dark lord'. No one had explained to him that Fred had been a death eater, and spy for the Order.
Fred snorted, "Oh brother, I was an order spy within his ranks. You're welcome." he had said the last part somewhat sarcastically.
Molly looked at Fred disapproving, while Percy sputtered. George and Ginny looked strained, and Bill and Charlie both grimaced.
Moments later, Molly and Ginny were engaged in a verbal slanging match.
"Well, that's too bad, you're not coming!"
Ginny yelled back with equal fervor and anger, until Fred interrupted, impatient.
"Can we just get a move on? We have things to do!"
Molly, at Arthur's insistence, gave in and allowed Ginny to join in at the battle. On the condition that she stayed with one of the twins, Bill or Charlie.
Bill and Charlie immediately ducked out of the responsibility, and Fred claimed that he was going to be a target of the death eaters, and therefore couldn't watch her. Which left her grudgingly with George.
The Order were congregating, setting up numerous protections around Hogwarts, and the Weasleys and they rushed to join them.
Only a short half an hour later, the battle was in full swing, and much to the dismay of the light, they were losing the battle.
Bellatrix had immediately sought Fred out, and he had evaded her for the entire battle. Up until now that was.
Now Bellatrix and Fred were squaring off. They were walking in a slow, wide circle, eyes focused on the other. Both were tuning out the rest of the battle, Bella had already warned her fellow Death Eaters not to interfere, and all of the Order were to wrapped up in their own fights to help Fred. Not that he needed it.
However, before either he of Bellatrix could do anymore than verbally insult each other, the ominous voice of the dark lord crashed in.
When he commanded his forces to retreat, Fred immediately made his way to the Great Hall, an ugly expression on his face. He was seething on the inside, furious that he hadn't been able to face Bellatrix like he wanted.
Inside the Great Hall, Fred made his way through the crowd, searching for familiar faces. Eventually, he found his family, grouped together. Only George, Ginny and Ron weren't there yet. In the back of his mind, Fred was concerned, but he would know if George, or Ginny, were dead. He would know. They just weren't here yet. Ron was, of course, with Harry and Hermione.
Molly was frantically searching everyone over, looking for wounds. When she came to Fred, she hugged him tightly. Fred was tempted to throw off her arms, but decided against it, knowing that that would offend her.
Finally, after several moments ticked by, he was released, and joined Bill and Charlie where they were talking.
"Really? No way, that didn't happen." Charlie was saying to Bill, a grin splitting his face.
"Yeah, it did." Bill was also smiling as he mock argued back.
When Fred walked over to them, they stopped with their slight argument, and looked at him with expectant faces, obviously wanting to hear about what he had done so far in the battle.
When he only looked at them, Bill said, exasperated, "So, what happened with you?"
Fred smirked, "I fought with both Lucius Malfoy, before he got away, I suspect the dark lord called him, and Bellatrix we didn't have much of a fight, before the battle was stopped."
Both Charlie and Bill looked surprised, but nodded.
Bill launched into his story, in which he bravely fought of more than three different death eaters, when he was interrupted. Ginny and George had both found the group.
"George!" his mother immediately shrieked. He was soaked in blood, blood that Fred suspected was a mix of his blood and someone else's.
George winced when Molly ran to him and started to run diagnosing spells and charms on him, much to his displeasure.
On his right arm, he had a long, vertical scratch, that was obviously the cause of some of the blood. Molly immediately tried to heal him, but, they soon found out, it had been caused by dark magic, and wasn't healing.
Fred, who had been standing next to George, a hand on his shoulder, examined the scratch. He was familiar with the curse, as he had seen it used many times, and knew how to heal it.
"Mum, I can heal it." his voice told everyone that he wasn't joking as it was very authoritative and in control.
Molly, after carefully examining his face, stepped aside, and allowed him to heal it.
He muttered under his breath, wand pointing at the wound. The incarnations were long and tedious, very dark magic. It would heal the wound, and counteract the curse that came along with it. The charm itself required absolute focus and determination.
Several minutes later, the wound was closed, not even leaving a scar. The curse that had been inflicted, had also been neutralised, and was gone. George looked at him amazed, and Fred grinned back, glad that he had helped.
Minutes later, the calmness of the Great hall was disturbed when multiple figures, clad in the black robes of death eaters entered the room.
Bellatrix Lestrange, Draco and Lucius Malfoy, Luna Lovegood, and Severus Snape were the death eaters, and had obviously been sent by the dark lord.
The room was instantly launched into screams and shouts, as many people ran forward, wands out, on the offensive.
Bellatrix, who was at the front of the group, with the Malfoys behind her, and Luna and Severus next to them, lasily batted the oncoming curses aside, and laughed a bone chilling laugh.
Fred was already pushing through the crowd to get to them. His family was trailing behind him, trying to get him to stop. He didn't.
When he reached the front of the crowd, Bellatrix had stopped laughing, and had her eyes dead set on him.
She started screaming, much to the horror of the crowd, and exasperation of her fellow death eaters. "How dare you even show your face? You traitor
?!" her screams had reached a bloodcurdling height, but Fred remained stoic. He was about to respond rudely, when Severus shot Bellatrix a look.
"Bella, we're not here to yell at him, get on with it." Severus's voice was falsely blank, and his eyes continued to dart from Fred to Bellatrix, not that any of the other death eaters noticed, thankfully.
Bellatrix turned her head slightly in his direction, her eyes still on Fred, and heaved a sigh, blowing the hair out of her face.
"Potter, the Dark Lord knows your here, and he will stop at nothing to find you, and kill every man, woman, and child that attempts to shield you from his wrath" She had raised her voice, so that most of the hall, that had gone silent, could hear her. The nervous and angry eyes of the hall found Harry and stared at him, silently accusing.
"You have one hour."
Before Harry, or anyone else, could answer her, the death eaters were already leaving. Bellatrix swept out first, Severus and Lucius trailing behind her. Draco and Luna took their time in following, eyes fixed on Fred. Draco winked, subtly, and Luna half smiled at him, before the two fixed cold expressions on their faces, and walked slowly out of the hall. As all five death eaters walked, they pegged the rebels of the hall with icy and menacing stares.
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