Ron and Harry waited as the other werewolves apprehended and detained the two werewolf extremists into a cell within the Town Hall. By then Ron was quite exhausted. Harry had suggested that he take some rest.
'Nah, 'm fine, mate,' he simply waved off.
'Well if any of you change your mind, there are rooms at the Wet Fangs Inn just outside.' The Aurors nodded to Falun's offer. Falun is a female werewolf and acting head of security. She had long black hair and thus in her wolf form had full black fur.
A delight to meet, Ron thought Falun was. She seemed quite easy going and kind, not affected by her 'curse' as much. In fact out of every werewolf he had met, Falun seemed to smile the most. It was refreshing.
Outside the iron doors to the dungeons, Harry stood still and watched their barriers while Ron kept on pacing across the hall—both men waiting for their time to interrogate their prisoners.
After what seemed like an eternity's wait, the iron doors creaked open and Falun returned. 'Okay, Mr Weasley, Mr Potter, they are ready.'
Ron looked to Harry whom sighed and looked back. Then Harry made a gesture for Ron to go first. The red haired Auror took it.
-PRIME-
The room was far from a cosy establishment, hardly a five star suite but looking at the people they housed, Ron could not think of a better place. Grey, stone walls, dark and damp, barely any light besides small candles in the corner, there was a musting odour of sewerage could be smelt and Falun had suggested not breathing in.
Brilliant place for an interrogation.
The two werewolves were seated at the very back, chains of sparkling silver limited their movements, they arms, legs, torso, all restricted to about a centimetre. Their chests were laid bare and they looked even more exhausted than Ron.
The red haired Auror marched over, his hands in fisted balls. There was an air of unknown power about him that Harry could even feel. Then there was the way that Ron presented himself as he walked, back straight, aura confidence, like a king. Harry was brought back to his years at Hogwarts. They called Ron Weasley their 'King', sure it was the Slytherines and as such had meant it as an insult with sarcasm. Guess they were right in a way, Harry thought.
They circled their prisoners like sharks. Harry would have asked if they should play the good cop-bad cop routine but judging by Ron's expression, he had already established himself.
'Looks like you're the good cop again, Harry,' Harry muttered to himself.
Olaf was on the right, his brutish body now reduced to immovable joints, head lowered down he watched his feet with interest. Lunatic, Ron mentally commented.
The one on the left, Alexander looked like he was on the verge of tears especially when he saw Ron and flinched at every movement the Auror made with his hands.
'Do you know why you're here?' Ron asked. The men remained silent, one in fear, the other in defiance, as Aurors, both Harry and Ron could tell which. Olaf was still reeling in confidence and strength. He was not about to break easily.
Alexander on the other hand was afraid. He was shivering and his movements were slightly rattling the chains. That was where they'd start.
Ron looked at Harry whom nodded distinctively, Ron then took his fists, 'I said do you know why you're both here?'
-O-
Rose grunted in pain as she continued to climb up the well, water splashing her face hard, she was freezing and her fingers hurt most. After being subjected to the Cruciatus Curse for no more than thirty seconds, they had left her relatively alone.
As the water rushed down, pouring like tears from a crying giant, Rose struggled harder to find more out-of-place bricks that she could use to help herself up—the cold starting to get to her as she advanced.
She had been climbing for what she estimated around an hour or so. 'Argh, Merlin's beard, this is just stupid.' Her arms were killing her, the muscles were waning. 'Oh, God, please help me.'
-O-
Ron and Harry circled around their prisoners. Draught had been mumbling something incoherent, Ron guessed it was cursing. Ron had been punching the man for the past five minutes.
'Still nothing,' Ron cursed under his breath, rubbing his bruised fists. Draught had known nothing. Ron was beginning to feel distressed, his heart was rising up so fast but he could feel the long drop waiting for him at the top.
'Calm down, Ron, we'll find them.'
The red haired Auror grumbled. He was angry. Alexander was whimpering behind them. Blood was gushing out of his nose and mouth. They were running out of time, Ron could feel it in his gut. He needed to find them quick.
Amidst the whimpering and sobbing of Alex Draught, another grumble sounded. 'Oh for the love of God, you're worse than the Weasley chick…'
This took the two Aurors out of their reverie. 'What did you say?' Ron asked. A quick thinking move on Harry's part, taking hold of his best friend's arm. Ron stumbled back a little bit but kept his spine straight. Harry was right, there was no time for primal instincts, he needed to play his cards right.
He approaches him, shaking off his partner's grip.
'Did you just say something about my wife?' Ron questioned smoothly.
Olaf closed his mouth shut yet still a look of uncertainty on his big face. Ron's impatience was beginning to falter, his resolve slipping. Olaf's uncertainty evaporated and a large grin prospered. 'Huh, oh that muggleborn, was she?' he looked to Draught for confirmation, like if they were in a pub having a pint amongst friends. 'Yeah, that was some piece of ass she gave me.'
Harry was taken aback about the assault. Not at what Olaf had just said, no doubt he was lying… no it was his fear of Ron's sure rage. And sure enough Ron took some more steps toward the criminal. He laid his hands on the brute's shoulders, 'Where are they, tell us,' he said with a soft and welcoming tone. Olaf remained smiling and silent—challenging his Auror captors even further. If Ron's look of infuriation was anything to say, Harry thought he should have taken his brother-in-law back on the leash.
He knew better.
-O-
There was nothing she could do but climb up. Rose coughed as some more water entered her throat. 'Ah, damn!'
She continued to climb up despite the sting of less than clean water entering her mouth. But she was almost there. It was just a few more metres away. At this she could not help a sigh from escaping her. She was almost clear of this hell hole…
It took only one slip of her hand from a brick, made worse by the brick's inability to remain fixed on the wall. Rose Weasley was dangling on one even more slippery brick with her left hand, not her strongest grip.
She was screaming at the top of her voice as she swung from side to side. Feeling was completely gone from her hands. No, no, no, no, no! Her heart was beating, beating faster than a machine gun. Dread was filling her very soul as mortality was beginning to become apparent to her. Highly illogical really, she thought.
After a while she stopped screaming. She knew it was probably smarter to remain covert. She forced her heart to slow to a crawl and finally took to action. She looked around to another dislocated brick and leapt to the side for it.
She caught it and like a stab she felt the pain rush from her frozen hands. 'Argh, bloody hell!' she cried.
Then after some time of regaining feeling in her fingers, Rose continued. She continued up the well, water still crashing against her.
-O-
'Tell me where my wife and child are!' Ron's control had diminished and he now had Olaf by the throat. The brute's airways now in Ron's hands literally, awaiting the cut off of oxygen that any organism, magical or not, depended upon.
'Ron, calm down, mate!' raised Harry, but he knew it was futile. Ron Weasley was now unleashed.
'Where are they?!' Olaf just smiled again, his nose now leaking of his own blood. 'Tell me, where are they!' the werewolf continued his silence and even more of a challenging look he gave the red head.
'You have nothing on me, sir.' He finally said. 'You have no idea what the mistress is trying to achieve, of the revolutionary event that your wife and daughter will be a part of. It is hopeless to try and seek them out, for we have eyes looking from the very top here.'
'This is your last chance…Where are they?' Ron grabbed the brute by the shirt and lifting him and the chair up by a few inches. 'Tell us!' he persisted. Harry swore he saw Ron's eyes turn familiarly red. 'Tell me NOW!' it came out in a roar like a lion's. He was demanding, primal and dominant like a beast in the wild. Harry felt that aura of power about his best friend and stared in awe.
After a brief show of fear, Olaf relaxed again. This pissed Ron off even more and with a swift flick, he threw the brute at the wall. To Harry's disbelief and Alex's horror, Olaf's head smashed into the cell wall…it splattered, exploding like a water balloon.
Ron just killed Olaf.
Harry covered his mouth, a mixture of shock and terror flooding his heart for his best friend.
Ron on the other hand seemed to be relaxing. He sighed as if the act of brutality had released him of inhibition. And then his head snaps up, something had just come to mind. All of a sudden everything was beginning to take shape in Ron's mind.
'Harry, Olaf just said they had eyes here…at the top.'
Harry became curious, his previous fears disappearing. 'The orb?' he guessed.
Ron shook his head. No he was thinking something along the lines of metaphoric. 'I think I know who he's…he was talking about.' It made perfect sense to him now— the man's quick trust in him, his stating of Ron's importance. 'And if I'm right I might know where they are.'
It was a quick observation. The elder's strange robes, the chalk dust staining his clothes, the fact that he reminded Ron of Dumbledore as well. Then there was the stench so familiar to him. It was a smell that Ron realised was very different to the rest of the sewers.
'I know where Lavender has taken Hermione and Rose.' Harry walked over to his brother-in-law, hoping to know what he was thinking. Draught was also listening in with anticipation. 'They're at Hogwarts…'
'What?'
'At Hogwarts…at the very place where took place an important event that helped defeat Voldemort.'
-O-
Rose sighed, it was a long awaited sigh of relief mixed with further panic as now she realised where she was.
One hand over the edge, then the other, and after some persuasion against the frost, Rose was lifter herself out of the well. She stood there at the edge, turning around, looking—surveying her surroundings. She was drenched all over. As she wiped her hair away from her face she gasped n surprised.
Was she where she thought she was?
She recalled those stories that her mom and dad used to tell her of their second year at…Hogwarts. The stories of the Basilisk: a primal monster born and raised by Slytherins to kill Muggleborns the Muggleborn petrification by that monster…and destruction of the first Horcrux.
'It…it can't be…' she breathed between surprise and terror. Looking at the green lighting, the water surrounding stone serpentine head, the giant head bust of Salazar Slytherin at the back, 'The…The Chamber of Secrets?'
-O-
Author's Note: Mi dispiace (I'm sorry) for taking so long to update but I was busy.
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