A/n: Hello, my lovelies! Here is the new installment of Getting Back Home by your's truly!
Disclaimer: I ain't famous, so I ain't J.K Rowling!
Mr. Weasley was determined to make sure that Phillip wouldn't be killed by his fellow Death Eaters, and if making him drink Veritaserum will prevent his murder, Mr. Weasley would do it. So, when Mr. Weasley opened up the small purple bottle and poured the liquid down Phillip's throat, Mr. Weasley felt didn't feel the guilt that others might have felt.
"Phillip, can you tell us other Death Eater's names?" Mr. Weasley asked after giving Phillip the potion and seeing that it worked the second it was in his mouth. Phillip's eyes widened and glazed over, looking kind of dazed.
"Aries," Phillip replied in a raspy voice that barely sounded like his own.
"Anyone else?"
"Don't know their names."
"Why?"
"We're forbidden to tell each other our names, in case this happens."
"Do you know where Hermione is?" Mr. Weasley asked.
"No."
"Why did you kidnap her?"
"I didn't."
"Why did the other Death Eaters kidnap her?"
"To get information out of her."
"What kind of information?"
"Where Potter is, where the Order HQ is, is the Order trying to find them, what she said in her Patronus, Why-"
"Alright," Mr. Weasley said, cutting Phillip off, "What happens if you get that information?"
"We kill her."
"Do you have any idea where she is?"
"Far, FAR underground."
"Why do you think that?"
"Someone told me."
"Who?"
"My sister Death Eater."
"As in, your real sister?"
"No, a Death Eater who's a girl."
"Would she know where Hermione is?"
"Yes."
"How?"
"She's holding her captive."
"Do you know anything about her?"
"She was in the same year as Hermione in Hogwarts."
"Do you know what house?"
"No."
"Do you think you know what house?"
"Yes."
"Which one?"
"Slytherin."
"Why do you say that?"
"Most new Death Eaters were in Slytherin."
"What does she look like?"
"I don't know. We always keep our masks on if we are talking to other Death Eaters."
"Why?"
"Conceal our identity."
"Do the Death Eaters have a Headquarters?"
"No."
"Why?"
"Aries doesn't want there to be one place where all of us go. If someone found it, they would be able to arrest everyone. We have scheduled meetings at different places."
"When's the next meeting?"
"Tomorrow. Midnight."
"Where?"
"Directly in the middle of Quaker Forests."
"Why there?"
"It's too big for anyone to see us."
"What will you be talking about?"
"Information we get out of from people we took."
"Who have you taken?"
"Hermione Granger, Dennis Creevey, Lavender Brown."
"What have you learned from them?"
"I don't know yet."
"Have any of them been killed?"
"No."
"Are they planning on taking anyone else?"
"Yes."
"Who?"
"I can't tell you." Phillip said firmly, his eyes becoming less dazed.
"So the potion wore off?" Mr. Weasley asked, his tone softening.
"Yep," Phillip said, popping his 'p.'
"Thank you," Mr. Weasley said, even though he knew that he should be thanking the potion.
"You're welcome?" Phillip replied, making his statement sound like a question.
Mr. Weasley chuckled softly and walked away from Phillip and over to the desk. He took a piece of parchment and a quill off of the desk and started to write down all the information that he had just learned.
Everyone else in the room were speechless. Harry and Ron were running the through the names of Slytherin girls who were in their year in their head, trying to think of possible people who might have kidnapped Hermione. Ginny was thinking about how Hermione wasn't dead, that she was wrong for being positive that she was, and how ashamed she was that she was so convinced that she wouldn't be able to survive. Mrs. Weasley was trying to remember where Quaker Forrest was. Bill and Charlie were beginning to plan their ambush on the Death Eaters that would be taking place the next night at midnight. Percy was trying to think of any place that was far underground where Hermione might have been kept. George was thinking about Fred, and how he had gone to Quaker Forrest with him. He felt horrible for thinking about his dead brother when he should have been thinking about Hermione and how to save her, but he had trouble thinking about anything other than Fred, which he hated.
Everyone was distracted with their thoughts to notice Phillip, who was sitting with his head in his hands and leaning over so his elbows were on his knees. No one saw the silent tears that were falling down his cheeks. No one knew that he was thinking about the many painful and torturous ways that Aries could use to kill him. No one noticed when he quickly sat up straight, and looked over at the desk were his wand was placed. No one noticed when he slowly reached over and grabbed his wand. But everyone noticed the loud crack that traveled throughout the office as he apparated away.
"Should we try to find him?" George asked quietly.
"No. Let him go. He doesn't know anything." Mr. Weasley answered with a sigh. They were going to let him go anyway, but he guessed that it was easier if he left by himself.
"So, what's the plan?" Ginny asked, wiping away her tears with a determined look on her face.
"You're not going." Mrs. Weasley said firmly.
"What do you mean?" Ginny asked, her eyes wide with shock.
"It's too dangerous," Mrs. Weasley replied.
"What are you talking about? I just fought in a battle at Diagon Alley. I captured Phillip! I'm able to handle myself!" Ginny exclaimed, her voice's volume rising slightly.
"That was sudden, and I didn't have the chance to stop you. This is different. I would be a horrible mother if I didn't stop you from running into a fight in the middle of a frost."
"But you're letting Bill, Charlie, Percy, George, and Ron go!"
"They're older! They've had more experience!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed.
"Percy? His first fight was The Last Battle!"
"Not true!" Percy lied.
"Stay out of this!" Ginny and Mrs. Weasley both screamed, in sync.
"Let's talk about this more later, alright?" Mr. Weasley said firmly.
"Fine."
"…Whatever…"
Mr. Weasley sighed and rubbed his eyes, feeling more tired than he ever had. "Let's all just go home. It's been a long day, and we can talk about our plan tomorrow mourning."
Everyone apparated to their houses, Ginny using side-alone with Harry. Right when they got inside, everyone fell into bed and instantly fell asleep. All but Ginny, who couldn't stop thinking about how Hermione was alive. She felt so horrible for believing so strongly that Hermione had been murdered, and how fast she lost her faith and hope. She kept imagining Hermione being disappointed in her, which stopped her from getting a blink of sleep.
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