Hey everyone. I'm back with Chapter 92. It took slightly more time than I anticipated, but we are here nevertheless. I have managed to get a lot of writing done recently, so, hopefully, the next few chapters should be out with a better frequency.
This chapter is set in the same timeframe the previous one was. You will see what I mean... Enjoy!
It was a wonderful Saturday evening. Despite having a mountain of homework and studying to do, Ron, Seamus and Dean joined Colin, a couple of his friends from his year for a bit of quidditch.
As it turned out, it was a fun evening activity. At the end of one of their matches, Colin also invited, or more like dragged Luna and Daphne to join them, while Ron managed to convince Lavender and Parvathi to join them as well, making it possible for a nice 5 vs. 5. The boys and girls continued playing up until late in the evening.
Their last game for the evening proved to be the longest. Neither Colin nor his friend, Nigel Northcott who was on the opposite team playing as their Seeker, were able to catch the snitch. After a long while, a sequence of play was initiated, that ended the game abruptly.
It started with George Brattleby, Colin's other friend who had joined them, one of the chasers in Colin's team fumbling the quaffle while taking aim at the hoops. Parvathi, the keeper for that game, poached the quaffle from him and passed it on to Dean, one of the chasers in their team. Dean played a quick one-two with Daphne, the other chaser for that game. At the same time, both Colin and Nigel had spotted the snitch and were making a dash for it. Ron, who was in the opposing team to Colin, and was playing as the only beater in his team, smashed the bludger in Colin's direction. Colin, who was too focused on the snitch, didn't realise the bludger approaching him and got hit on the arm. And the next instant, he found himself off-balance and crashing to the ground. Somehow, he managed to steady himself, but he crashed nevertheless.
There was an audible gasp from some of the players there. But, fortunately, Colin exclaimed instantly, "I'm alright... Ouch, that hurts a little," he chuckled.
The rest of them came flying down, Ron amongst the first to do so.
"Mate... I'm sorry, are you alright?" asked Ron, guiltily.
"Yeah... yeah... I'm alright... Just my arm hurts like hell," replied Colin, grinning as he got up to his feet.
Ron looked at his arm momentarily before Seamus, Dean, Daphne and Luna joined in while the rest of them formed a circle around.
Colin extended his arm slowly and paused for it began to hurt a lot.
"You should go to Madam Pomfrey right away," remarked Ron, slightly worried.
"It doesn't look bad," chimed in Daphne.
"It doesn't look broken," remarked Seamus.
"Yeah, I should get this checked," sighed Colin.
With that, Colin made his way to the hospital wing, along with Luna. But the moment the pair reached there, they were in for a surprise. Madam Pomfrey was busy patching Harry up, who almost seemed out of it.
"Harry?" exclaimed Colin.
"What are you doing here, Mr Creevey and Miss Lovegood?" retorted Madam Pomfrey instantly. "Wait outside," she added and pulled the curtains to Harry's bed.
Colin and Luna backed off and waited for Madam Pomfrey impatiently and anxiously.
After a few minutes, Madam Pomfrey came back. "What happened to your arm, Mr Creevey?" she asked, calmly.
"I got hit by a bludger," replied Colin.
"And he fell to the ground," added Luna, calmly.
"A quidditch accident?" sighed Madam Pomfrey, unamazed. "Does it hurt a lot?" she asked as she examined his arm.
"It hurt quite a bit... but it seems to have subsided now," replied Colin.
After a few seconds, Madam Pomfrey replied, "Your arm is perfectly fine... I'll give you something for the pain. Have this potion after your dinner. And if your arm hurts tomorrow morning, come to me. I'll give you another dose of it. You should be fine in a couple of days," she said, reassuringly.
"Okay, Madam Pomfrey... thanks," remarked Colin. After a moment, he continued, "What happened to Harry?" he asked.
"Harry just has a few bruises from his training with Professor White. He will be up and about tomorrow morning," replied Madam Pomfrey and the pair glanced at her, unconvinced. But, with nothing more to say, Colin and Luna left the hospital wing.
"I don't think she was being completely honest," remarked Colin.
"She was hiding something," replied Luna. And with that, the pair went back to the great hall.
At breakfast, the following day, Colin found himself seated around most of his quidditch mates from the evening before. They were just planning another evening of quidditch when Harry walked into the great hall, looking really terrible. As Colin watched, Harry paused momentarily as he looked around and finally decided to sit with Draco.
After a few minutes, Colin spoke up. "Hey everyone... Do you reckon Harry's alright?" he asked, out of the blue.
"What?" retorted Seamus, chuckling.
"Yesterday, when I went to the hospital wing, Harry was there... and he looked really bad... he was injured all over and was lying unconscious pretty much," remarked Colin as he glanced at Harry.
"He was at the hospital wing?" retorted Seamus, shocked as a few other faces at the table had a similar expression.
Ron, however, didn't seem that much bothered, for he had seen this happen many a time that year.
"He doesn't look all that well even now, does he?" remarked Neville and the group gave Harry a collective glance.
"I'd say he looks more annoyed than tired," chuckled Ron after a few seconds.
"Imagine both of our seekers getting injured on the same day," remarked Seamus, grinning.
"We'd be done for," chuckled, Dean. And the topic got diverted pretty soon after that.
The day went on pretty normally after that.
Later that afternoon, in a throwaway conversation with Draco, Colin came to of the "funny" incident that had happened earlier that morning, at breakfast, where Harry was apparently jealous of Cedric and Hermione. In return, Colin told Draco of the state he had Harry in, the night before. However, Draco didn't seem to have noticed anything strange with Harry physically, which brought an end to that topic.
Colin spent the rest of the afternoon completing some of his homework. While he didn't have as much to do as the 5th years did, his had been piling up for a while. Thankfully, he had gotten hit on his left arm, which meant he could still comfortably write with his right hand.
As the evening came by, he was too exhausted to continue with his studies and hence, decided to roam around the castle grounds. It was there, that he came face to face with Luna.
"Hey, what are you up to?" asked Colin as he walked over to her.
"Nothing much," replied Luna, dreamily.
"How did you like Quidditch yesterday?" asked Colin as he sat down beside her.
"It was quite enjoyable, you know," replied Luna. "How's your arm?" she asked.
"It's alright... isn't hurting much," replied Colin and continued, "You were a decent chaser," he remarked. Luna nodded slightly in response and went back to gazing around dreamily.
"Where's Daph?" asked Colin.
"She's in her common room," replied Luna.
After a few moments, "I'm bored," exclaimed Colin, loudly. And just at that moment, his eyes fell on Luna's bare feet. "Why are you barefooted?" he asked, confused.
"All my shoes have mysteriously disappeared. I suspect the nargles are behind it," replied Luna, nonchalantly, as she continued gazing around.
"What?" gasped Colin, chuckling. "How many times do I have to tell you that nargles aren't behind your disappearing shoes," he remarked. "It's your housemates," he added. "I'm sure they are having a great laugh right about now," he finished.
"I like them when they are laughing. They spread happiness to the world," retorted Luna.
Colin stared at Luna without having any words to respond with. After a few moments of silence, Luna glanced at Colin and handed him the latest edition of the quibbler.
"I'm not in the mood, Luna... maybe later," replied Colin as he took the magazine from her.
"There's an interesting article on how to turn your enemies into kumquats," said Luna. "It might alleviate your boredom," she added.
"And what do you do after turning them into kumquats? Eat them alive?" retorted Colin, laughing. However, Luna did not respond and snatched the magazine from Colin's hands.
"Hey," exclaimed Colin. "That was uncalled for," he said.
Right at that moment, the pair's eyes fell on Daphne, walking towards them.
"Hey, you two," greeted Daphne. "I was looking for you at the library," she added.
Luna stared at Colin for a moment before glancing back at Daphne.
"I was at the library a while back and then I came here," replied Colin. Daphne turned her glance towards Luna.
"I... am done with my homework," replied Luna, a little stiffly.
"Okay... Let's go for a walk," remarked Daphne who was about to turn around when Colin replied.
"I don't think Loony Lovegood is going to be doing that any time soon," retorted Colin. Luna glanced at Colin, with a smile, but he got a glare from Daphne.
"Don't call her that, Colin Creevey," exclaimed Daphne, angrily.
"Look at her feet, Daph," replied Colin, instantly.
"What..." began Daphne as her eyes darted towards Luna's feet. "Where are your shoes?" she asked, puzzled, glancing at Luna.
"Got the hint?" retorted Colin.
"Not them again," exclaimed Daphne. "I'm definitely going to have a word with them," she added, angrily.
"No," said Luna, instantly.
"Oh, don't you worry... You won't get into trouble or anything. This cannot keep happening and they need to be made aware of the consequences otherwise," retorted Daphne, fiercely.
Luna stared at Daphne, a little uncomfortably. A great many thoughts seemed to be running in her head, but none of them made it past her lips. Colin stared at Luna curiously but didn't say anything.
"Don't look so stressed, Luna... I'm a prefect, I know how to handle this," remarked Daphne, confidently. "And besides... you now get a chance to flaunt your feet," she chuckled and Luna's face went instantly red.
"You do have gorgeous legs," chimed in Colin, chuckling.
"Right?" added Daphne, laughing.
And with every passing second, Luna's face went redder.
The trio spent the rest of the evening chatting about, pulling each other's leg whenever they got the chance. However, there was something Colin noticed in Luna that he had only recently realised.
Once it started getting a bit dark, Daphne interrupted the conversations. "I should be heading in... I have some studying to do after dinner. Let's go," she said.
Luna got up from her seat and just then Colin replied. "Why don't you head in? Luna and I will catch up with you shortly," he said. Luna stared at him, surprised.
"Why? What are you two going to be doing?" asked Daphne, suspiciously.
"I... won't... tell... you," retorted Colin, mimicking being rude and then giving a chuckle. Daphne continued to stare at the pair suspiciously, but after a moment, she left for the great hall, alone.
After Daphne was well away from earshot, Colin turned to look at Luna.
"Oh my God," he remarked, dramatically. "You have it so bad," he chuckled.
"I don't understand," replied Luna, confused.
"You get tongue-tied whenever you are with Daphne. You blush like anything whenever she says anything nice... I can't believe it took me this long to realise this," retorted Colin, giddily.
"I don't know... what you are saying... Colin," replied Luna, stuttering a little.
"This is perfect... you will be great together," went on Colin excitedly, ignoring Luna.
"It's not like that," said Luna, defensively.
"You don't have to lie to me. I get it, Daphne is beautiful. She is the queen and she has the heart to match her beauty," retorted Colin.
This time, Luna chose silence as a response.
After a few minutes of teasing and giddying up, Colin turned a little more serious.
"You should tell her, you know?" he remarked.
"What?" asked Luna.
"How long are you going to be pretending?" retorted Colin, with a smile.
And Luna went silent once again.
"You should not worry about what Daph will think or how she feels, you should go for it," suggested Colin. While Luna did not respond with any words, there was an extremely faint nod that gave Colin the confirmation that he so dearly wished.
"Excellent," he remarked, beaming happily. "Let's go before she gets really suspicious and bites our head off asking what we were doing," he added and with that, the pair made their way to the great hall.
Just as the pair walked in, their attention was grabbed by an angry outburst. As they walked closer, they realised it was Harry talking angrily with Daphne. Before they could understand what was happening, Harry got up from his seat angrily and walked away from them without uttering another word.
"What happened here?" remarked Colin as he walked over to Daphne along with Luna.
"Don't ask me... I have no idea," replied Daphne, sounding shocked.
Colin and Luna sat down opposite Daphne and stared at her.
"It was nothing, alright? Don't gawk at me like that," added Daphne, annoyed and with that, they moved on. And the rest of the evening went about normally.
The following day, Colin woke up and the day began on a smooth and normal note. His classes before the lunch break were Herbology taught by Professor Sprout, where they were paired up with Ravenclaw, Charms taught by Professor Flitwick and Muggle Studies taught by Professor Burbage. The muggle studies class was driest of the lot and as the first half of the day's worth of classes ended with it, he was bored and zoned out by the time he reached the great hall for a spot of lunch.
When Colin reached the great hall, his eyes instantly fell on Ron and Hermione who were seated together.
"I should be pelted with stones for picking muggle studies," exclaimed Colin as he sat down beside Ron.
Ron chuckled in response, but Hermione seemed a bit out of it, also she was reading a book.
"I mean seriously... Why did I have to take it? I'm a muggle, I had absolutely no reason..." added Colin, frustrated.
"At least you'll ace it," remarked Ron.
"All this suffering for what? A bit of grades? What have I become?" chuckled Colin in response. After a moment, he glanced at Hermione. "What's up with her?" he asked.
"She is furious with a certain someone..." replied Ron.
"A dust-up between the love birds?" retorted Colin. Ron nodded in response. After a few seconds, "What's with Harry and picking fights with everyone?" remarked Colin, curiously as he began nibbling at his chips.
"Harry gave it back to Snape today... you should have been there," chuckled Ron. "It was worth the detention he got," he added and gave a pause. "Wait... you weren't there... who else did he pick a fight with?" asked Ron, curiously.
"Daphne," replied Colin and the moment he uttered her name, he glanced at Hermione and his eyes met with hers. Instinctively, Colin looked down at his food and started eating.
"What did they fight about?" asked Hermione.
Colin stared back at her and remained quiet, contemplating his reply for a few seconds. "I don't know... Harry left angrily when I got there and Daphne refused to add anything," he replied, finally.
Hermione's expression remained blank. "When was this?" she asked.
"Yesterday, at dinner," replied Colin and gave a quick glance to Ron.
"Forget about it, Hermione... He's just having a hard time probably," chimed in Ron.
"With what, exactly?" retorted Hermione, bluntly.
"Just... everything..." replied Ron and received a glare from Hermione in response.
The rest of lunch went in silence, for neither of them wanted to say anything to infuriate Hermione further.
Colin's day continued relatively peacefully, and then quidditch practice arrived. His arm wasn't hurting him anymore, and despite a little concern from Angelina, Colin was ready to go full throttle in the practice session.
As it turned out, it looked like Harry, his partner in crime in catching the snitch had really come to play. Harry's skills were much better than his and he was on a firebolt. Soon, Colin found himself laughably outmatched by Harry.
Soon, the squad decided to play a few 5 vs. 5 matches. While Colin managed to get the snitch once, it was Harry who triumphed every other time. While humiliation of this kind was normal for Colin, that day was slightly different. Unlike ever before, Harry was adding salt to the wounds every time he caught the snitch. Harry always helped Colin, told him his mistakes, told him how to avoid common traps, etc. But, that day was different.
And then things went south. After one particular game, Harry's taunts to Colin went so overboard that Colin, for the first time, hung his head down in shame. The usually cheerful and self-assured one had absolutely no comeback. And then Ron stepped in. And as Colin watched, things went from bad to worse.
Somehow, everyone there separated Harry and Ron from turning it into an irreversible altercation. Soon thereafter, Harry flew away on his broom, away from practice. And Colin continued with the practice.
No sooner had he started, that he heard a whoosh and his captain, Angelina had just flown close to him.
"You alright?" she asked.
"Yeah... yeah, I'm good," replied Colin, though he felt terrible inside.
"Forget about it... Always happens in a team. Everyone wants to win," remarked Angelina.
"Yeah, of course... I know," replied Colin.
"You are my seeker for our final game," said Angelina, abruptly.
"What?" gasped Colin. "Why?" he asked. "Is it because of what happened just now? Don't do it... we need Harry to win the game," continued Colin, hastily.
"Colin... Colin... you are my seeker. You will win it for us," reiterated Angelina. "And it's not what happened today. Harry has been missing a lot of training sessions. And you have been consistently a team player in our sessions. I have been meaning to give you a chance. And now you have it," remarked Angelina, calmly.
"Oh!" sighed Colin.
"Good... I'll leave you to your practice then," remarked Angelina and flew away.
"Oh... wow," wondered Colin.
Ron and Hermione were sitting together in the Gryffindor common room, after dinner, that evening. While Ron was mostly furious with what had happened just a couple of hours earlier, Hermione suddenly seemed to have gotten over her anger. It seemed a little misplaced considering the dementor attack that had taken place, and Harry's inability to produce a Patronus.
Despite all that had happened, both of them were hoping to see Harry, but could not, for Harry never came back to the common room that evening.
"Where does he go Hermione, every day?" asked Ron, frustrated, after a long silence. Hermione decided to stay silent.
"How could he even suggest that I could hurt Daisy?" asked Ron angrily, for the 10th time. And Hermione's silence continued.
"He has been acting strangely... a lot strangely, nowadays," remarked Ron.
"He was acting strangely before Christmas... And then, it was like a switch had been turned. He seemed a lot more cheerful, a lot... less burdened," remarked Hermione. "I don't know what's going on with him, but something definitely is," she added.
"Don't defend him, Hermione. Please don't," sighed Ron.
"I'm not defending him. You said that he had been acting strangely. I'm just wondering if there's something going on that he isn't telling us about," replied Hermione.
"Yeah, like he hasn't been doing that, right?" retorted Ron, sarcastically.
There was another long silence between the pair. By then, the common room was a lot more empty, most of the students had gone to bed. Hermione was holding a book, but she couldn't read.
"How did the dementors make it past the security? What were they even doing here?" asked Ron, suddenly and loudly, breaking the silence.
"The dementors are no longer controlled by the Ministry," replied Hermione.
"So, what? You-know-who got up and suddenly decided to send some dementors to come after Harry?" asked Ron, instantly.
Hermione was in no state to answer any of Ron's questions and on the other hand, he couldn't help but throw around his thoughts into the open.
After a brief silence, Ron's eyes lit up. "Hermione," he called out as he got up hastily.
"What happened, Ron?" she asked, confused.
"The watch... John's watch... We should look at it, don't you think?" he remarked.
Hermione also seemed to just remember that they had the watch. "Why don't you carry it around with you?" she questioned. And without wasting any time Ron ran upstairs, to the dormitory to get the watch.
After a minute, Hermione heard Ron calling out her time repeatedly as he came running downstairs.
"What happened?" she asked urgently and got up from her seat.
"Look at this... Harry's needle is pointing to Mortal Danger," remarked Ron, hastily as he handed her the watch.
Hermione glanced at the watch. There were 5 needles, one each for Ron, Harry, Jane, Daisy and herself. Ron's, Daisy's and her needles were pointing to "Safe", Jane's needle was pointing to "Danger" while Harry's was pointing to "Mortal Danger".
"We need to find Harrt, right now," exclaimed Ron. "Let's go to the room of requirement, though I have no idea how we'll get in..." he added and began to make his way out of the common room.
"No," said Hermione. "He won't be in the room. He stopped going there. I know where he'd be," she added and began sprinting her way out of the common room.
The pair made their way out of the common room, and went to the end of the corridor, to the stairs and made their way to the second floor.
"He spends most of his time in the chamber," said Hermione, catching some breath.
"The Chamber of Secrets?" exclaimed Ron. "Has he gone mental?" he remarked, flabbergasted.
"He's been going there since we caught him that one time, coming out of the room of requirement," replied Hermione.
The pair quickly reached the second-floor girls' lavatory and to their utter shock, Harry was lying on the floor, lifeless.
"Oh my God," exclaimed Hermione.
"Harry... Harry... are you alright?" exclaimed Ron as the pair knelt down beside Harry, trying to get him conscious. "Thank God, he's still alive," remarked Ron and Hermione stared at him, shaken by the possibility of the alternative. "He's not waking up, Hermione..." he added, unsure of what to do.
"We need to tell Professor Dumbledore and everyone," remarked Hermione.
Immediately, Ron got up, took out his wand and muttered something under his breath. "Expecto Patronum". It only took a couple of minutes for Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall and Professor White to arrive, following the message that Ron had sent to them. And Harry still wasn't up. His broom, which he had used to climb back up was still lying on the floor, along with his wand and a bag that had his invisibility cloak.
"What happened?" asked Dumbledore.
"We don't know, Professor," began Ron.
"We just saw the watch and Harry's needle was pointing to Mortal Danger," added Hermione as she handed Dumbledore the watch.
"And you came here looking for him?" asked Professor McGonagall.
"Yes, he was unconscious when we found him here," replied Ron.
"Take him to, St. Mungo's, Benjamin," exclaimed Dumbledore glancing at White. "Send word to Petunia, and also to Sirius and Remus," he added, glancing at McGonagall. "I need to go and speak with Severus and Filius," he added.
"Professor... is he going to be alright?" asked Ron.
"He..." began Dumbledore but got lost for words.
"Mr Potter is strong and he will fight this off," replied White.
"You have done your bit... There's nothing more you can do now. We will take care of him. Do go to bed and take some rest," remarked McGonagall, calmly, in a reassuring voice.
Ron and Hermione had absolutely no heart to leave Harry's side, but, finally, they gave up and walked back to their common room.
Perhaps it was the fact that they had seen Professor Dumbledore speechless, or that they had just seen Harry lying on the ground immobile and didn't even know how long he had been that way, or it was the tiring day or two both of them had been through... that the moment both of them reached the common room, they were overcome with emotion and hugged each other tightly.
"Harry will be alright, Hermione," consoled Ron as his eyes glistened.
"I know he will... He'll be fine," said Hermione, as she wiped her eyes.
As they released the hug, they sat back down on the chairs.
"I feel terrible about this," began Ron. "I should have had the watch with me. John always used to keep it with him," he added, guiltily.
"And I should have sensed something was wrong... Harry does not act the way he did. You-know-who must have done something," sighed Hermione.
"How long has this been going on though? And we didn't even know," remarked Ron, shocked.
Hermione found herself lost in her thoughts. She kept wondering whether she could have done something, acted a different way and perhaps Harry would have told her if he was feeling something wrong. If Harry had been feeling the effects of whatever it was Voldemort had done, then surely he would have told her. Unless he didn't feel comfortable doing so.
After a couple of minutes of silence, Ron spoke up. "Come on," he said. "We can't be doing this to ourselves," he remarked. "I don't think I'm going to get much sleep... and neither are you. But, we can't just sit here and blame ourselves," he added.
Hermione glanced at him and tried to see reason. After a moment, the pair consoled each other once again and went to bed.
The following morning, news of what had happened the previous night spread throughout the castle like wildfire. Harry's name was on everyone's lips. There were wild theories on how Voldemort hurt Harry, some said he might have even been there inside the castle, while others brushed it off and thought Harry collapsed on his own. Though, most of them were just shocked and speechless.
As the day went by, Ron and Hermione's anxiety kept increasing. There was no news on how Harry was doing, whether he was up and talking and what the healers had to say.
And eventually, the day ended. They had tried to ask Professor McGonagall about Harry's health, but unfortunately for them, even she had very little idea how he was doing. All she knew was that Harry was still unconscious and that news churned their stomach.
The following day went by in a similar fashion. It was only on the morning of the day after that they received some piece of news, first from Professor McGonagall and then from Daisy.
"Harry's still not up. The healers believe that whatever has happened to Harry looks very similar to what happened to Ginny. They are now planning to send Harry to Iceland," informed McGonagall with a heavy heart.
The moment Ron heard the similarity in Harry and Ginny's state, his heart sank. It almost felt like all hope had been lost.
And a while later, when they were at breakfast, Ron received a letter from Daisy.
"Hey, look," said Ron as his eyes fell on Irwin, his owl. The next moment, Irwin dropped a letter in front of Ron and landed peacefully on his shoulder.
Ron opened the letter hastily, the moment he saw it was from Daisy. As Ron read through the letter, Hermione watched him impatiently. Once he seemed to have reached the end, Hermione asked him, "What does it say?"
"Pretty much what we heard from McGonagall," replied Ron and handed her the letter. "Harry's condition isn't improving and they have no idea what's wrong with him. So, they are sending him to Iceland, the same healing facility as Ginny," remarked Ron as Hermione stared to read the letter. "Aunt Petunia and Dudley did get to see Harry but Daisy wasn't allowed anywhere inside St Mungo's, which she's furious about," continued Ron. "Remus, Sirius and Tonks were also there..." he added. "And then Daisy met Jane somewhere outside the hospital, so, that was nice. Jane, however, left soon for she was already risking being seen by someone," sighed Ron as Hermione pretty much finished reading the letter.
"And finally, she saw Professor Dumbledore and another Professor there, presumably Professor White. And it looks like Professor White specifically guaranteed them that he'd have his people look after Harry in Iceland," finished Hermione.
The pair remained in silence for a few seconds before Hermione spoke up. "Iceland," she sighed, stunned. "I can't believe any of this," she remarked, sounding exhausted.
"I don't know why they are sending Harry there... It's not like Ginny is back to her feet, is she?" retorted Ron, annoyed. However, he glanced at Hermione. "I'm sorry... Harry will recover soon, yeah? He will be fine..." he said.
"You don't have to do this, Ron... Neither one of us knows when Harry will be back. And I know how you feel about Ginny being there. I know it's been hard on you," retorted Hermione, calmly.
Meanwhile, in a different part of the world!
"Who has the elder wand, Gregorovitch?" came the threatening voice.
"I... uh... don't know... It was stolen... long back... stolen from me... young boy... he was..." muttered Gregorovitch, stuttering in pain. He was tied upside down from the ceiling of his voice, there were bruises all over his body and if not for being tied up, he'd have collapsed to the floor without any resistance.
"Who stole the wand from you?" came the loud and angry voice.
"I don't know... I don't know... please... don't hurt me... please..." pleaded Gregorovitch.
And just at that moment, the door swung wide open with a bang and in walked 4 wizards, all with their wands pointing at the intruder.
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