Warnings: Mention of blood.
"My sweet daughter......." A dull tone to the voice rings through my ears, making me want to rip them off. "Come to see me again."
Her snake-like laugh echoed the room, causing me to roll my eyes dramatically, I guess I got that one from my dad.
I look up slowly, meeting the grey eyes of what were once my mother.
"I'd say it's a pleasure, but I'm not really feeling it." I replied bored out of my mind, wondering when that clown would come back into the room. Why he'd left I didn't know, but I couldn't act bothered. He has my friends, or so he says, and my gut feeling is that he's not lying.
And you never ignore your gut feeling.
A loud bang caught my attention, emphasising the entrance of the dark 'lord'. Pathetic excuse for a super villain name if you ask me. No where near enough thought gone into that one.
"So?" I asked, standing up from where I was seated on the floor. "You gonna show me where my friends are? Or are we gonna stand here all day and have a catch-up?"
He gritted his teeth, so tight that I thought they might snap. He didn't answer my question, only began to exit the room, so of course I followed him. I gave my 'mother' a deadly look. staring straight into her eyes, and even though her face didn't alter, I could detect the fear that was rushing through her veins.
"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy, Hoggy Hogwarts! Teach us something please!" I chanted on the top of my lungs, aiming to piss him off as much as I possibly could. After a couple of verses I could see that he was beginning to become agitated, my great plan was working.
"Shut up! Or you won't even make it to seeing your friends!"
I rolled my eyes at the rubbish threat, "Come on Tom. I've been told that you loved the chants. Oh, how you would sit at the Slytherin table, a huge smile on your face as you joined in with the song. How cute."
He ignored me once again, as I continued to sing, nothing happening until I finally felt myself fly backwards, my arse hitting a stone cold surface, and my wrists suddenly restrained.
"Salazar, what is it with dark wizards and kinks."
Voldie growled under his breath, turning to face me, which made me raise my hands up in surrender, well, raise them as much as I could, "I'm not judging. I get the impression that Freddie's into that too."
He pulled a face of both disgust and anger, turning away from me once more as if I were a pain to look at."
I only laughed under my breath as he paced the room.
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Fred's pov:
"She'll be alright Freddie." I felt a hand on my back, causing me to spin around.
Remus had been first to follow me through the fireplace, as he looked around the mysterious, dark room. I noticed his wand gripped tightly in his hand, as he pointed it to the four corners of the room, ready for some sort of attack to occur. I copied his actions, whilst a small smile spread to my face when my brother tumbled out of the fire place.
"I think we might be in for a bit of trouble when we get back Freddie." He tried to light up the situation, "Mums not very happy with us..... Or dad."
"Dad?" I questioned.
On cue another ginger toppled out of the fire place, dusting himself off from the floor.
"Well boys, I'll be dead tonight one way or another. If these deatheaters don't kill me, I have my bets that your mother will. And even you can't win that bet against me."
"Dad!" I yelled, "You should have stayed behind!"
He walked towards me, pulling me into a hug, "She's my daughter Fred."
I didn't say anything, only shot him a grateful smile as members of the order started to topple out from different fire places.
I noticed Moody who seemed most angry, his face screwed up as he looked hurriedly around the room.
"No hesitation!" He warned, "You see a deatheater, you blast them. Our mission is to get Y/N back, and get the other kids away from the ministry!"
I sucked in a deep breath, lining up behind the aurors as I prepared to fight.
"You don't have to do this boys." Sirius came up towards me and George, looking way too murderous for my liking, I was glad it wasn't towards me this time.
"I love her." I said flatly, "She means everything to me, and I'm not going to lose her."
"Let's go!"
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We wondered into the next room in silence, the only sound being the groups hurried breathing, indicating their nerves. I was no different.
"We did everything we could to detect some kind of movement, but then we heard it. A loud bang and a series of shouts that made us leap into action, towards the direction of the noise.
"Stupefy!"
My legs carried me faster than they ever had done before, all those years of quidditch had seemed to pay off. George was at my side as the group came into view. Harry, Ron, Ginny, Nevil, Luna, Hermione. I recognised a few deatheaters too, and Bellatrix who I wanted to strangle at the minute. My blood was boiling. I wasn't prepared to fight. I was prepared to kill.
I blasted spell after spell, all whilst keeping my eye out for Y/N. But she wasn't anywhere, no matter where I looked, I caught no sight of her. Sirius had ran straight towards Harry, the pair fighting and protecting one another with every move. Remus had joined Ron and Hermione, helping to defend them against the attacks, whilst encouraging them to get out of there. They didn't listen of course, there was too much on their mind. On everyone's mind, where on earth was Y/N?
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Y/N's pov:
"You know, I said I wouldn't judge, but I don't really appreciate being strapped to a chair." I said, making him turn to me once again.
He prepared to speak, until we heard a shout, a shout that sounded all too familiar to me.
"Stupefy!"
I was no longer acting bored out of my mind, the panic rose and I clenched my jaw to the sight of Voldemorts wide smile, as if he had just conquered the world.
"Leave them alone." I said, "Leave them alone or you'll be dead."
He simply sent me one last evil smile as he exited the room with his wand in hand, leaving me alone and without my wand.
You'd have thought that he'd have been a little smarter though, he wasn't really a match for me it seems. As if he was as smart, he'd have remembered the fact that wandless magic does exist. I laughed, clapping my hands together in victory as I loosened myself of the ropes once wrapped around my hands. I freed myself from the god awful chair, taking a big stretch as I stood began my departure from the room.
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Fred's pov:
It all happened in seconds. One moment the deatheaters were going down in groups. The next? All went to hell.
I'd never seen Voldemort before, I'd only heard how he was described, and pictured his awful face in my head. But nothing could have prepared me for what he actually looked like. He was less of a man, and more a monster. His eyes almost red. A chill travelled down my spine, but in that moment of weakness. In the moment I took to observe him, as the rest did.
We knew we'd failed.
I was restrained. My wand gone from my hand, and my hands bound behind my back. A cold breath breathed down my neck. Looking around the room, it seemed that every one else was in the same position. All except Harry, who stood scared in the middle of the room, with his wand circling the group, waiting for the sighting of Voldemort.
"Harry Potter." His face was scary, but his voice so much more intimidating. How no one hadn't fainted I had no idea.
"I see that my little plan worked." The monster smiled in victory. "It seems that you really do love her then. The girl that you called your sister. Oh, how easy it was to summon you here. You both here actually." His sickening smile pointed in my direction.
"And of course the others. It seems that she means a lot to all of you."
"If you've touched her!" I growled, although I was cut off with a gag as the person behind me, tightened their grip on my throat.
"You'll what?" The murderer laughed triumphantly, the situation obviously highly amusing to him.
"Now, Harry. How about you pass me that prophecy that you have just taken off of that shelf, that's right. That one. Give it to me, and you'll be able to get Y/N back."
"Godric I thought this would be so much harder."
It happened in seconds. I heard the tone of the girl I love most in the world, my head spinning with dizziness as I frantically searched the room for her.
And then I spotted her. Her hair messy and tangled, blood dripping from her lip and her shirt bloody. Yet she still looked like a goddess.
But how could I focus on that, when the greatest scene was playing in front of me.
A confused Voldemort, who had just had a metal chair swung to the back of his head, with great strength. His body hit the floor, and I had to stop myself from laughing, as Y/N dusted her hands off. She met my eyes and sent a wink my way as she prepared to fight once more, the man having pulled his body up from the stone hard floor. In seconds the battle continued, but a great feeling off success for the order surrounded the room. I blasted spells left right and centre, watching as the girl performed in her element. How proud I was to call her my girl.
But once again time seemed to stop in the room, as it does when something like that happens. The fighting stopped and both sides watched in fear, as a spell came from Bellatrix's wand, a terrifying spell that made my eyes go wide in horror. It travelled at lightning speed towards Sirius, who had not yet realised what had happened. But as bad as it sounds, it wasn't that that had my heart stopping. It was the head of curly brown hair that paced my own, running as fast as she could to move her father out of the way.
And all I could do was drop to my knees as I watched the scene play out. It didn't hit her, it hit him. Sirius fell backwards into the archway, that almost seemed to catch him. But nothing could stop her. She had followed him before anyone could get near them. Her final strand of brown curly hair leaving eyesight as both disappeared into the arch, becoming thin air, and harsh reality setting in.
As I moved I felt arms holding me back. The deatheaters had disappeared as Dumbledore had arrived, but I couldn't care less. I struggled in the tight grip George and dad had on me. I noticed Harry doing the same thing whilst trying to get out of Remus's grip. But then I fell limp across the floor, a horrifying scream emitting from my mouth as I refused to admit the harsh reality.
She was gone.
I'd lost her.