The Lost Witch | Fred Weasley

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

- TW: Violence and torture -

Previously:
"Well? Trust me, child, I am not above using any means necessary to get you to talk," she snarled, a sadistic smile coming across her face.
"Oh I know," I snarked back with a humourless laugh.
"I assumed the Dark Magic quills you prefer for your detentions weren't Ministry approved. What would our dear old Fudge say?" I mocked her.

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"Why you little – " she had just raised her wand at me now and I had just reached the handle of my own when the door flew open, and in came the goons I knew as Crabbe and Goyle.

"Professor! We think Potter's in your office. We spotted his friends patrolling the corridor." She turned around at them with burning hatred in her eyes before turning back to me. "Very good, boys. Let's head there now. Bring her with you."

She stood from her seat, and I quickly concealed my wand in my boot again as they came forward with matching smirks before they roughly pulled me out of my hospital bed.

We passed Ron, Ginny, Neville and Luna, all being restrained by members of the Inquisitorial Squad, Umbridge instructing them to place gags on them.

She rushed forwards ahead of us and the Slytherins all had a good laugh at how pathetic we all were. I wrestled against the two holding me, but they just laughed at my feeble attempts. We reached the top of the stairs and I overheard Umbridge. "– Hogwarts will shortly be a Weasley-free zone, doesn't it?" I heard a familiar chuckle when Umbridge's voice rose.

Crap. What's he doing here?

"Well, what are you waiting for?! Bring her in!" One of my guards grabbed me by the hair and threw me into the room, knocking me against the front of her desk.

Draco's chuckle quickly died down and he tensed up from his resting position against the windowsill.

I looked around at the people in the room.

"Well, isn't this a surprising group of friends," I said sarcastically looking from one friend to the other as they were all restrained and gagged by a member of the I-Squad.

Umbridge pointed her wand at me, a rope coming out the end and wrapping itself around my neck tightly. Ginny started fighting harder against her captor, earning her a blow in the back.

Draco stood from his position, staring at my struggling face. He clutched his wand tightly and his gaze shifted to Umbridge, eyes filled with hatred. I pulled at the rope to try and get air into my lungs. At my strangled breath he looked back to me. I subtly shook my head at him.

He couldn't show he cared.

"Draco – fetch Professor Snape," Umbridge called to him coolly. He looked pained at the idea, but I gave him as stern a look as I could manage. He sent a glare at the back of Umbridge's head and then left the room, running to get the Professor.

I felt the rope leave my throat as I heaved in gulps of air, coughing after the pressure had left, grabbing onto my throbbing throat with my hands.

"Get her in there." I don't know who she was giving orders to, but I was lifted off the floor and placed in the chair that had been stood in front of the window. My hands were gathered behind my back and tied with a rope magically. The rope snaking around my middle as well keeping me in place.

"Now, Potter. You are actually going to have to wait a minute because I have to prioritize," she said, her toad smile gleaming. She narrowed her eyes at me.

"If you are going to be as unwilling to talk as Mr Potter, we are going to have to return to those 'other methods' I mentioned earlier," she explained as she slowly came towards me.