The Nightmare Man

Chapter Sixteen

In the morning Harrison went down the dungeons alone. Lucy had woken him up earlier by jumping up and down his bed, who the hell pointed out my rooms to that energetic thing, not even being bothered by the hovering Dementor. Harrison wondered how her mental state was since she didn't hate him despite what he did and she wasn't affected by the coldness of a Dementor. Even if they didn't suck happiness out there was a notable chill around them.

Now she was running around with Joanne and Ywgraine. They were also taking care of Angel as Severus was busy in the potions lab. Harrison shooed the rest of his servants away to meet Fred and George on his own.

They were both resting on stone tables, breathing deeply. He hovered is hands over their chests. The magic hummed around them, strong and stable.

"Time to wake up," he said aloud. The magic vibrated for a moment and then vanished into the two bodies.

Fred woke up first and sat up. He looked at George, then at Harrison and stated:

"I was eaten by a Dementor."

"Yes, you were."

"That's the most horrible thing I've ever experienced. And then... it spat me out."

"Indeed it did," Harrison said.

"That was disgusting."

"Yes, it was," George agreed and sat up as well. "You made them? Why couldn't you have made them look... well, better-looking?"

"What would be the point of that?" Harrison said. "They're made to frighten people. I hardly think a pink rabbit would have done the job alright."

"He has a point," Fred said.

"That he does."

"So, why are we here?" Fred continued. "Did you save us?"

"Of sorts. How do you feel?"

"Strong," George said.

"Quite normal," Fred continued. "I have a feeling I had something against you a while ago but that's gone. Have you been fiddling with our brains?"

Harrison had to laugh at the suspicious look he was given.

"Yes, I might have fiddled a little bit," he confessed. "Are you angry about it?"

"No. That's your fault too, right?"

"Might be. Who knows? Are you willing to work for me?"

"Are these dungeons?" George asked.

"Yes, it is."

"Oooh, brilliant. Do you have prisoners?"

"Not at the moment," Harrison confessed.

"Bugger," George said.

"I think he's waiting for an answer," Fred said.

The twins looked at him. Harrison arched an eyebrow. Fred and George turned to each other, shrugged and said:

"Why not? Beats hearing mum nag that we can't work on our pranks."

"As long as you don't practise the pranks on me, you're free to experiment," Harrison said. "I can get you prisoners too, if that's what you fancy."

"Your servants don't like prisoners?"

"Elise prefers hunting people. She's overjoyed if they run all over the world. Good exercise. Once she was gone for three months chasing one single person."

"Wow," the twins said simultaneously. "Can we meet her?"

"She's the head servant here. You can't escape that meeting."