Chapter 59 - Fred Weasley

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In the heat of the fight Hermione had stormed out of the tent, I knew she would return shortly, she always did. Vesper came back empty handed, which was more than strange considering she was the one who volunteered to collect the sword.

"Where's the sword?" Harry asked immediately standing from his once calm sitting nature. Vesper herself went a ghostly white colour, he lips were pierced as if she didn't wish to speak.

"It's gone" Two singular words were spoken, before a scream. We all turned worried and sprinted towards the tent door. I fiddled with the zip before it finally realised and we were outside, exposed to what was happening to Hermione.

Several snatched were outside the tent standing awkwardly spaced out, deflecting any use of us running or escaping. I glanced around realising each member of our small group had their wands at the ready pointed at each snatcher. The snatchers as a whole I recognises only days prior, we didn't think much of it then, now it was coming back to haunt us.

I noticed out of the corner of my eyes a shiny object, I turned my gaze and was met with the sword, it's blade reflecting off of the sunlight, I guess we had figured out where it had gone.

"Tisk tisk tisk, if I were you I would put down the wands, otherwise Miss pretty over here will get it" One of them snickered. He was holding Hermione in his arms, his wand pointed directly at her neck, with one wrong step she would be killed. We all lowered our wands, mostly in unison continuously looking from each other and back.

I was watching Ron out of the corner of my eye and I knew the look that was plastered on his face, he was about to do something, something dumb at that. Sure enough Ron started charging towards the snatches, although he didn't get far before one of them stunned him, he fell face first into the ground.

"Ron" Hermione cried, he voice heavily strained at the weight being place on it

"Your boyfriend will get much worse than that if he doesn't learn how to behave himself" one of them laughed then for the first time looked up at our group. His eyes seemed to widen and he walked over and whispered something in what seemed to be the leaders ear. We all stood motionless as a faint smile formed on the lips of the leader, with one swift head tilt we were all being grabbed and taken.

"Alright, alright I can walk by myself thanks" I said jokingly as I was pushed towards the ground.

"You better watch it, and get off of me I'm not a blood traitor unlike these lot" Vesper said resisting the grip of one of the nameless snatchers. I whipped my head around to see exactly what she was talking about. She locked eyes with Harry mouthing the words of "I'm sorry" before she started to roll up her sleeve. I heard Lina gasp and make an slight squeaking sound, she was right. The thin black lines of the disgusting death mark were plastered on her forearm. The snatcher who was holding her seemed to realise the mark and immediately let go of her, she dusted herself off people moving towards the leader.

"We're not taking this lot to the ministry" Vesper said locking eyes with Harry, "he would appreciate it more if we take them directly to the manor" She finished saying. I knew exactly who she was talking about, Voldemort.

They had confiscated our wands as we aparated to Malfoy manner, I didn't know how well Ron would go with the whole charm but he seemed to be keeping it together for now at least. Vesper practically skipped inside as we were shoved into the darkened room, I assumed this was or used to be some type of dining room, the wooden floors now stripped of any furniture, although you could see the faint outline of where a table once stood.

"Father I'm home" Vesper called out, her tone from the person we once new was completely different it was now a sickening, overly cheerful voice.

I took in a deep breathe as I saw the death eaters emerge, first it was Draco and Narcissa, then came Lucius a look of pure delight spread across his pale face, then Bellatrix, Peter Pettigrew, Barty Crouch Jr, and finally Theodore Nott. I immediately glanced over to Selina watching as she wiped a singular tear off her face.

"Well done Vess you pulled it off" Draco said before being hushed by his father, proving just how much control Lucius really had over the family.

Lucius walked over to Vesper embracing her with a hug as she too took her position with the death eaters, now glancing at all of us. Her eyes were filled with a glassy effect as if she was trying not to cry, I hope she cried and felt remorse for what she had done.

"And oh goodie we have more people then expected" Bellatrix said clapping her hands, she glided across the floor over to where Selina was standing, I clenched my jaw as she did so.

"What no welcome to family?" She smiled, I watched as Selina opened her mouth spitting directly into Bellatrixs face, I had to stop myself from laughing.

"Theodore you know Selina, please take her to the living room, oh and the mud blood too" Bellatrix said in a menacing tone starring into Hermiones eyes. I looked up watching as Theo resisted for a short moment before walking over to Selina and grabbing a hold of her wrist, he did the same for hermione and pulled them away.

"stop Theo please, please you don't know to do this please" Selina was begging her voice was cracking and it was hard to make out exactly what she was saying.

"let go of me" Hermione's voice joined in as they were placed into a room, just out of view from where we were standing although we could still hear everything.

"Please, please, vesper this is all your fault you did this to us you, you" You could hear the cry's coming from Selina until they were cut of by a blood curling scream. I immediately glanced over to the door, as Theo re-entered the room.

"They've been taken care of me now at least" He said

"How could you do this WE TRUSTED YOU" I said pointing my gaze at Vess she shrugged her shoulders sighing.

"Chatty lot aren't they?" Bellatrix said laughing.

Without another hesitation we were all grabbed and thrown down the stairs and into what seemed like dungeon cells.

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