sapphire || fred weasley

forty-six

Triggering content, viewer discretion advised.

Fred had been working on a plan to rescue Beatrice for weeks now. He hadn't told a single soul that he wouldn't have been able to do so if it hadn't been for the anonymous source that was secretly tipping him off about Death Eater activity.

So far, he knew the location where Beatrice was being kept as well as the amount of death eaters that were guarding the place on a daily basis. And so far, he had been managing to devise a rough idea of a plan with help of the house plans that were provided to him by none other than Theodore Nott.

Fred of course didn't know that Theo was behind it all.

Unlike Amelia, his loyalty did not belong to neither the Order nor the Death Eaters. His loyalty would always lie with his sister.

The sister who had put her life on hold for his several times.

The sister who sacrificed everything without expecting anything in return.

Theo felt it was only fair for him to help her out of the hell hole she hade been forced into.

An eerie silence had settled over 12 Grimmauld Place, which had been a rare occurrence and the past couple of weeks. Fred took advantage of said thing and managed to slip out of the old house without being seen nor heard by anyone.

He was reviewing the house plans sent to him by the alleged anonymous source with Graham and Cedric while Adrian and Cee practiced dueling and Poppy made healing potions. Luckily, Cedric had been kind enough to offer his house as their version of headquarters for the side line mission they were keen in accomplishing.

"So she's not being kept in the normal cellar then?" Graham frowned.

"No," Fred shook his head. "She's being kept in a separate one from the other prisoners that they have."

"So if we can't go in from the East Wing, that would be taking a longer path that can lead to getting caught," Cedric added, crossing out with a quill the initial plan that Graham had come up with.

"There are a couple of ways in," Fred sighed and downed the glass of fire whiskey he was holding prior to setting it down. "Each wing has its own private entrace. The north one belongs to Lucius, Narcissa is in the south one. Aster has the West one and Draco the East. There is also the kitchen's backdoor entrance-"

"Place is like a bloody maze," Graham scoffed. "We know there are a million ways in already Fred, the cellar is the lowest floor in the house so maybe we could find a better access from the bottom floor that does not involve the wings."

"I think we should risk it and go through Narcissa's wing," Fred pinched the bridge of his nose. "It's less dangerous that way, there are not nearly as half of protective enchantments as with the other two-"

"But the plans don't show how to get to the cellar from the south wing," Cedric said annoyedly. "We can't just wing this plan you know."

"I've winged all my plans and not a single one has been unsuccessful though," Fred rolled his eyes. "But fine, I'll find another way to get in but I need to find the weak spots in the manor first."

"So, besides us," Cee chimed in after sending Adrian flying against a wall. "Who else will help in the rescue mission?"

"Bitch," Adrian muttered, standing up and letting Poppy fix his foot which he had graciously landed on.

"George, my brother Charlie, Lee, Oliver, Katie and Alicia," Fred listed.

"Is Angelina still at St. Mungo's?" Cedric asked.