the order - f.weasley

- c h a p t e r - t w e n t y-e i g h t -

 Gemma's blood was going artic level cold in her veins as she stared at the emerging figures–surrounding the teens with their wands raised and aimed toward their hearts.

Ginny gasped loudly, and Gemma and Ron reached out for her simultaneously, pulling her behind them as they did.

"To me, Potter..."

Gemma's eyes were glued to the towering form of Lucius Malfoy as he stepped out of the shadows in front of her.

She glowered at him, slowly shaking her head at the wizard, whose gloved hand was outstretched to her brother–wanting the crystal orb in his hands.

"To me," Lucius snarled, his grey eyes flashing.

"Where's Sirius?" Harry suddenly asked, his voice panicked.

Gemma wide-eyed Hermione–who was as white as a ghost only a few feet to her right mouthed, What's wrong with Sirius?

Hermione didn't have time to answer–nor did she look capable of answering as the people around the group–Death Eaters, Gemma assumed–laughed loudly, making the Lupin girl's skin crawl.

"The Dark Lord always knows!" A female voice crowed from somewhere to her left.

"Always," Lucius's lips twisted up into a smug smile. "Now, give me the prophecy, Potter."

"I want to know where Sirius is!" Harry shouted

"I want to know where Sirius is!" The same woman from before repeated, her voice all pitchy and annoying.

The Death Eaters were closing in all around the teens as Harry's voice trembled–border lining panic, "You've got him. He's here. I know he is!"

"The little baby woke up fwightened and fort what it dweamed was twoo!" The woman mocked again.

Gemma snapped her head in her direction, her voice echoing in the room, "WOULD YOU SHUT UP?!"

Harry grabbed her shoulder–stopping her from doing anything else rash–whispering, "Don't do anything. Not ye—"

The woman let out a sharp and shrill laugh–grating against Gemma's nerves and making her flinch slightly as the woman squealed, "You hear him? You hear him? Giving instructions to the other children as though he thinks of fighting us!" Then the woman's obstructed face tilted at Gemma and she laughed, "And look at thiiiisssssss onnnneee...The lovelllyyyy little lass with the lovely redddd currrllssss...Mmmmm, remind you of someone, Luci?"

The way she said that made Gemma almost choke on air as she opened her mouth to demand what she meant, but instead, Lucius interrupted and said in a soft tone, "Oh, you don't know Potter as I do, Bellatrix. He has a great weakness for heroics; the Dark Lord understands this about him. Now give me the prophecy, Potter."

Bellatrix?

Oh bloody hell...

"I know Sirius is here," Harry's breathless words found Gemma's ears as she realised more and more that they were in deep trouble. "I know you've got him!"

The Death Eaters exploded into a series of laughter–the woman being the loudest out of all of them.

"It's time you learned the difference between life and dreams, Potter. You can't believe everything you see," Lucius Malfoy sighed. "Now give me the prophecy, or we start using wands."

Gemma's stomach dropped as she recalled the letter tucked into one of her notebooks at school.

It had warned her. Warned her to not believe everything he sees.