Chapter 18 : Captured
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Author's Note: Hey everyone! Sorry it took so long to update, I'll try to make it more regular now that I've actually finished writing this story :) It's good, really good. There were a lot of moments where I was crying like a baby. So hopefully you'll like everything to come, and if not, well, that's not my fault! Actually, it is, because I wrote it...but I like it, so that's what matters! Anyways, read on and don't forget to review (which encourages me to update faster!).
"Come out of there with your hands on your heads!" a rasping voice said through the darkness. "We know you're in there! You've got half a dozen wands pointing at you and we don't care who we curse!"
All I could think about was Emily and the baby. If either one of them were killed, it would be my fault for saying Voldemort's name. I had no idea how Emily or I would be able to protect the unborn baby, but my stomach was filling with sickening dread.
I glanced over at the other three, but could only see their outlines. I did, however, see Hermione point her wand and suddenly, my face was burning. I fell to my knee in agony. My face was swelling rapidly under my hands as footsteps approached.
"Get up, vermin."
Someone dragged me roughly off the ground and before I could stop them, they had dug through my pockets and taken the blackthorn wand. I still clutched my face, which felt like someone else it was so swollen and puffy. I could barely see, my eyes reduced to slits and my glasses falling off as I was herded out of the tent.
All I could really make out was four or five people wrestling Ron and Hermione outside too. It was taking at least seven to hold Emily (who didn't look anything like Emily) down. "Let me go!" she screamed at them, struggling to get out of their grip. I knew there were so many things she could do to try to avoid capture, but by doing that she would reveal who she was, and who we all were, and that's something I knew she would never risk.
"Get - off - them!" Ron shouted before there was a sound of knuckles hitting flesh. Ron grunted in pain as Hermione screamed, "No! Leave him alone, leave him alone!"
"Your boyfriend's going to have worse than that done to him if he's on my list," said a horribly familiar, rasping voice. "Delicious girl...what a treat...I do enjoy the softness of the skin..."
My stomach did a flip. It was Fenrir Greyback.
"Search the tent!" another voice yelled.
I was thrown face down onto the ground. A thud told me that Ron was thrown down beside me. I could hear crashing as the men started knocking things over as they searched the tent.
"Now, let's see who we’ve got," Greyback's gloating voice said from overhear before I was rolled over onto my back. A bright wand light was shone in my face and Greyback laughed. "I'll need Firewhiskey to wash this one down. What happened to you, ugly?"
I didn't answer.
"I said," Greyback repeated, and I was filled with pain and I was kicked quite hard in the diaphragm. My eyes started to water as I doubled over, "what happened to you?"
"Stung," I said in a thick voice. "Been stung."
"Yeah, looks like it," a second voice said. I knew what was coming next and I tried to think of a fake name, something I probably should've done a long time ago.
"What your name?"
Saying the first name that came to mind, I answered, "Dudley."
"And your first name?"
"I - Vernon. Vernon Dudley."
"Check the list, Scabior," Greyback ordered before I heard him move sideways to look down at Ron instead. "And what about you, ginger?"
"Stan Shunpike," Ron said.
"Like 'ell you are," the man called Scabior said. "We know Stan Shunpike, 'e's put a bit of work our way."
There was another thud.
"I'b Barny," Ron said and I knew in an instant his mouth was full of blood. "Barny Weasley."
"A Weasley?" Greyback asked. "So you're related to blood traitors even if you're not a Mudblood. And what abut your pretty little friend..." The tone of his voice made my skin crawl.
"Easy, Greyback," Scabior said over the jeering of the others.
"Oh, I'm not going to bite just yet. We'll see if she's a bit quicker at remembering her name than Barny. Who are you, girly?"
"Penelope Clearwater," Hermione said, using the name of someone who had graduated with Ron's brother, Percy. That was smart. I should've thought of something like that.
"What you're blood status?"
"Half-blood," Hermione said.
"And what about this pretty little thing? What's your name, sweetheart?" Greyback asked, his voice making me want to punch him in the face.
"Megan Jones," Emily said immediately, taking on the facade of one of the Hufflepuffs in our year. She even spoke with a British accent to make it seem less and less like it was her. If I hadn't known she was here, I wouldn't have thought it was her, which was good. I was really proud of her. "Half-blood."
"Easy enough to check," Scabior said. "But the lot of you look like you're still 'ogwarts age -"
"We'b left," Ron said.
"Left, 'ave you, ginger?" Scabior asked. "And you decided to go camping? And you thought, just for a laugh, you'd use the Dark Lord's name?"
"Nod a laugh. Aggiden," Ron said.
"Accident?" There was more laughing.
"You know who used to like using the Dark Lord's name, Weasley?" Greyback growled. "The Order of the Phoenix. Mean anything to you?"
"Well, they don't show the Dark Lord proper respect, so the name's been Tabooed. A few Order members have been tracked that way. We'll see. Bind them up with the other two prisoners!"
Someone yanked me up by the hair and dragged me a short distance before forcing me into a sitting position and tying me back to back with other people. When the many tying everyone up walked away, I whispered to the other prisoners.
"Anyone still got a wand?"
"No," Hermione and Ron said from the other side of me.
"Em, you okay?" I said. I knew it was safe to call her by that nickname, because I could mean the letter M, as in Megan.
"Mhmm," she mumbled. She mumbled something else that I didn't quite catch and suddenly I had perfect vision. "You have to be able to see to defend yourself. It's only temporary," she whispered in the same British accent, not willing to give any indication of who she really was. "Get her knife."
"What?" I asked.
"You'll know what I mean when the time comes," she said quietly, and then fell silent, not going into any more detail. I tried to comprehend what she meant, but I literally had no idea.
"This is all my fault. I said the name. I'm sorry -"
"Harry?" It was a new but familiar voice to the left of Hermione.
I strained to see if my suspicions were right, but because it was so dark and I was at such an awkward angle, I resorted to saying, "Dean?"
"It is you! If they find out who they've got -! They're Snatchers, they're only looking for truants to sell for gold -"
"Not a bad haul for one night," Greyback was saying triumphantly, following by more crashes from inside the tent. "A Mudblood, a runaway goblin, and these truants. You checked their names on the list yet, Scabior?" he roared.
"Yeah. There's no Vernon Dudley on 'ere, Greyback."
"That's interesting," Greyback said, crouching beside me. He smelled like dirt, sweat, and blood, just like he had on the night Dumbledore had been killed. "So you aren't wanted, then, Vernon? Or are you on that list under a different name? What house were you in at Hogwarts?"
"Slytherin," I answered automatically.
"Funny 'ow they all thinks we want to 'ear that," Scabior said from the shadows. "But none of 'em can tell us where the common room is."
"It's in the dungeons," I said. "You enter through the wall. It's full of skulls and stuff and it's under the lake, so the light's all green."
"There was a short pause in which all I could hear was my heart pounding in my chest. I hoped to Merlin they couldn't hear it too.
"Well, well, looks like we really 'ave caught a little Slytherin," Scabior said. "Good for you, Vernon, 'cause there ain't a lot of Mudblood Slytherins. Who's your father?"
"He works at the Ministry," I lied. I knew this story would collapse with the smallest investigation, but I knew I only had a little while until my face turned back to normal, so it didn't matter anyways. "Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes."
"You know what, Greyback, I think there is a Dudley there," Scabior said.
"Well, well," Greyback said. I could hear just a little trepidation in his voice and I knew that Greyback was wondering if he had indeed just attacked and bound the son of a Ministry official. "If you're telling the truth, ugly, you've got nothing to fear from a trip to the Ministry. I expect your father'll award us just for picking you up."
"But if you just let us -"
"Hey!" cam a shout from inside the tent. Greyback went to investigate and came back out with Gryffindor's sword, which he seemed pretty interested by. I lied and said that it was my "father's" and that we borrowed it to cut firewood.
"'ang on a minute. Greyback, come look at this," Scabior called and my scar started to burn. I could clearly see a towering building, and Voldemort gliding towards the fortress with a sense of purpose. I had to use a lot of effort to close my mind from Voldemort’s thoughts to focus on what was going on right now.
"Well, well, well," Greyback said, approaching Emily. "Megan Jones, is it?"
"What house and year are you in, Megan?"
"Hufflepuff, seventh year," Emily answered automatically in the accent, showing no emotion on her face.
"You see, I find that quite strange, because did you know that a roll call was done at Hogwarts earlier today and you were marked as present by the Headmaster himself?"
I froze. No way. No way they had been able to get the information that quickly.
"I left after curfew today," Emily made up, but she was grasping at straws now and it was obvious.
"Check her neck," Greyback ordered. A few of the Snatchers brought her away from the rest of the group and yanked her now brown hair up so that they could see her neck. Greyback walked up and grinned upon seeing the birthmark, marking her as the heir to the throne of the Fairy colony. "Well, this changes everything, doesn't it, Princess? You Fairies and your silly, pathetic magic. Did you really think it was going to do anything to help you if you don't remember to cover your birthmark?" Emily said nothing, just glared at him.
Greyback smirked as the Snatchers tied her back up. Now that they knew it was Emily, it wasn't a far stretch to me, Hermione, and Ron. Greyback crouched back in front of me as the stinging curse started fading, my scar starting to show through. And then they found the glasses, which they shoved back onto my face.
After arguing about what they were going to do with us, they decided that they wanted the credit for this, so they were going to take us back to Voldemort's base at Malfoy Manor.
We were all dragged to our feet, Greyback grabbing a fistful of my hair and Disapparating with us. When we landed, I saw a pair of wrought-iron gates at the foot of what seemed like a long drive.
"How do we get in? They're locked, Greyback, I can't - blimey!"
The iron started contorting itself into a frightening face, and said, "State your purpose!"
"We've got Potter and the Princess," Greyback roared triumphantly. "We've captured Harry Potter and the Princess!"
The gates swung open. "Come on!" Greyback barked at his men as we were all forced through the gates and up the drive. Suddenly Emily stopped dead in her tracks before starting to freak out. Screaming and writing as she tried to get away. Greyback walked up to her and asked, "Bring back any fond memories?"
I understood immediately. This was where they had held her captive last year and tortured her. This is where she had escaped from, and I knew that if she could help it, she wasn't going back.
She spat in his face and kicked Greyback in the groin, making him fall to the ground in pain. She lit her whole body on fire, forcing the people holding her to let go of her and she looked around, challenging them to do something different before the fire disappeared, and she slumped to the ground.
"Stupid bitch," Greyback growled as two Snatchers picked up her unconscious body and continued to drag her body towards the house. I wanted to raise a fuss, to do something to try and gain her freedom, but I knew that it was useless at this point. They would just kill her if I tried again, and they wouldn't hesitate in doing so.
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