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Harry Potter and the Forgotten Enemy. by Marauding hippogriff
Chapter 33 : Chapter 33: Abduction
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 Chapter 33: Abduction

“So you’re sure she’s with us?” Gawain demanded. Harry and Ron were sat opposite the head Auror in his office. To Harry, it still felt like he was getting a detention at school.

“Not sure,” said Harry carefully. “I won’t pretend that I trust her. But she didn’t kill my Aunt and Uncle, or Krum,” he pointed out. Gawain nodded slowly. “My Dad reckons she’s on our side, but he warned me not to trust her,” he added.

“I believe your father is correct,” Gawain replied. “However I’m not entirely sure what to do with her.”

“She could spy for us,” suggested Ron. Gawain shook his head.

“If the werewolves surrounded you last night, then they will know they’ve been betrayed,” Gawain said grimly. “She won’t be any use to us in that way.”

“That reminds me,” said Harry. “Have you any idea how they found us in the first place last night?”

“I know exactly how,” said Gawain grimly. “Grindelwald has taken over the German ministry?”

“What?!” exclaimed Ron before Harry could speak. “How?”

“Destroyed their ministry, effectively,” Gawain replied. Harry noticed he had a slightly haunted look in his eyes as he spoke. “Nobody was left alive.”

“Nobody?” echoed Harry faintly, feeling like he’d been punched.

“Not one,” Gawain replied wearily. “They’ve closed the borders, anyone who Portkeys, apparates or floos in or out of the country is hunted down and murdered.”

“No wonder they got to us so quick,” Ron said. “We were lucky.”

“You were,” Gawain agreed. “We’re organising something, we can’t just let this go. In the meantime, concentrate on matters here. Dismissed.” Harry and Ron nodded and headed back to their cubicles.

“So what do you think?” Ron asked as he poured himself a cup of coffee. “Will Grindelwald come back?”

“If we don’t stop him, defiantly,” Harry replied. “Dumbledore told me he’d stop at nothing to get it,” he muttered. Ron shuddered.

“Being your friend is dangerous,” he commented.

“Thanks,” Harry said dryly. “We should go put protective charms on Number Four. Then we can move the Dursleys back in and clear out the safe house.”

“Anything not to bury ourselves in paperwork,” Ron replied cheerfully. “Let’s go.” Grinning, Harry threw the invisibly cloak over them and disapparated.
“Really is a miserable place,” Ron observed when they arrived. Harry glanced around at the immaculately trimmed hedges, manicured lawns and identical houses-the area was empty.

“Sure is,” he replied, pulling off the cloak. “Let’s go.” They crossed the street and walked straight up Number Four’s drive. Since Dudley had taken ownership of the house after his parent’s apparent deaths, it had still not been sold. Uncle Vernon would probably have a fit when he saw the state of the lawn. “Alohomora,” Harry whispered, and the door unlocked with a small click.

“Probably best not to put a muggle repelling charm on it,” Ron pointed out as Harry raised his wand in the living room.

“You’re right,” Harry agreed, before concentrating on his charms. Ron wandered off, presumably to have a poke around the house.

“You can’t seriously tell me they made you sleep in here for nearly ten years?” he yelped suddenly. Lowering his wand, Harry, slightly irked at the interruption, poked his head around the door. Ron had his head inside the cupboard under the stairs.

“Yeah,” said Harry offhandedly. “I’m over it.”

“I should turn them all into bloody squirrels,” Ron grumbled. Harry couldn’t help but smile at Ron’s protectiveness over him.

“We should get this done,” he reminded him. “We’ve got Death Eaters to catch.”
“Harry,” said Ron a few hours later, after they’d trawled through every file in the Auror office relating to Death Eater activity in Scotland. “Why don’t we ask around the Three Broomsticks or the Hog’s Head? Rosmerta or Aberforth might’ve heard something.”

“Aberforth’s more likely to have heard something,” Harry replied. “With his...distinguished clientele, if you know what I mean?”

“Scumbags,” said Ron, nodding.

“It might be worth a visit,” admitted Harry, then eyed Ron suspiciously. “It’s a Hogsmede weekend isn’t it?” Ron’s ears turned pink.

“I have no idea,” he replied quickly, avoiding Harry’s gaze.

“Ron I’ve known you for nearly eight years,” Harry said with an exasperated sigh. “I know when you’re lying even if Hermione doesn’t.” The pink colour of his ears spread to his cheeks. “But we should look into it anyway,” Harry conceded. “And the girls will have our head if we don’t see them. Mind you, so will Robards if he finds out we’ve been seeing them on duty.”

“Personally, I’m more scared of Ginny and Hermione,” Ron replied, and Harry had to admit he had a point. Despite probably deserving one several times over, he’d not yet been on the receiving end of one of Ginny’s famed Bat Bogey Hexes. He wasn’t particularly keen on trying one either. “Please Harry, we have to go anyway,” he reminded him.

“Fine,” said Harry, caving in. “But it’s on your head if we get caught,” he warned.

“I’ll take it,” Ron replied airily. “After all we’ve done since September, they won’t dare fire us.”

“Don’t jinx it,” moaned Harry. Ron laughed and waved his wand, sending the files flying everywhere. “Brilliant,” said Harry sarcastically.

“Yeah never was very good at that one,” Ron mumbled. “Accio files,” he said, and they all came zooming into his hands. Harry stood up and helped him put them away by hand. “Shall we go then?” said Ron cheerfully. Rolling his eyes, Harry nodded and disapparated.
Hogsmede was just starting to fill up with students.

“Work or social life first?” Harry asked.

“Why not combine?” said Ron cheerfully. “Now all we have to do is find them…” He stood on his tiptoes, scanning the growing crowd.

“Use your mirror?” Harry suggested. He was feeling uncomfortable-people were starting to stare. He was glad they’d worn muggle clothing that morning and not his Auror robes; they’d probably have been reported.

“Right,” muttered Ron, digging in his jacket pocket. Several Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans, a chocolate frog and some Knuts came tumbling out, and Ron dropped to the floor, cursing. Rolling his eyes yet again, Harry pulled out his own mirror from the moleskin pouch he always kept around his neck.

“Ginny Weasley,” he said clearly, as Ron straightened up. A few seconds later, Ginny’s face appeared, her cheeks slightly pink from the cold. She was outside, then.

“Harry,” she said in surprise. “Why are you calling me now? What’s happened?” she demanded suddenly, suspicion and worry flashing in her eyes.

“Nothing,” said Harry quickly. “Ron and I are in Hogsmede, we were wondering if you and Hermione would meet us?” A smile spread across her face.

“Sure,” she said brightly. “Three Broomsticks, five minutes?”

“We’ll be there,” Harry said. Ginny beamed, and the mirror went blank. Harry pocketed it and went to wait. “You better not have lost yours, Hermione will kill you,” he told Ron.

“I haven’t lost it,” Ron protested. “It’s…on my bed,” he explained, blushing violently.

“I do not want to know,” Harry said firmly, shaking his head and leaning up against the wall of the Three Broomsticks. “I’m sure they’re going to be so pleased when we suggest going for a drink at the Hog’s Head,” he thought aloud, trying to change the subject.

“They like Aberforth, it won’t be too bad,” Ron reasoned. “Probably.” Harry laughed.
They saw Ginny and Hermione coming down the path from the castle not long after. They were easily distinguishable thanks to Ginny’s flaming red hair and Hermione’s bright orange hat, which Harry suspected she’d stolen from Ron’s Chudley Cannons collection.

“Harry!” squealed Ginny, hugging him tightly. Grinning, he kissed her on the forehead. Several people wolf whistled.

“Nice to see you too,” he whispered.

“Aren’t you two on duty?” said Hermione suspiciously, once she’d detached herself from Ron’s arms. Harry and Ron exchanged a quick glance.

“Yes,” Harry admitted.

“No,” lied Ron simultaneously. Harry groaned.

“Yes you are,” Hermione said firmly. “You’d get into terrible trouble!” she warned as they started walking down the street, Harry and Ginny, arms linked slightly behind Ron and Hermione, who were now arguing.

“When did that ever stop us?” Ron pointed out. “Come on, we need to see Aberforth.”

“Oh how romantic,” said Hermione sarcastically. “Your idea of a date is bringing us along on one of your assignments now is it?”

“Who said it was a date?” Ron retorted, sticking his tongue out.

“Oh god,” muttered Ginny. Harry knew what she meant-he braced himself for the impending explosion. But it never came. Instead, Hermione giggled and took Ron’s hand.

“What’s he done to her?” Harry asked in mock horror. Ginny stifled a laugh, but let it out once Ron and Hermione entered the Hog’s Head.

“They sure bring out the best in each other,” she replied, shaking her head. Harry nodded and followed them into the gloomy pub, holding the door open for Ginny.

“Not you again,” groaned Aberforth. “Every time you come in I get swamped with customers, it’s a nightmare.”

“Isn’t that good for business?” said Ron blankly.

“Scares away all my regulars,” grunted Aberforth.

“It’s just us today, Ab,” Harry assured him. Aberforth didn’t look convinced.

“What can I getcha?” he said eventually.

“Four bottles of butterbeer,” Harry replied, sliding across the silver and ignoring Ron’s protest. He handed them round, and sat at the bar.

“Don’t you want to go get a table or something?” snapped Aberforth grumpily.

“We’re here on behalf of the Aurors,” Harry explained.

“That goat was like that when I got it,” Aberforth replied instantly, his hand flying to his robes.

“Relax!” said Ron hurriedly, holding up his hands. “We’re not here about any goat…” Harry really did not want to know what had happened to the goat. “We’re tracking Death Eaters,” Ron explained.

“Nice date to bring the ladies on,” Aberforth commented dryly. He winked at Ginny, who giggled.

“Yeah if you see Gawain, don’t mention that,” Harry muttered. “The two we’re tracking were last spotted in Scotland.”

“And you want to know if I’ve heard anything,” Aberforth finished. Harry nodded. “I ain’t heard nothing suspicious for a while,” Aberforth replied. “I’ll keep my ear out though, ask around,” he promised. “You might want to talk to ‘Dung, he might know something,” he added thoughtfully. “He’s been hanging around the village for a couple weeks.”

“Thanks, we’ll give him a try,” Harry replied. “How’re you feeling?” he asked, referring to Aberforth’s injury at the hands of Grindelwald back in September.

“Older than I was,” Aberforth admitted. “But if the bastard comes back for another shot, I’ll make him pay, mark my words,” he growled menacingly. Harry gave an involuntary shudder-Aberforth may resemble his brother in appearance, but that was where the similarities ended. Hurriedly, he drained his butterbeer, hoping to make a quick exit. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the other three mimicking him.

“Well, we should be going,” Harry said briskly, standing. “We’ll see if we can find Mundungus.” Aberforth grunted in reply, and they trotted out of the exit.

“Guy knows how to hold a grudge,” commented Ron once they were out of sight. “He’s scary.”

“Ron,” sighed Hermione. “You know Grindelwald as good as killed Arianna, whether or not he cast the final curse. If Harry even made Ginny cry you’d try to tear him to pieces.”

“He’d have to put him back together after I’d finished with him,” Ginny put in sweetly.

“I’ll bear it in mind,” Harry muttered. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see someone moving in the shadowy alleyway between the Hogs Head and the building next to it. Glancing at it, he saw a man in Consecrat robes, going for his wand. Pushing Ginny aside, he pulled out his wand as fast as possible-much quicker than his new opponent.
“Stupefy!” Harry yelled. The spell connected, and the Consecrat solider dropped to the floor. People began to scream.

“Harry! Wha- there’s more!” Ron yelped, drawing his own wand. “Protego!” Two stunners bounced off Ron’s shield charm. Spinning around, Harry saw four more Consecrat soldiers closing in.

“Locomotor!” Hermione cried. A heavy wooden bench flew across the street and knocked them flying.

“Brilliant Hermione!” praised Harry. More stunning spells started to rain down-they were everywhere. “Ginny, Hermione, go get help!” Harry shouted as he deflected two more stunners and petrified a man who was trying to get a shot off at Ginny. “We’ll hold them off!”

“Don’t be stupid!” snapped Ginny as she hit a would be attacker in the chest with a nasty looking hex. “There’s far too many of them!”

“All the more reason!” Ron snapped. “We’re Aurors, it’s our job! Go!” he insisted. But they couldn’t-the Consecrat members had surrounded the village.

“Try to apparate,” Harry told them. “Now!” he screamed as the girls hesitated. Hermione gave in and turned on the spot, but nothing happened. “Shit,” Harry cursed. “They must’ve put an anti disapparation jinx on the place!”

“Harry!” Ginny squealed as three of the soldiers turned on her. Leaping to her defence, Harry ruthlessly defeated them, blasting them with so many hexes and curses in such a short space of time that they resembled overgrown, furry slugs.

“We have to push through,” Harry growled as he pulled Ginny back to Ron and Hermione, both of whom were fighting as well as ever. “Like old times isn’t it,” he muttered to Ron.

“I missed them terribly,” Ron replied sarcastically. “Although I did miss that,” he added as Hermione disarmed two fighters and bound them together with shining, silver rope. “Aberforth!”
The barman came charging in to view, blasting aside fighters left and right with ease.

“I’ve warned Gawain!” he yelled. “We just have to hold out-” his sentence was cut short as a stunner hit him in the chest, sending him crashing backwards into the wall of Dervish and Bangs.

“Where are the kids?” Hermione cried, before knocking a death eater out cold with a knockback jinx to the head.

“Holed up inside the shops, by the looks of things,” Harry replied as a severing charm sliced a bad wound in his arm. “Worry about us right now,” he added. Suddenly, their attackers charged. Harry was separated from the others as he fought for his life, sending spells left, right, every direction he could. But it wasn’t enough. An impediment jinx struck him in the stomach, he was lifted bodily off the ground and slammed into a wall, his glasses nowhere to be found. The world faded, and everything was black.
“Harry, Please wake up! You must!” came a desperate voice, shaking him awake. He opened his eyes blearily, and his glasses were put gently on his face. Hermione’s tear stained face entered his vision. He gripped her shoulder.

“What is it?” he said. “Are you okay? Where’s Ron and Ginny?”

“I’m here,” came Ginny’s voice, very shakily.

“I’m fine,” Hermione replied. “But…they got him. Harry, they’ve taken Ron!” she whispered, beginning to cry again. Harry sat up like a rocket.

“What happened?” he demanded.

“After you got put out, it all went to shit,” Ginny replied grimly. “Ron took on four of them on his own, trying to get to you. He took down three, but the last one got in a sneaky jinx as he finished off the third. He just grabbed him and disapparated.”

“Then what?” Harry asked, turning to Hermione. He got the impression he once again owed her his life.

“I-I-oh Harry please don’t be angry!” she wailed. “We were getting overwhelmed, me and Ginny, so I-I used fiendfyre,” she finished in a whisper. Harry’s jaw dropped.

“How’d it go?” he asked after a minute.

“Pretty well,” supplied Ginny. “She used it to attack all of them at once, and they ran for it. They didn’t even manage to get you.”

“Thanks Hermione,” Harry said, pulling her close. “I’ll get him back, I swear,” he vowed fiercely. “I’m going to Nurmengard.”

“Now?” squeaked Hermione in alarm. Harry nodded.

“Not on your own you’re not!” growled Ginny.

“It can’t wait,” Harry insisted. “I’m not leaving him.” His eyes were burning, he hauled himself to his feet.

“I’m going with you,” Hermione said firmly. “He’s my fiancé.”

“He’s my brother,” Ginny added. “I’m coming.”

“No!” snapped Harry. “I can’t let you, not this time. It’s my job!”

“Maybe you don’t have to do this all alone!” shrieked Hermione angrily. “We’re coming with you!”

“Remember the last time you tried to stop us?” Ginny said, and Harry knew she was referring to the Battle in the Department of mysteries. He sighed.

“Fine. Get your broom,” he growled. “We can’t apparate into Germany or they’ll know.” Hermione nodded, and Ginny raised her wand.

“Accio Nimbus!” she yelled. A few moments later, the broom came soaring across the sky. “Here,” she said, handing it to Hermione, who put it in her faithful beaded bag.

Harry pulled out a grubby old sweet wrapper from his pocket. “Portus,” he muttered, tapping it with his wand. “Touch it,” he said, holding it out to them. There was a tug from behind his navel, and they were gone.
“My Lord?” said a voice from the other side of the wall. Gellert stood up and flicked his wand. The wall dissolved, and Valko Dragonov stepped through the gap into Gellert’s private quarters. “The men have returned from Hogsmede.

“And?” said Gellert. “Did they capture either the Weasley or the Granger girl?”

“Better,” replied Valko, grinning. “Bring him in.” Dolohov and Rowle came through dragging with them a limp, vainly struggling man with a shock of red hair. “Potter’s partner, the Weasley girl’s older brother. His best friend, I hear as well.”

“Ah yes, Ronald isn’t it? Well you are in a pickle, aren’t you,” said Gellert, cupping the man’s face. “I suppose Mr Potter will be winging his way over to rescue you.”

“Go to hell,” Ron whispered weakly, and spat in Grindelwald’s face. All colour drained from the old man’s cheeks, replaced with pure, white anger.

“Crucio!” he spat coldly. Ron had never felt pain like it, his skin was on fire, his eyes were watering, and he couldn’t help but cry out. Grindelwald laughed cruelly and removed the curse. Bending down, he whispered in Ron’s ear-the menace in his voice chilled Ron’s blood “Manners cost nothing, dear boy, but there’s plenty more where that came from if you don’t behave.” He stood up and turned to Rowle and Dolohov.
“Lock him in the highest tower. I appreciate the irony,” he smirked. “Valko, go and warn the guards to be extra vigilant. Potter is likely to come charging in on his own, given his foolish nature.”

“He’ll beat you!” roared Ron, struggling furiously against Rowle and Dolohov. “He beat Voldemort, what makes you think you’re any better!”

“SILENCE!” thundered Gellert, slashing his wand. Ron’s mouth continued to move furiously, but nothing came out. “Don’t kill him, we may need him for bargaining later. But other than that, do what you wish,” he told Dolohov and Rowle. Ron’s eyes dilated with fear slightly, but his expression remained defiant.
Deep down, he was willing Harry not to come to his aid, even though he knew he would. He couldn’t have his best friend’s blood on his hands.
“The jinx is down sir!” called Hestia. Gawain had called out the entire Auror department when Aberforth had contacted him, but they’d been unable to break through the wards the Consecrat had hurriedly put around Hogsmede. It’d taken them around twenty minutes-far too late, it seemed. The village was empty, and the main square was scorched beyond recognition

“What the hell happened?” Gawain whispered to himself. Then he sprang into action. “Williamson, Lescott! Round up any of the Consecrat fighters that have been incapacitated. Richman, Jones, I want eyewitness accounts from everyone you can find. Proudfoot, Longbottom, I need you to find out where these scorch marks came from. Diggle, head up to the castle and inform Minerva of the situation. Move!” he roared. The Aurors bustled into action immediately. Gawain strode over to Dervish and Bangs, where Aberforth Dumbledore was leaning up against the wall, rubbing his head.

“Gawain,” he grunted in acknowledgement. “What took you so long?”

“They put up wards around the village,” Gawain explained. “What happened?”

“Don’t know much,” Aberforth replied. “I came out when I heard a disturbance, found Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny fighting alone,” he explained. “I got stunned pretty quick, just came round maybe ten minutes ago? Ron was gone, and Harry, Hermione and Ginny portkeyed off pretty soon after.” Gawain’s face drained of colour.

“Did they say where they were going?” he asked urgently.

“Dunno,” Aberforth grunted. “Too far away wasn’t I?” Gawain groaned, just as Daisy Richman came running up behind him.

“Sir, we’ve got bad news,” she said worriedly, her blue eyes sparking with tears.

“What is it?” Gawain demanded, hauling Aberforth to his feet.

“Rosmerta was watching out the window, she says the Consecrat took Ron,” Daisy whispered. “She thinks Harry, Hermione and Ginny have gone after him.

“I don’t doubt it,” Gawain growled roughly. “He’s going to get himself killed.” Dedalus had reappeared, with a rather fearful looking Professor McGonagall.

“What’s going on, Robards?” she demanded, her nostrils flaring. “Two of my students have portkeyed off site, Hogsmede is a mess…”

“Minerva!” Gawain snapped. “We have a situation. I need you to restore order,” he said firmly. McGonagall glared at him, but nodded.

“I shall take care of it,” she said briskly. “Do what you have to do.” Gawain nodded, and hurried back to the centre of the town.

“Sonorous,” he muttered, raising his wand to his throat. “Aurors!” he thundered, his voice magically magnified. “Return to the ministry at once, we have a serious situation on our hands.” With that, he disapparated, appearing in the Auror office seconds before the rest of his department.

“What’s going on Gawain?” asked Proudfoot, the first to appear.

“Weasley’s been captured by the Consecrat,” Gawain said grimly. “Potter’s gone in like a bloody fool to get him out. We have no choice, we have to act.”

“What’s the plan?” Neville asked immediately.

“We can’t just go and knock on the front door,” Dedalus pointed out.

“I don’t plan too,” said Gawain calmly. “Richman, bring her out.” Daisy nodded and headed off down the corridor to the holding cells. She returned a few moments later with Sabine Derschwarze, who still looked rather haughty and proud, despite her recent imprisonment.

“What can I do for you?” she said, fixing Gawain with her cold, black eyes.

“We need to get into Nurmengard,” Gawain replied, his fiery grey eyes meeting her gaze. “Tonight.”

“It is suicide,” she proclaimed. “Nobody escapes the fortress alive.”

“Alone, yes it probably would be,” admitted Gawain. “But with you, we can get in.” She surveyed him for a few moments, silence falling across the office.

“There is a way,” she said finally. “A passage, through the mountains. It will take time.”

“Then we best hurry,” Gawain replied. “We don’t have much time left.”
Harry and Hermione led the way on his Firebolt, soaring across the French-German border. Ginny followed close behind on her Nimbus, the Firebolt’s extra load allowing the Nimbus to keep up as Harry set a blistering pace across the sky. Hidden by disillusionment charms, at the speed they were going they were practically invisible to wizard and muggle eyes alike.

“Harry,” said Hermione quietly. “How do you know where you’re going?”

“When I had the vision of Voldemort,” he said simply. “It’s like he drew a map for me or something.”

“How nice of him,” replied Hermione sarcastically. “Are we nearly there?”

“Couple more minutes,” Harry guessed. “Stick with me Hermione. I mean it,” he said firmly. “We won’t do him any good if we all end up captured.” She didn’t respond for a while, then sighed.

“Fine,” she said shortly. “You’re right.”

“Never thought I’d have to be the voice of reason,” he muttered.

“Don’t get used to it,” Hermione replied darkly. “You may be the constant meditator in mine and Ron’s disputes, but I’m still the brains of the operation.”

“I know,” Harry replied. “We’ve missed you this past year,” he admitted. Hermione was touched, but she didn’t let him see her blush.

“Bless you,” she said softly. The rain was starting to fall faster as they continued to fly north. And, all of a sudden, there it was, looming out of the sky. “Is that..?”

“Yup,” said Harry grimly, slowing to a halt. “That’s Nurmengard.”

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