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SazMarie · 04-13-2008, 10:51 PM

Okay, this is crappy. I've just spend about an hour typing all of this up and I accidentally press the refresh button.

Yup, I'm that stupid, but presides from that hi y'all! I'm baaack!
If you guys don't mind I'm just going to dive straight back in to the story, but all your posts have been great! Really touching, and I read and appreciate every single one!

One hour had past, and still no Ron, people were getting anxious, but Ron was usually late Harry concluded in his head, and told himself not to panic, but couldn't help keep glancing at the cloak on the wall.

Two hours and nerves were high, Hermione mumbled something and Apparted out, to investigate their apartment to see if Ron had came looking for her. She came back empty handed.

Three hours and everyone was close to panic, Mr Weasley quickly set up a Portkey to transport the Dursley back home, figuring it was an emergency, and if anyone found out about his illegal Portkey, they would understand. He Apparted to the Burrow to investigate and came back with a frantic Mrs Weasley. It was useless, time to call in the Order.

Four hours and Harry was sitting agitated at the kitchen table of Grimmauld Place, with a white faced Ginny clutching to his left arm, with Luna muttering soft words to a whimpering Hermione to his right, and straight in front of him Mr Weasley comforted a distort Mrs Weasley. Wherever he looked, Harry couldn't escape the pain, which he put down to, was his fault.

There was a creaking and a small crash signalling the arrival of a new guest, heads all shot up and swung round hopefully, wishing that a bonding Ron would enter the kitchen, wondering why everyone was at HQ, but it was Kingsley, whose usual happy and relaxed face was strained with the classic symptoms of 'Bearer of bad news.'

At once Mrs Weasley darted away from her husband and begged Kingsley for information, "What are you doing here? You said you wouldn't come here until you had information, did he contact you, has he got my son?" She screeched as she practically collapsed sobbing in to the waiting arms of Mr Weasley.

"We have had contact." Kingsley began reluctantly and held out a package with a note pinned on top, "Lord Secutus sent us this, we bel... Harry don't!" Kingsley warned as Harry grabbed the package, and ripping off the note he read it, before stuffing it in his pocket, glancing in the package, at which his face turned green, and collected his cloak, making his way to the hallway.

Ginny leaped up out of her seat at once. "Where are you going?" She said, her voice crackled with emotion. Harry couldn't turn around, he couldn't look her in the eye, even when he wanted to sweep her up in his arms and never let go.

"To go and get Ron." Harry answered simply before hurrying out before anybody else could say anything. All eyes turned to Kingsley, except Ginny who noticed the parcel still on the kitchen table. She picked it up and looked inside, nearly being sick as she did so. She clung on to the box as other people went to grab it, she didn't want anybody else to see it - A fistful of Ron's hair, soaked in blood and his wand snapped in half.

"What did the note say?" Whispered Mrs Weasley desperately as she stared at Kingsley. He shuffled on his feet, but replied to her all the same, reciting the note almost perfectly.

"You have done a good job hiding Potter Minister, but I know you can contact him, and I want him to know that his cowardice meant that his Blood Traitor friend may die today, unless he comes forward and dies in the place of young Ron Weasley.
Tell him to come to the graveyard where I shall be waiting with Weasley surrounded by wands, which won't be put away until either Weasley or Potter is dead.
If Potter doesn't come alone, Weasley is dead.
If he draws his wand, Weasley is dead.
If he doesn't follow my instructions, Weasley is dead.
If he doesn't die, Weasley is dead.
Oh, and if you think this is a trap and don't believe I have the Weasley boy, look in the box."

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Harry waited in the cold graveyard, his eyes darting from side to side, his hand itching for his wand, but not daring to reach for it, as he knew Ron would be dead if he did. "Show yourself!" Harry's voice seemed to echo off all the gravestones as figures started to appear one by one, and finally Lord Secutus appeared with Ron at wand tip.

"You shouldn't have come mate." Ron whispered, sounding almost disappointed in Harry, but Lord Secutus just hissed at him and threw him to the Shadow Stalkers behind him.

"I knew you would come Harry, you would never let your friend die in your place. Pathetic." Lord Secutus sniggered and redirected his wand on Harry. "Stun the Weasley..." He said carelessly but held up his hand. "No wait... just body bind him, so he can still watch his best friend die for him."

Low laughter came from the Shadow Stalkers as they did what their master told them, and propped up Ron's frozen body, so he was staring directly at Harry.

"Throw your wand over Harry, and no funny business, there are dozens of wands on your friend Ron, and if you attempt anything, he will be dead before your spell hits me." Lord Secutus bragged as he caught Harry's wand.

"Good..." He muttered as he inspected it. "Dying by your own wand... ironic, but then again, I'm an ironic kind of guy." He raised Harry's own hand, and in a cold, hard voice he commanded, "Look at your friend, this will be the last time you can, no Order to help you now, no girlfriend, or should I say fiancé." He sniggered as Harry looked over in to Ron's eyes which seemed to scream no.

"Actually, now that I have you all to myself, I don't want it to end, what about a little fun first. Crucio!" He screamed, but not as loud as Harry who collapsed and wiggled on the ground in such pain.

"Crucio! Crucio! Crucio! Join in everyone, don't be shy!" Lord Secutus laughed, as more and more wands were focused on Harry shouting the same spell, which caused him to scream and cry in pain.

It was too much for Harry, he had never felt this much pain before, he thought he would die before the Killing Curse was even cast as he figured that now every Shadow Stalker has torturing him.

He started to slip out of consciousness, and through the thick cloud that seemed to be surrounding him, he heard the muffled shout of Lord Secutus. "Avada Kadavra!"

04-13-2008, 10:51 PM	#76 (permalink)
SazMarie Bundimun Join Date: Jan 2008 Posts: 41 Hogwarts RPG Name: Josie Harris First Year	Hostage Okay, this is crappy. I've just spend about an hour typing all of this up and I accidentally press the refresh button. Yup, I'm that stupid, but presides from that hi y'all! I'm baaack! If you guys don't mind I'm just going to dive straight back in to the story, but all your posts have been great! Really touching, and I read and appreciate every single one! One hour had past, and still no Ron, people were getting anxious, but Ron was usually late Harry concluded in his head, and told himself not to panic, but couldn't help keep glancing at the cloak on the wall. Two hours and nerves were high, Hermione mumbled something and Apparted out, to investigate their apartment to see if Ron had came looking for her. She came back empty handed. Three hours and everyone was close to panic, Mr Weasley quickly set up a Portkey to transport the Dursley back home, figuring it was an emergency, and if anyone found out about his illegal Portkey, they would understand. He Apparted to the Burrow to investigate and came back with a frantic Mrs Weasley. It was useless, time to call in the Order. Four hours and Harry was sitting agitated at the kitchen table of Grimmauld Place, with a white faced Ginny clutching to his left arm, with Luna muttering soft words to a whimpering Hermione to his right, and straight in front of him Mr Weasley comforted a distort Mrs Weasley. Wherever he looked, Harry couldn't escape the pain, which he put down to, was his fault. There was a creaking and a small crash signalling the arrival of a new guest, heads all shot up and swung round hopefully, wishing that a bonding Ron would enter the kitchen, wondering why everyone was at HQ, but it was Kingsley, whose usual happy and relaxed face was strained with the classic symptoms of 'Bearer of bad news.' At once Mrs Weasley darted away from her husband and begged Kingsley for information, "What are you doing here? You said you wouldn't come here until you had information, did he contact you, has he got my son?" She screeched as she practically collapsed sobbing in to the waiting arms of Mr Weasley. "We have had contact." Kingsley began reluctantly and held out a package with a note pinned on top, "Lord Secutus sent us this, we bel... Harry don't!" Kingsley warned as Harry grabbed the package, and ripping off the note he read it, before stuffing it in his pocket, glancing in the package, at which his face turned green, and collected his cloak, making his way to the hallway. Ginny leaped up out of her seat at once. "Where are you going?" She said, her voice crackled with emotion. Harry couldn't turn around, he couldn't look her in the eye, even when he wanted to sweep her up in his arms and never let go. "To go and get Ron." Harry answered simply before hurrying out before anybody else could say anything. All eyes turned to Kingsley, except Ginny who noticed the parcel still on the kitchen table. She picked it up and looked inside, nearly being sick as she did so. She clung on to the box as other people went to grab it, she didn't want anybody else to see it - A fistful of Ron's hair, soaked in blood and his wand snapped in half. "What did the note say?" Whispered Mrs Weasley desperately as she stared at Kingsley. He shuffled on his feet, but replied to her all the same, reciting the note almost perfectly. "You have done a good job hiding Potter Minister, but I know you can contact him, and I want him to know that his cowardice meant that his Blood Traitor friend may die today, unless he comes forward and dies in the place of young Ron Weasley. Tell him to come to the graveyard where I shall be waiting with Weasley surrounded by wands, which won't be put away until either Weasley or Potter is dead. If Potter doesn't come alone, Weasley is dead. If he draws his wand, Weasley is dead. If he doesn't follow my instructions, Weasley is dead. If he doesn't die, Weasley is dead. Oh, and if you think this is a trap and don't believe I have the Weasley boy, look in the box." -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Harry waited in the cold graveyard, his eyes darting from side to side, his hand itching for his wand, but not daring to reach for it, as he knew Ron would be dead if he did. "Show yourself!" Harry's voice seemed to echo off all the gravestones as figures started to appear one by one, and finally Lord Secutus appeared with Ron at wand tip. "You shouldn't have come mate." Ron whispered, sounding almost disappointed in Harry, but Lord Secutus just hissed at him and threw him to the Shadow Stalkers behind him. "I knew you would come Harry, you would never let your friend die in your place. Pathetic." Lord Secutus sniggered and redirected his wand on Harry. "Stun the Weasley..." He said carelessly but held up his hand. "No wait... just body bind him, so he can still watch his best friend die for him." Low laughter came from the Shadow Stalkers as they did what their master told them, and propped up Ron's frozen body, so he was staring directly at Harry. "Throw your wand over Harry, and no funny business, there are dozens of wands on your friend Ron, and if you attempt anything, he will be dead before your spell hits me." Lord Secutus bragged as he caught Harry's wand. "Good..." He muttered as he inspected it. "Dying by your own wand... ironic, but then again, I'm an ironic kind of guy." He raised Harry's own hand, and in a cold, hard voice he commanded, "Look at your friend, this will be the last time you can, no Order to help you now, no girlfriend, or should I say fiancé." He sniggered as Harry looked over in to Ron's eyes which seemed to scream no. "Actually, now that I have you all to myself, I don't want it to end, what about a little fun first. Crucio!" He screamed, but not as loud as Harry who collapsed and wiggled on the ground in such pain. "Crucio! Crucio! Crucio! Join in everyone, don't be shy!" Lord Secutus laughed, as more and more wands were focused on Harry shouting the same spell, which caused him to scream and cry in pain. It was too much for Harry, he had never felt this much pain before, he thought he would die before the Killing Curse was even cast as he figured that now every Shadow Stalker has torturing him. He started to slip out of consciousness, and through the thick cloud that seemed to be surrounding him, he heard the muffled shout of Lord Secutus. "Avada Kadavra!"