What Must Be Done
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Revenge
A/N: Alright guys, i know i've kind of been confusing people with this story so far...if i hadn't written it i'm sure i'd be confused too...but anyway, the next chapter starts to explain just where i'm going with this. alright, hopw you like and don't forget to review!
Chapter 6: Revenge
Fred absently swatted at the tears streaming from his eyes. The damned potion was worse than a room full of onions.
"I've finished!" George's voice called from the next room.
"Bring it here," Fed yelled back.
George entered the room, his arms loaded down with a metal contraption as tall as he was.
"Set it there" Fred said, pointing to a clear spot in the middle of the small chamber. "I'm almost done."
George nodded and set the device on it's tripod legs. He then began the annoyingly long process of extending each of it's spindly little arms. By the time he was done the thing looked like a demented statue of the sun. It stood on three thick polls, the legs connected by a three inch square of silver. A frame that held a pane of glass was welded to the base and thin, collapsible, little rods radiated out from the frame. All and all it looked like a piece of junk.
Fred finished filling the vile and turned to his twin. "Ready?" he asked. George nodded.
The twins took their places in front of the frame. Fred uncapped the vile and held it out towards the glass center of the device. With a trembling hand he poured the blue liquid down the slightly slanted pane.
At his side George whispered six names followed by a quick stream of German words and lastly his own name and that of his twin.
The two men let out simultaneous yelps as miniature lighting bolts leapt from each of the tiny arms of the frame onto their skin.
"Forget him!" the twins shouted in unison. "Punish them!"
The electricity continued to sizzle for another few minutes before disappearing as quickly as it had come. Two redheaded twins dropped to the floor, their breathing shallow.
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Harry stared down at the unfamiliar owl. Was it a trap? No reason to not be cautious. Harry cringed a she lowered his telepathic wall just enough so as to hear nay mind within the room. Owls thoughts were very disjointed, almost painfully so. But Harry sifted through them dutifully, knowing that Pansy would have quite the fit if he got himself killed over a simple letter.
The owl's thoughts revealed only a memory of two humans with bright hair like the color of the liquid found in mice snacks.
Harry removed the letter with a smile at the owl.
Harry,
We did as you asked. You'll know if it worked soon. Just don't kill any of them, okay?
Your ever faithful followers!
Harry chuckled over their nicknames for themselves.
So the twins had finished... Harry eyed the paper. Flipping it over he found what he needed. A tiny envelope, no bigger than his fingernail, was taped to the back. He carefully removed it and placed it in his desk. Then he burned the letter. With a spare scrap of parchment he scribbled: thanks. I owe you six.
He tied the note to the owl's leg and bid it off. With that done he turned back to his notes.
So far he had managed to write down two full pages, front and back, of details from his scrying venture. He knew there was more but it was getting harder to remember the finer details. Still, there had to be more.
For half an hour he tried to remember anything he could. But as he found himself checking the clock every five minutes, waiting for his firecall to Blaise, he finally gave.
Snatching up a notebook and a pen he headed outside for a smoke. Perhaps it would help to clear his head.
~~~
"I heard from Fred and George," Harry quickly told Blaise.
"I figured you would have."
"So it worked?" Harry asked before Blaise could continue with whatever he had been about to say.
"Yeah. All six of them are in St. Mungoes. No one had been able to wake them up."
"Good...any other news?"
Blaise scowled and nodded. "Pansy's mother is pregnant and she says there's no way it could be her father's."
"Who?"
"My dad," Blaise sighed and rubbed at his temples.
"Uck," Harry said.
"Yeah," Blaise laughed.
"Can we use it?"
"Doubt it," said Blaise. "Everyone will know. Or they should if they have half a brain left."
Harry scowled. "Anything we can use?"
Blaise shook his head but said, "Pansy believes they might be planning to destroy another village."
"Muggle or wizard?"
"Wizards."
"Can you warn any of them?"
"I'm taking the Polyjuice potion tomorrow."
"Who are you going as?" Harry asked with a grin.
"My dad," Blaise said with a smirk.
Harry ended the call with a laugh. If Blaise pulled it off right not only would the village be mostly spared but his father may very well be put under suspicion.
Blaise had pulled these stunts before, as had pansy. They usually went as some unknown witch or wizard. Occasionally someone form the light side. This would be the first time they used one of Voldemort's own followers...it might work. It would be good to be rid of Blaise's father. Even Blaise hated him.
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Chapter 6: Revenge
Fred absently swatted at the tears streaming from his eyes. The damned potion was worse than a room full of onions.
"I've finished!" George's voice called from the next room.
"Bring it here," Fed yelled back.
George entered the room, his arms loaded down with a metal contraption as tall as he was.
"Set it there" Fred said, pointing to a clear spot in the middle of the small chamber. "I'm almost done."
George nodded and set the device on it's tripod legs. He then began the annoyingly long process of extending each of it's spindly little arms. By the time he was done the thing looked like a demented statue of the sun. It stood on three thick polls, the legs connected by a three inch square of silver. A frame that held a pane of glass was welded to the base and thin, collapsible, little rods radiated out from the frame. All and all it looked like a piece of junk.
Fred finished filling the vile and turned to his twin. "Ready?" he asked. George nodded.
The twins took their places in front of the frame. Fred uncapped the vile and held it out towards the glass center of the device. With a trembling hand he poured the blue liquid down the slightly slanted pane.
At his side George whispered six names followed by a quick stream of German words and lastly his own name and that of his twin.
The two men let out simultaneous yelps as miniature lighting bolts leapt from each of the tiny arms of the frame onto their skin.
"Forget him!" the twins shouted in unison. "Punish them!"
The electricity continued to sizzle for another few minutes before disappearing as quickly as it had come. Two redheaded twins dropped to the floor, their breathing shallow.
------
Harry stared down at the unfamiliar owl. Was it a trap? No reason to not be cautious. Harry cringed a she lowered his telepathic wall just enough so as to hear nay mind within the room. Owls thoughts were very disjointed, almost painfully so. But Harry sifted through them dutifully, knowing that Pansy would have quite the fit if he got himself killed over a simple letter.
The owl's thoughts revealed only a memory of two humans with bright hair like the color of the liquid found in mice snacks.
Harry removed the letter with a smile at the owl.
Harry,
We did as you asked. You'll know if it worked soon. Just don't kill any of them, okay?
Your ever faithful followers!
Harry chuckled over their nicknames for themselves.
So the twins had finished... Harry eyed the paper. Flipping it over he found what he needed. A tiny envelope, no bigger than his fingernail, was taped to the back. He carefully removed it and placed it in his desk. Then he burned the letter. With a spare scrap of parchment he scribbled: thanks. I owe you six.
He tied the note to the owl's leg and bid it off. With that done he turned back to his notes.
So far he had managed to write down two full pages, front and back, of details from his scrying venture. He knew there was more but it was getting harder to remember the finer details. Still, there had to be more.
For half an hour he tried to remember anything he could. But as he found himself checking the clock every five minutes, waiting for his firecall to Blaise, he finally gave.
Snatching up a notebook and a pen he headed outside for a smoke. Perhaps it would help to clear his head.
~~~
"I heard from Fred and George," Harry quickly told Blaise.
"I figured you would have."
"So it worked?" Harry asked before Blaise could continue with whatever he had been about to say.
"Yeah. All six of them are in St. Mungoes. No one had been able to wake them up."
"Good...any other news?"
Blaise scowled and nodded. "Pansy's mother is pregnant and she says there's no way it could be her father's."
"Who?"
"My dad," Blaise sighed and rubbed at his temples.
"Uck," Harry said.
"Yeah," Blaise laughed.
"Can we use it?"
"Doubt it," said Blaise. "Everyone will know. Or they should if they have half a brain left."
Harry scowled. "Anything we can use?"
Blaise shook his head but said, "Pansy believes they might be planning to destroy another village."
"Muggle or wizard?"
"Wizards."
"Can you warn any of them?"
"I'm taking the Polyjuice potion tomorrow."
"Who are you going as?" Harry asked with a grin.
"My dad," Blaise said with a smirk.
Harry ended the call with a laugh. If Blaise pulled it off right not only would the village be mostly spared but his father may very well be put under suspicion.
Blaise had pulled these stunts before, as had pansy. They usually went as some unknown witch or wizard. Occasionally someone form the light side. This would be the first time they used one of Voldemort's own followers...it might work. It would be good to be rid of Blaise's father. Even Blaise hated him.
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