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Phoenix Reborn	By : SomethingElse Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 8288 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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AN:Sorry this took so much longer than the rest. I've been assaulted by new story ideas, but I've written their outlines and put them aside, so that I can keep working on these. Now, I'm back to it and hopefully working with a vengeance.
Chapter Three: Gryffindors
They took Ron first, hauling him out of his cell and down the hall to the door. 'He looks okay,' was Bill's first thought, then . . . 'if they hurt him, I'll kill them all.'
Percy was scared. He was ashamed that he felt relieved at not being taken. The silence that followed gave him lots of time for that.
After the hall with their cells, there were three more corridors, and all with more cells. The fourth was lined with doors, five per side. Ron was taken to the second one on the right. Inside he was strapped to a frame in the center and blindfolded.
Before he was sentenced to darkness he noticed that the room was mostly empty and the walls were blackened and scorched. He didn't like the looks of that.
It was quiet for a bit, but Ron knew his escorts were still there, since he hadn't heard the door.
When the door opened, the clack of high heels told him there was a new inhabitant and it was probably a girl. Her perfume confirmed it. “Auror Trainee Weasley. So nice of you to volunteer for our little experiment.”
“I didn't volunteer. I was kidnapped.”” Ron stated. It seemed futile to yell, since his fate still rested in their hands.
“Your family has been keeping a secret from the Ministry. We are going to determine what that is. Are you ready, Auror?”
“Would it stop you if I said no?”
“First, we will be checking you for strength, stamina and resistance to cold. Then we'll get to have some real fun.” her heels clacked farther away. “Do try to enjoy our little tests.” The door opened and closed, the guards removed Ron's blindfold and left behind her.
Once alone, Ron noticed that the few pieces of furniture the room contained were made of stone, hewn from large boulders by the looks of them, and also scorched. There was no window and small tubes entered from all four walls. Probably where the fire was sent through. Fiendfyre, he supposed. He suppressed a shiver at that thought.
The frame he was on was shaped like a man, arms out and legs spread, and he was shackled with iron. His arms and legs had some give, so he tested it and found out why.
The stone began to move, the arms stretched and grew, pulling his shackles farther away, stretching him to the limits of his body's tolerance. He lasted several minutes before he had to start screaming.

Eloise had some difficulty getting away, so it was late when she found her bed and fell directly to sleep. She woke late, as well.
The smell of breakfast downstairs made her sick, and when she returned from the bathroom, she spelled the door closed and pulled out her communication cube. It was glowing when she put it on the nightstand and Padma floated out and greeted her.
“Papa is going to the Ministry today. He will know if a Veela is within the Department of Mysteries. A full Veela cannot be hidden from my father. If nothing else, she will be quite loud.” Padma said.
“Where's Par?” Eloise asked.
“She is resting. It has been a rough season. Lon is certain that Par is clutching.”
“She is? Oh, how wonderful. I was hoping our children would be classmates.”
“Yes and what a wonderful time they will have. Now, we must concentrate on finding your husband and his family so that you will be less stressed for your pregnancy. We'll be in touch later tonight, once Father has seen about your sister-in-law.”
“Thanks Pad. I'll check back after dinner.”
“Bye, Ellie.” And the cube went dark again. Eloise got cleaned up and ventured out of the room to see what news the others had.
The kitchen was nearly deserted, only the two younger Veela and Molly Weasley. Eloise sat down at an empty place and watched the woman fill a plate for her. The two girls watched, too. When Molly was certain her daughter-in-law had sufficient food, she went to the living room and left the three girls to their breakfast.
“You have news.” Mandie determined and, as it was not a question, Eloise ignored it in favor of her fry-up. “Fine. We'll tell you first. Our brother is fine. He is home, unmolested and there is no response from that Minister. Now, your turn.”
Eloise swallowed her mouthful and put down her fork. She eyed the girls and came to a decision. “My friends have connections in the Department of Mysteries. Their father works at an attached division and he is going to investigate. They are calling me back tonight.”
“We want to be there. I have questions for your friends.” Mandie insisted.
““Fine. I can trust you, can't I? My family doesn't know that I'm doing this.”
“We would tell them nothing.” The other girl finally spoke.
“You aren't Slytherin, are you?” Eloise asked her.
““I'm Ravenclaw,”” Gabbie answered.
“Have we met before?” Eloise continued.
“I came with Fleur to the tournament. I did not meet many students, but I remember some. You were never part of the games, though.” Gabbie looked tired, so Eloise kept any further questions to herself, for now.
The three girls decided to meet up after dinner, in Eloise's room. During the day, she had the strangest feelings. She felt hot and cold, tired and achy, as if she had gone through a very difficult obstacle course and was not given time to rest at all. She took a long nap after lunch, so wasn't there when Charlie firecalled.

Ron was dragged back to his cell, barely conscious and aware that the breaks in his bones were going to be slow to heal. The potion, something nearly like skel-e-gro, was causing warm flashes to run up and down his extremities. He began to wonder if he was going to survive this.
In the other cells, Bill and Percy were calling his name, frantic to hear him speak, tell them he was all right. He growled a bit, then choked out, “I'm alive. Stop shouting. I've got a bit of healing to do, but I'll live.”
“Unless they take you again.” Percy grumbled.
“Breath of fresh air, aren't you?” Bill snapped. “What happened, Ron?”'
“Can it wait? I'm all in.”
“Okay. Tell us when you're ready. Percy, if they come back, I'm going to ask to be taken. You stay as far from the bars as possible.” Bill would keep his brothers alive, even if it killed him. His chance came in within the hour.
“Okay, gingers. Time for you.” the man said in front of Percy's cell.
“Take me. I'm stronger than him. I'll be better for your torture.” Bill insisted as Percy took two steps back and watched the man. “He's a pencil pusher. Do you really want to start with him, when you've got me. I'm fit, and I get a lot of exercise. I'll last longer and scream louder, if you can get me to, that is.”
“Oh, you'll scream. They all scream. That one cried like a babe.” the man sneered toward Ron as he pointed his wand and then laughed. The youngest brother just watched, careful not to shift his healing arms. He had managed the position on his bunk, sitting up in the corner so that both shoulders were supported and his arms hung limply in his lap. “All right. Come on, then. You want it so bad, it should be fun. Bet you think you're so brave and strong that we won't break you. You'd be wrong, in that.”
Bill was taken from the room and Percy returned to the bars, calling out encouragement as his brother disappeared. “Ron? Hey, Ron? Can you tell what happened, yet?”
“Best if you don't know, Perce. It's bad enough, just going through it. You don't want to anticipate it the whole time.” Ron shifted and winced, and Percy was silent. Bill didn't come back until the two brothers had fallen asleep, so they didn't see how blue his skin was, or the trickles of blood that flowed from cuts all over his torso.

Eloise watched the two Delacour girls settle onto her bed, their movements had grace that she thought must be attributed to training, as much as their veela heritage. Gabbie watched her set up the cube with rapt interest, while Mandie examined the room, almost like she was cataloguing the exits, in case of emergency.
Padma's face appeared and her eyes narrowed the second she noted the additional witnesses. “Who are they?”
“These are Fleur's sisters. They wanted to talk to you.”
“I see. You are twins?” she asked.
“We are veela.” Gabbie said as if that were explanation enough.
Padma sighed, closed her eyes for a moment then drew in a breath. “My sister and I are naga. We descend from a long line of serpentine heritage. I have heard the delacours also extend for many generations.”
“What news do you have of our sister?”” Mandie grew tired of protocol easily.
“My papa has sensed a veela in the department. He says the impression is of a creature only partly blooded. It felt to him like a septimaire. The law prohibits only from quatraire or higher. He will have to prove the veela is pure in order to get her free.” When Gabbie looked like she would protest, Padma cut her off, “He does not doubt it is her. There appears to be something dampening his senses, or hers.””
“Then, how will he proceed?” Mandie said.
“He is speaking with the minister in the morning.” As Padma spoke, Gabbie scoffed and Eloise glared at her. “You do not trust Minister Shackelbolt?””
“He has failed to respond to the call from his very good friends, what reason would I have?” Gabbie returned, matching Ellie's glare. “Has he even called to reassure your family of his good intentions? Has he spoken with mine?”
“Maybe he called to your house.” Ellie offered.
“The elves would have informed my father.” Mandie said.
“Your father-in-law also spoke of the manor being unsecure.” Gabbie continued. “What reason would there be to spy on my parents? And who would have authorized it?””
“You believe that the minister is compromised? I will inform Papa. This will mean he may need to revise his strategies. Mama may have a strategy.”
“Your parents? Were they Ravenclaws, as well?” Mandie leaned closer and Padma's image seemed to blush.
“My father was. Mama was Slytherin. The first in our line.” She spoke with a undercurrent of respect that Mandie could appreciate.
“When will you call again?”
“Tomorrow after Papa comes home, unless there is news before. The cube has an alarm. Ellie can keep the key in her pocket and when it warms it means that I am calling.”
“Then, we shall anticipate your call.” Mandie dismissed the other Ravenclaw and headed for the door.
“Thank you, . . ” Gabbie said to counteract the poor etiquette of her sister, and rose slowly. “Naga Princess.”
Padma looked flustered for a second, then disappeared.
Eloise reached out and touched the veela's arm. “What did that mean?””
“She bears young. Only a mother can be a princess, among the serpents. I believe she did not realize this, as yet.”
“Really? Oh, how wonderful!” Ellie squealed and Gabbie frowned, but did not pull away when she was wrapped in the pregnant girl's arms and hugged fiercely.
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