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Phases of the Night	By : 6phoenix6flame6 Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 40947 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 19
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AN: Hey my wonderful readers. This chapter is a little short :( but hopefully you'll like it non the less.
Chapter Nine:

They flew over a set of mountains in Bulgaria. It threw the Weasley brothers off that Harry was so close to Romania.
Charlie guided Norbert down to the ground in the court yard of the dark foreboding castle. The castle was smaller then Hogwarts but no less breathtaking in its own creepy way.

There were ten witches and wizards that ran out of the castle and circled the dragon and siblings. Their wands trained in the new comers. The ten were all teens ranging from 15-18 years of age.
"Who are you and how did you find our school?!" One of the Wizards asked in a Bulgarian accent.
The brothers slid off of the giant dragon. Bill hid the bronze device in his pocket, as Fred and George's hands twitched to their wands.
"Stand down!" A voice yelled out from atop one of the over looking turrets.
Ron looked up as saw a dark figure standing on the edge of a turret, in black billowing robes. The hood was pulled up hiding his face from view, even though from the distance, Ron still wouldn't have been able to make out any details.

The teens around them took to a knee and knelt before the figure.
Ron continued to watch at the figure walked off the high ledge twisting in mid air land in a crouch in front of him, his siblings and the dragon.
The being stood, Ron could finally see how big and imposing the figure was with a black and red blade at his hip when the robes parted when he landed.
"Weasleys? How strange that you are far from home," A smokey voice stated in a thick accent.
Ron tensed as he recognized the voice.
"Viktor Krum? One would have thought you had graduated by now." Ron commented. He heard his brothers groan and hiss behind him.
The figure lowered his hood to give the brothers proof that it was indeed Viktor Krum under the robes.
"You're funny youngest Weasley boy. But what are you doing here?" The older teen ran his eyes over the others, before settling on the dragon. "With a dragon no less,"
"We've come across information part taking that someone we are looking for is here," Bill pulled Ron back by the back of his shirt so he was behind the eldest Weasley.
The Bulgarian wizard raised an eyebrow and smirked.
"Let me guess. You are searching for the young Potter boy, no?"
"You know something," Charlie stated eyeing the other wizard.
"Of course I do. Come in side and we will talk undisturbed." Viktor turned and beckoned the Weasleys to follow him into the school.
"What about the dragon?" Charlie asked.
Viktor paused and looked back.
"Meldraud," Viktor called out.
A wizard appeared from the shadows to the right of the doors leading into the castle. The wizard knelt.
"Make sure the Dragon is properly taken care of and see to it fed," Viktor turned back around and headed inside.
The brothers followed the other wizard further into the dark castle. They passed students rushing around in battle robes with weapons strapped to their bodies.
The castle was gearing to war.
Viktor lead the red heads through the castle to the headmaster's office which he took over for his personal study.
"Take a seat gentlemen," Viktor gestured to the two high back wings chairs in front of his desk and the couch by the fireplace off to the left.
Bill and Charlie sat in the chairs while the other three sat on the couch.
"Now," Viktor started sitting himself behind the desk. "What are you guys doing all the way from England, Potter is not here." Viktor stated, folding his hands upon the desk.
"We were told Harry was here." Bill explained.
"This is news to me. The Dark Lord knows where Potter is and is making sure Dumbledore cannot find him."
"WHAT?!?" Ron jumped to his feet wand in his hand.
"Voldemort has Harry?" Bill felt panic begin to settle into his chest.
Viktor held up a hand.
"The Dark Lord knows where Harry is, but he's not with the Dark Lord. The Dark Lord isn't going to harm Harry." Viktor explain.
"He's been out to kill Harry since he's been born." Ron hissed stalking to the desk. Fred scrambled to hold him back from attacking the Bulgarian.
"The Dark Lord has not been in his right mind since just before Harry was born. However he has been slowly healing since his resurrection. Dumbledore's betrayal of the light has been treacherous and long time coming. Long before The Dark Lord was even born."
The brothers stared at the other wizard.
"How do you know all this?" George inquired.
Viktor gave the younger twin a smirk.
"Tell me, what lead you to believe that Harry was here? Then I'll tell you what I know."
Bill looked to Charlie, who gave a nod back. The older Weasley pulled the bronze device from his pocket and set it on the desk.
"This device lets us find anyone in the world, even if they were hidden by magic."
Viktor, intrigued, picked up the device and turned it over in his hands.
"Must not work very well." Viktor stated still looking the device over.
"It does, we asked It to take us to Potter and it has lead us here." Charlie insisted.
Viktor looked up sharply.
"What was the exact name that you used?" He placed the device back on the device.
"I just asked it to show us Potter." Charlie huffed.
"Well I guess it does work. Though it didn't bring you to the right Potter." Viktor smirked getting up from the desk and heading over to a heavily warded bookcase in the corner.
He pulled a thick leather tomb out from one of the shelves and brought it over to the desk, flipping through its pages.
The five brothers stared in curiosity as Viktor sat down.
"Even though I'm named the heir to our father, I'm still a Potter," Viktor turned the book, figure taping on a section on a page.
The five huddled around the book to see what he had meant.
There, spread across two pages in small scribe was two family trees joining together through James Potter and Tom Riddle. Below the two names were Viktor Salazar Riddle-Potter, and Harry James Potter. There was no sign of Lily Potter connected to James's name. The book glowed for a moment and a new name appeared under James and Voldemort.
"Looks like you have a new brother," Ron tapped the name.
"Harry magically accepted and adopted someone into the family," Viktor explained. "Since he's named the Head of the Potter family he has the power accept new members. Usually though it's cousins." Viktor studied the new name.
"Do you think Harry adopted his cousin as his brother?" Fred turned to look at his twin.
"We at least now know that Harry's cousin survived his father's torture and that Harry is still alive." Bill stated.
"And it looks like Harry is bonded," George studied the book again.
"What?!" Viktor hissed pulling the book closer to him.
True enough a name was connected to Harry's.
"I'm going to have to go give my brother a visit and have a talk with his bonded." Viktor hissed, some of his magic leaked out, crackling in the air.
Just then one of the students burst into the office.
"Viktor Harpies are attacking the school," the student gasped, out of breath.
Viktor shot to his feet. "Gather the berserkers. Is anyone leading them?" Viktor inquired as he followed the student out of the office, the brothers at his heels.
"Deucalion Lanktree, he has two giants and legion of Reevers!"
Viktor stopped. "Reevers?"
The student nodded with fear written all over his face.
Ron looked on. He didn't know what a Reever was, he hadn't even heard of it. But, judging by the gasp from Bill, one of his brothers did.
"We need to get the fire drakes," Viktor turned to Charlie.
"Can you go with Gusztav and lead the fire drakes with your dragon?"
Charlie nodded and turned to follow Gusztav when Bill grabbed his arm. Charlie gave his brother and inquiring look.
"If you die, I will kill you." Bill gave his younger brother a stern look.
"Got it," Charlie grinned and took off.
"Do any of you know how to take out harpies?" Viktor asked.
"Yes," Bill stated.
"We can take care of the Giants," Fred swung and arm around George's neck.
"Then you can help me with Deucalion." Viktor pointed to Ron.
Ron gripped his wand tighter and nodded.
Once they got out onto the battlements, they stopped and saw with horror what Reevers truly were. Reevers were a mix of humans with animal DNA, but their flesh was rotting off their bodies, they had weapons for hands. Spiked metal was protruding from different places on their bodies.
The harpies were flying high above.
"Bill take the Berserkers with you to the Hightower, you'll be able to have better shots from there."
Bill nodded as a group of magical beings stepped out of the shadows behind him. They were wizards and witches wear black and red battle clothing with half metal masks forming tightly against their faces. They carried different and fast many weapons upon their person.
The group followed without complaint and raced to the top of the high tower. They spread out in a circle to maximize their coverage.
"Ron," Viktor called softly as the twins took a small group of student to go stop the two giants.

Ron turned to Viktor his face blank.
"Deucalion will be in the centrefold just before the Giants. That man is a menace. He half transformed his magical core into that of a demon’s." Viktor explained waving a hand in front of him. A small red vortex appeared and red dragon armour began to fly out and attach itself to Viktor's body. There wasn't much, just enough to cover the vital parts and didn't hinder movement.
"Once this is over we'll see about getting you and your brothers fitted for armour." Viktor stated.
"How do we defeat him?" Ron asked just before they heard Norbert's deafening roar followed by the by the less loud but collective roars of the fire drakes.
"We fight like we are going to die. No hesitation, fire every spell you known at him. He will use every dirty trick he could think of." Viktor called out to those around him.
"He will have distractions, maybe some other wizards with him. Mind your partners and stay alive. Battalions 1-6 with me, the rest hold the castle."
Viktor placed a hand on Ron's shoulder as magic lifted them Ito the air and with a twist they landed out on the battle field before the castle.
Opposite of them was the half wizard Deucalion. His face was half contorted with shifting bones, his eyes glowed orange. He gave Ron a smile full of sharp crooked pointed teeth.
There was 8 different witches and wizards around them.
"So, this is the puny army of Durmstran?" The demon/wizard's voice was like shattered glass on a chalk board. "Why don't you give up and maybe Dumbledore would spare your lives. He is after all, only trying to better the wizard-"
Viktor threw the first spell slicing Deucalion's cheek open.
The wizard hissed and ordered his minions to attack.
Ron ducked and rolled from a slashing hex.
Fred hid behind a tree. Him and George split into two groups. They each were going to take care of a giant.
They had snuck around the Giants and were planning on attacking from behind.
Fred waited for the right moment to send the signal.
He raised his arm, held, watching the feet placement of the giant before he swung it down.
Arrows flew from around his giant and exploded in darkness around the giant's head. Two students activated the portable swamps beneath the giant's feet.
With a yell, it sunk up to its knees, nearly toppling over causing the ground to quiver.
Four students shot vines at its arms to stop it from batting their companions away.
"Concentrate on a severing hex! It needs to be strong!" Fred yelled out."The hide of Giants are tough, aim for the neck."

Seven royal blue lights shot at the neck of the giant.
The combine force of the spells hitting at the same time did not have the desired effect the Fred would have like. Instead of the head being lopped off, the artery vessels were split open and a shower of thick coppery blood rained down on some of the students.
The giant gargled in pain thrashing its arms, trying to break free to stop the blood pouring out of it.
It got one of its arms free and two of the students went flying.
Fred quickly cast cushion spells at the to students, hoping they it would stop them from getting hurt to badly.
"Cast another severing hex," Fred ordered.
This time eight royal blue spells completely severed the head from its body.
Everyone scrambled out of the way of the falling head and body.
George ordered four students, two on either side to aim Reducto spells at his giant's knees.
The knee caps shattered making the giant fall. Some of the students were caught off guard and stumbled from the impact.
"Aim for the elbows and wrists next." He called to the first four students.
The rest ran with him a little further up where, if the Reducto spells worked, it would land, and they could cast Reducto on its head to crush its skull.

George tackled a student and rolled them out of the way of being crushed.
"Now!" George called out.
The large collective of Reducto spells on its head cause an unforeseen reaction. Instead of it collapsing in on itself it exploded.
George covered his head as brain matter, bits of skull, blood and flesh rain down on them.
"Messy but effective," he grinned getting to his feet.
There were mixed reactions around his group. Some of the girls looked disgusted at their clothes and hair while some of the guys were grinning, supporting some of the injured.
"Let's go find what else we can help with after we get our injured to the hospital wing."

Charlie ran up to Norbert.
"Big guy are you ready to defend this castle?" The dragon tamer asked.
The dragon gave a huff and nodded its head. Charlie grinned and climbed aboard it's back.
"The drakes and riders will be behind you," Gusztav called out as he approached a large fire drake. It was much smaller then Norbert but larger then it's brethren.
"Ready to lead an army?"
The dragon roared and took to the skies. The drakes following behind.
Charlie ducked and tucked his knees in close to Norbert's riding bridle.
The Harpies screeched all around him. Some falling out of the skies due to well aimed spells from Bill and the Berserkers.
Norbert ripped a couple out of the skies with his mouth as they flew by.
"Focus buddy we need to take care of the Reevers. We can't let any of those into the school." Charlie yelled over the wing.
The dragon gave a grumble and dove towards the abominations racing towards the school. When they got close enough Norbert blew his hot fiery breath. They pulled up to do another pass as the drakes followed suit.
The first wave only took out a quarter of the Reevers. Despite many being set of fire, they just continues to swarm.
The dragon went into a barrel roll when three spells were shot their way from a small group of wizards the broke off from Deucalion's group.
Charlie cursed holding on for dear life as the dragon deflected the spells. He was a little dazed when the dragon straitened itself out.
They were high above the battle. Charlie could see everything. The lights from different spells, Harpies falling from the skies. Two dead Giants off in the middle of the forest.
He could see Gusztav leading the Drakes into attacks against the Reevers. Two drakes were down on the ground injured with their riders fending off attacks from the Reevers.
"There Norbert."
The dragon rolled and dove down towards the fallen drakes. He shot fire, once the students took cover beneath their drakes wings, and burned the Reevers. He landed and swung his tail about, sending the creatures flying.
Charlie slid from the dragon's back.
"What else kills Reevers?" He asked standing by the students and drakes while Norbert fought on the ground.
He definitely was not as graceful on the ground as he was in the air, but he was getting the job done.
"Mortal wounds, the AK, they would be easy to kill if they didn't have weapons for hands and were able to register pain. They are mindless killing machines." One student stated.
Charlie frowned. "Anyone here have wind magic?"
"What are you thinking?" The other asked.
"If we had a wind Mage we could get them to use the wind to create a tornado of sorts and the Reevers would cut themselves to pieces with out the rest of us getting near." Charlie explained.
"Gusztav is our elemental Mage. He can control fire and wind. Which is how he was able to rein the drakes in."
"Can you handle the few Reevers here while I go explain to Gusztav?" The student nodded.
"Norbert to Gusztav," Charlie called out as he climbed onto the dragons back.
The dragon took to the skies again, his tail making another sweep at the Reevers.
They quickly flew to Gusztav and Charlie explained his idea. The other wizard nodded.
"Just clear the area of drakes and students, wind isn't my most controlled powers."
Charlie nodded and flew back to the ground.
"See if you can clear your drakes out of the area, Norbert and I will cover you. Gusztav needs room to work."
The two students nodded and cast wingardium leviousa on their drakes and rushed back to the castle.
Charlie and the dragon worked side by side stopping the Reevers from advancing.
All of a sudden the wind started to pick up, swirling around tugging at Charlie.
"That's our que to leave," the dragon didn't waste any time and just picked up its human rider with a taloned hand and took to the skies heading away from where the wind was gathering.
Once they were a safe distance away and watched as the wind started picking up the Reevers. For the first little bit they just bumped into each other as the wind picked up speed. Soon the Reevers became a blur of black and red. There were clangs of metal against metal, and flesh being shredded.
"Add some fire Norbert. Let's roast them." Charlie heard the dragon grumble above him and soon a giant spout of flames was sucked into the wind.
The scent of chard flesh made Charlie gagged.

Bill ducked under the out stretched talons of one of the harpies. He had been distracted when Charlie had been attacked and Norbert had to do an aerial maneuver to get away, and a harpy got close.
He blasted the next one out of the sky with one of the spells he learned as a curse breaker.
He turned and pushed a Berserker out of the way and got caught in what seemed to be the queen Harpy's talons.
He was ripped up from the round turret. Bill struggled to get loose, as the creature flew higher, it's screeching cackle piercing his ears.
"You think you can defeat me?" She cackles dropping Bill a few feet before catching him and taking him higher.
"Your just a mindless creature following a man who only uses you as minions, if he wins you'll just be slaves." Bill hissed, swinging his low body up and kicking the creature in its wing junction.
The queen cried out loosening her grip on Bill. He took the opportunity to get out of her grasp and climb on top as they fell from the sky. Bill touched his dragon fang earring and mutter the counter spell.
The tooth had been a gift from Charlie after his first year in the dragon reserve. Bill had gotten the Goblins and a weapons specialist to enchant it and transform it into sword. Some times magic wouldn't work against a mummy and all you need is brute force.
A large gleaming blue sword appeared in his hands.
"Die bitch!" Bill raised the sword above his head and brought it down in an arch swoop.
The queen's screech died off and her head fell from her shoulders.
Bill was suddenly yanked upwards just as the ground was coming oddly close. He felt talons tangled in his clothes as he stared at the splattered remains of the harpy queen.
"You must have been a Gryffindor at Hogwarts,"
Bill looked up and saw the underbelly of a drake.
The rider of the drake guided the flying reptile down to land near the other drakes.
Bill was released and he quickly got out of the way of the two ton beast.
The rider slid off of his drake as soon as they landed.
"Oh good he didn't squish you like the last one." The rider flicked his hood off and Bill got a look of the young adult that saved him.
The other man had dark brown hair a scar running from the right of his hairline down over the bridge of his nose to his left jaw. Luckily his bright blue eyes were missed in his scar. The other had a cocky air about him and an American accent.
"You went with Durmstrang to Hogwarts when they had the tri-wizard tournament?" Bill inquired.
The other wizard laugh.
"Heavens no. I read about Hogwarts at Merlin's academy for Higher Magics in Canada. I was recruited here to teach higher levels of magic, the schools over here are lacking serious structure."
"Even though Hogwarts, Beauxbaton and Durmstrang are the three top schools in all of Europe?"
The other wizard laughed even harder.
"Is that what they are telling everyone these days?" The wizard walked closer to Bill.
"They use to be the top three schools in the Wizarding World. But the last three hundred years or so, the educational system has been diminishing and weaker wizards have been produced from these school."
The two wizards stood close to each other.
"Maybe we can further this discussion over dinner?" The scarred wizard slammed his lips over Bill's. Bill tensed, not expecting the wizard to kiss him just after meeting him.
Just as Bill was about to respond he felt a spike of magic in the air.
The two tore apart and looked to where Ron and Viktor had gone to to fight Deucalion. A swirling vortex of dark magic surrounded that area
"Ron!" Bill rushed off to help his brother but was held off by the American wizard.
"You'll be killed in the crossfire. Viktor and your brother can handle it. Just believe that he will make it."
The swirling mess exploded sending everyone, and creatures, flying off their feet.

Ron ducked behind a rock just as the spot he was just standing exploded.
He breathed deeply holding an hand to his bleeding side. He had gotten separated from Viktor when two of the Wizards broke from Deucalion's side and went after him.
"Come of out little boy, it's time to get a taste of real magic." One wizard cackled.
Ron rolled his eyes and flung a stunning spell.
He was seriously under prepared for this level of fighting. The headmaster had made sure the children of Britain were so under educated that they could never gain enough power to stand up to him or try to over take him.
If he survived this battle he's going to make sure that he was taught proper magic.
"That was pathetic little boy,"
The rock Ron was hiding behind started shuddering.
"Fuck," Ron hissed and duck and rolled as it exploded sending rock projectiles everywhere.
Ron covered his head as his hip got clipped by flying debris. He cried out in pain.
"Awe is the little boy hurt? Does he need a little break from adults play?" The two mocked him from where they were standing side by side.
Ron gripped his wand tighter. He felt his anger and magic build and boil like hot lava in a volcano.
"Bloody fucking tossers." Ron growled and swung his wand in an arc, no spell in mind. Just the burning want of his magic to do damage.
He was surprised at the roaring dark blue vortex swirling into a ball racing towards the two wizards from his wand.
The two wizards were shocked and only one was able to jump out of the way as the other was ripped to shred by his magic.
"So the little boy knows a little magic after all." The remaining wizard got to his feet and started firing spells in rapid succession at Ron.
Ron threw up a shield knowing that it won't protect him for very long as the other wizard was much more powerful then himself. But, it was just enough for him to escape into the forest.
"Come on Ron, you need a plan. You're kick ass at chess. Think strategy." Ron spoke to himself looking around for anything to help him.
He spotted broken branches on the forest floor and grabbed a couple as he ran past.
He transfigured them into giant spiders and commanded them to attack the wizard following him.
He needed then to distract the wizard long enough to think up a plan or figure out a away to defeat him.
There was a grunt followed by and a small wet explosion.
"That was cute, sending the spider after me but it didn't work." A spell hit Ron on his clipped side flinging him to the side and into a tree.

Ron cried out.
The wizard came up to him wand pointed at his chest.
"I'm gonna have fun killing you." The wizard chuckled. Ron glanced around for anything he could use.
Ron cried out at the white hot pain, as the red tip of the wizard's wand pressed deep into his shoulder, burning a hole through it.
"You scream so prettily," a tongue licked the rim of Ron's ear.
"Maybe I should take your ass before I kill you." The wizard sneered as the teen felt bile rise in this throat.
"I could still take it after you're dead. Doesn't matter to me," the wizard ran a hand up Ron's shirt, his jagged sharp nails digging in to soft skin.
"Go and die bastard!" Ron snapped the magical restraints holding him to the tree and shoved his now glowing blue hands at the chest of the wizard.
He felt it crumple upon impact before sending the perverted creep ten feet away to be impaled upon a branch.
Ron fell to his knees panting and magically exhausted. His vision was starting to blur and turn dark. He looked up and saw a dark magic swirling around where he had left Viktor. He heard a scream of pain as the vortex exploded and he finally crumbled into darkness as magic washed over him.
Fred and George looked up from hovering around some students, as they got patched up, and two of their brothers walked in with the assistance of Gusztav and what looked to be another Drake Rider.
"Well looked what the drakes dragged in," Fred leaned against George as they regarded the two injured Weasleys.
"Also looked like they chewed on them as well," George commented on the bruises and cuts forming over exposed skin.
Bill was eased to the bed, the most injured with a gash on his side.
"How is it that you two escape with nothing?" Charlie inquired looking the twins over.
"We are better then you." Fred stated.
The student healer in charge walked up to the twins and placed his hand on Fred's shoulder. Once contact was made Fred gasped at the pain that flared.
"Oh, he is injured. He was just trying to hide it." The healer made Fred sit on a conjured stool.
The assistant started repairing Bill's side. A few house elves were helping different students.
"Where's Ron?" Bill growled out as the assistant pulled harshly at the edges of the gash, pulling the skin together before healing it.
George turned to go back out and find their youngest brother but a hand on the back of his shirt yanked him back. He turned and saw the healer giving him a hard stare.
"You have cracked ribs, you’re taking it easy. Viktor will bring your brother back here. It might not be right away if they are helping the clean up crews and getting the rest of the injured here." The healer stated before refocusing back on Fred's shoulder.

"How do you know that they are both alive?" Charlie asked.
The healer didn't answer right away. He poke Fred's shoulder a bit more before suddenly grabbing it and popping it back into its socket. Fred cried out doubling over. The healer patted the injured shoulder before turning to the others. The healer placed Fred's arm into a sling.
"When the dark lord assigned me as the healer to this castle he gave me a ring the will alert me who dies and who is injured. It's keyed to all those that are keyed to this castle. The only ones not are you and your brothers. The ring lets me know that Viktor is alive with only small injuries." The healer go up and checked on the work the assistant was doing to Bill.
"That's kind of nifty," George stated looking at the only ring on the wizard's hand.
"Only sometimes. Two people have died in this attack. I felt the death each time."
George had the decency to look ashamed as the room fell into uncomfortable silence.
It was only broken a moment later when the infirmary doors burst open and Viktor Krum, still in his battle gear, blood and grim covering him, carrying a battered and bleeding unconscious Ron.

Viktor placed Ron on the last empty bed as George and Charlie rushed over with the healer and assistant.
"What happened?" Charlie demanded looking down at his baby brother.
Ron looked pale under the grime on his face. Half his face was covered in small cuts and bruises, one shoulder had a gaping wound in it, and his clothes was torn in places.
Viktor looked up and stared at the two faces of the Weasleys that crowded around him as two other look on from two beds down.
"I'm not to sure. We were separated and I only found him after the battle." Viktor frown and looked back down at Ron as the healer and the assistant started healing him after running diagnostic spells.
"He has a cracked rib, multiple lacerations and bruising. Nothing as serious as the two that are concerning me. His magical core is extremely low, and his shoulder has traces of dark magic in the wound."
"So he was hit with a dark curse?" George asked his brows burrow in a frown.
The healer shook his head.
Viktor was the one to explain to the brothers why it was of more worry then a dark cures.
"A wizard can channel their magic to a focal point in the tip of their wand and use it as a weapon. A lot of wizards don't know this but some of those that do, use it to torture. The force of the power gathered at the tip of the wand causes extreme heat. It's like a hot knife cutting through butter. Usually this technique is used in a slow controlled manner. But by the looks of it, whoever did this was bent on causing Ron as much pain and damage as possible."
Charlie pulled George into a hug when he notice the younger twin tremble.
Viktor gave Ron one last look before he turned and headed towards the door.
"Where do you think you're going?" The healer asked.
"I'm going back to help with the clean up." Viktor did not turn back around.
"I'm going to hunt you down if you don't come back after and get your wounds looked after." The healer yelled after him.
Viktor have no indication that he heard as he disappeared from view.
"Will this cause Ron future problems?" Bill asked from where he was propped up against the pillows of the bed.
"We need a nerve repairing potion in the next week so avoid a lot of damage, but he won't recover 100 percent. He will be able to function normally, but if he pushes himself to hard, or after a rather long day it's going throb. That is if we can get that potion."
"And if we can't get the potion?" Fred asked.
"Then I'm afraid he's not going to be able to use his arm every again. I'm going to have to fire call the Dark Lord, only he knows where we can get the potion. Hopefully it would arrive in time." The healer left Ron's bed and moved to the doors.
"I'll come with you," Fred stated getting to his feet. George gave Fred a nod before he conjured a chair to sit beside Ron.
Charlie leaned against George's chair sharing a look with Bill.
"Just don't do anything stupid." Bill warned. The older twin just smirked.
Fred followed the healer through the castle back to Viktor's office.
"We can fire call the Dark Lord from here. It has the most wards." The healer explained picking up some floo powder and walking over to the fireplace.
He knelt in front and threw a pinch into the fire, mumbling out the destination and password. It was too low for Fred to hear.
Fred expected the Dark Lord's head to appear in the fire but only Rabastian LeStrange appeared. He only knew that from the wanted posters he saw last year.
"What?" Rabastian grumbled. Clearly the Death Eater was not in a good mood.
"Reign in your attitude. I need to speak with the Dark Lord. This very time sensitive." The healer snapped.
The Death Eater glared.
"Well the Dark Lord is busy at the moment." Rabastian sneered.
"Listen here you stupid fuck," Fred pushed the healer aside.
"If I do not talk to the dark lord in the next two minutes I'm playing skip rope with your innards," Fred snarled.
Rabastian raised an eyebrow and suddenly a hand shot out of the fire grabbed a hold of Fred's robes and yanked him through.
Fred felt the swirling and titling sensation of floo as he was yanked through and ended up landing hard on his back jarring his healing shoulder. He groaned.
"You're an idiot, the guy is injured. You don't just yank people through the floo, especially those that accompany healers." The healer yelled through the connection.
"The Weasley will be fine. Since you guys are in such a rush. We'll send the Weasley to disturb the Dark Lord as you cannot leave your post." Rabastian stated pulling Fred up with a hand to his robes.
"Make sure he's still alive, I expect him and an answer within two hours if he's not back here within that time frame you're going to have to deal with his brothers and Viktor." The healer hissed and shut the connection leaving Fred being help up by the death eater.
"Come on, you get to meet the Dark Lord."
TBC
AN: Hope you guys enjoyed the chapter, hopefully chapter ten will be up soon. Also let me know is there are any mistakes or if something doesnt make sense.
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