Chapter 4


George lifted up his arm, revealing the mark Voldemort had given him once he proved himself worthy. He pressed his wand to it and he sent his message to Voldemort telling him to have some snatchers and death eaters ready for Harry and the other two. He apparated to the Forest of Dean and quickly got into character. If Voldemort knew the truth, George would be dead in a matter of seconds. Each part must be played convincingly.

George saw Harry apparated in front of him. Harry just shook his head and looked at George with utter hatred. George held his wand to Harry. Harry returned the favor.

"Where are the others?" George demanded

"Tending to your wounded brother." Harry snapped back. "They aren't coming. I think Ron would have murdered you if he was here. Speaking of which, where are the other Weaskeys?"

"Don't worry about them, Harry." George snickered. "You'll be joining them shortly."

"Are you happy now, George?" Harry screamed at him. "You've gotten your whole family either kidnapped and tortured or fatally wounded."

"Of course I'm happy. I finally have what I want."

"I'm going to break you free of his curse. I know you don't understand it now but he's put a charm on you. You're being controlled." Harry begged.

"I AM NOT." George retorted coldly.

There was a loud pop behind George and about twelve men and Bellatrix walked up from behind him. Bell a snickered and then flinched when George threw her a dangerous look. She reluctantly stepped back and let George go ahead of her and the others.

"STUPIFY!" George shouted pointing his wand at Harry,

Harry's body slumped to the ground. George pointed his wand behind a tree and sent three other stupify spells there. Fred, Ron, and Hermione all fell to the ground in a loud thud. "I hate eavesdroppers." George sighed.

"To the Manor." George ordered the others.

The admittedly big group of death eaters and snatchers made their way down to the dungeon. Molly, Ginny, and Angelina Johnson were crying in the corner. Bill tried to attack George but the shackles around his wrists restrained him. George just laughed at his futile effort.

"Vat do you think you are doing, Georgie?" Fluer asked, her head still bleeding slightly.

"Winning." George answered simply.

Harry and the other newly found prisoners were chained to the ground.

"Georgie?" Fred asked groggily. "Please come back to us." He was begging for his brother back like a child. Not in a way that annoyed people, in a way that it made George want to cry.

"Quiet, prisoner." George snapped heartlessly at his brother.

George trotted back up the stairs to face Lord Voldemort once more. The escape had to happen perfectly or not at all. If any of this was drawn back to him they would lose the war. Once again he walked up to the dark table where Voldemort sat.

"My lord, I have-" George started.

"I know what you have done, George." Voldemort said plainly. "You have done more for me than any other death eater." He shot a nasty look at Bella. "Please sit with me?" Voldemort pointed to the chair next to him. Bellatrix looked at George wide-eyed as he sat next to the most cruel and powerful wizard that ever lived.