**Maddie’s POV**
When I hear George’s first yell I feel as if I’m going to throw up. Dad’s arms are around me in a heartbeat, covering my ears, but I can still hear the agonising yells.
“Make it stop!” I whimper.
“We’ll stop hurting your boyfriend,” a death eater called Adriane growls, “if you tell us where Potter is!”
“I don’t know!” I cry, “none of us do!”
“Shame,” Adriane sighs, “he’s a handsome boy… But not for long…”
I groan and cover my face with my hands. I can feel panic rising up in me. I feel so helpless!
“This on is no good,” another death eater says, shoving George back into the room, “try its twin.”
I grab Fred’s arm.
“No!” I cry, “none of us know anything!”
I feel his wand dig into my throat, but I stay in front of Fred.
“Unless you want everyone here to die, stand aside,” he snarls.
“Maddie,” Remus breathes. I don’t move. How can I just let them take Fred?
“Use vertiserum,” I say quickly, “then you’ll know we’re telling the truth!”
“Has anyone got some?” Adriane asks. One of the death eaters hands him a bottle of vertiserum.
“Make the girl take it,” he snarls roughly. Adriane grabs me roughly by the collar and pulls me forward. He uncorks the bottle and forces my mouth open, pouring the liquid down my throat.
“Where’s Potter?” he snaps.
“I don’t know!” I repeat, “none of us do!”
Adriane swears loudly and throws the collection of wands at the floor.
“Let’s go,” he says, “this lot are useless.”
The death eaters disapparate and I let out a long breath.
“Did that really just happen?” I ask, hardly daring to believe it. For a long moment nobody speaks, and then Fred breaks the silence.
“Maddie? Th- thanks.”
“Anytime,” I mutter, “let’s figure out whose wand is whose.”
I collect them all up.
“Holly, about… nine and a half inches?”
“Mine,” Mr Weasley says.
“Rowan, ten inches?”
“Mine,” Dad says.
“Is this… This isn’t eucalyptus, is it?” I ask, holding up a long, light coloured wand, looking at it in fascination.”
“Que l'une est la lutte mines,” Madame Delacour says, holding out her hand for it. I hand it to her, feeling rather impressed.
Five minutes later we’re all holding our own wands and looking pale, but determined.
“Where did you hide the girls?” Mrs Weasley asks, “is there anywhere that’s safe?”
“Dad’s place,” I reply, “the fidelus charm wouldn’t have broken and besides, Moody put up protection from Snape and other death eaters.”
“And you would have reinforced everything, right?” George asks with a grin. I nod modestly.
“Let’s go get them,” Fred suggests, “I know Ginny will be crazy to know what happened and Alithea has probably screamed the house down.”
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A Master Of Mischief ~ George Weasley Love Story ~ Book 1
FanfictionMaddie has grown up without her mother and father, living with Remus Lupin. Her father is Sirius Black and sometimes she wonders if he even knows that she exsists, but that is the least of her worries. Her best friends, Fred and George Weasley, are...
