crawling (samara)

Fred had injured his leg in a cross fire. That bastard Riddle had transfigured his gun, and he was now unarmed - injured - and completely useless to the fight. He'd managed to crawl into one of the recesses behind The Three Broomsticks, where they kept all their empty bottles. As much as he wanted to do something about the Death Eater scum running lose and wild, he realised that he couldn't do anything for the moment.

He looked at his leg, which had swollen substantially. "Shit..."

They couldn't win this. There had to be a way of turning this around.

@Samara Dane

Samara had seen Fred from a distance going behind the Three Broomsticks and she decided to follow. She always used a cloaking spell so no one could see her Death Eater mark so it would be interesting to see what he did. Mara turned the corner and walked over to Fred.

"Damn, you okay?" She asked as she crouched down to check the leg.

@Fred Weasley II

Hearing someone approaching, he instantly looked about. If he could find somewhere to hide himself, or a sheet to cover himself with, that could fool a death eater, right? Fuck...

He realised it was a pair of heels clacking against the pavement. As he looked up, mid-way between shuffling himself across the ground, he saw it was Samara. She was actually here? Pregnant and everything? What was he doing! He needed to get to his feet right away!

He tried, but winced.

"Shit..." He muttered, looking up at her. "Samara... you gotta get out of here. You're pregnant..." He winced again. "Protect yaself. Don't get caught up in this shit. Those bastards'll turn a wand on anyone..."

@Samara Dane

Samara watched as he realized it was her and he tried to get to her feet, aw! He cared about a pregnant woman being here, well sucks to be him since she is a death eater and prepared to be doing anything and whatever it takes. Kneeling down next to him.

"Fred you're hurt, you need to get out of here, why are you here?" She asked, faking concern. "Who gives a shit about them, I don't think anyone saw you coming this way, I did so I came here to make sure you're alright" oh she deserved an award for keeping this shit going.

@Fred Weasley II

He didn't know that Samara could be so... caring. This was the first time he'd ever seen her concern, let alone for him, and it was heart warming to say the least. Now wasn't the time to be immersed in that, however. They were still in the middle of a battle, and Samara was his first priority. After that, he could go to the others.

"I have to be 'ere," He winced as he tried to move, "I ain't one for cowering in a corner while everyone else has the fun." He gave her a strained kind of smirk. "Do you know any healin' spells? Anythin' that can get me on my feet again. I need to round up whoever I can, and get 'em back to the castle. There's kids caught up in all this shit."

@Samara Dane

Samara nodded when it came to healing him, but she had other plans for Fred, he was going to be in complete hell once she was through with him, so taking out her wand and muttering some healing spells before seeing he was good to go. "Let's go" she helped him up and watched as he walked in front of her. Samara leaned down and grabbed a brick before hit him really hard over the head and watched as he fell unconscious.

"Oh sweet heart, didn't mommy ever teach you when a girl is so out of your league" she laughed at his unconscious form before apparating to her home and making her house help put him in the dungeon where all her toys laid. Telling them to make sure he's chained up nice and good. The fun was going to begin soon.

@Fred Weasley II

At least he had her, and she was safe. Those were his last thoughts as she healed his leg, and he was raring to spring back into the action. Then, everything went black...

When he came around, it was because of the discomfort. There was something tight around his wrists and body, restricting his blood flow. A pain in his head told him of some kind of injury. The room he was in - if it could be described as a room - looked like something Hogwarts dungeons had in the medieval times, but more sophisticated.

"Nng... What the..."

@Samara Dane

Dodger a house elf saw that his master had brought home a toy or a torture toy he could never be too sure. All he knew was that he was supposed to make him "comfortable" whatever that truly meant. So when he went down there he saw the man awake. He placed replaced the old weapons with sharper and new ones so his master could do whatever she wanted to the man.

@Fred Weasley II