Spitfire | Fred Weasley [2]

[Trigger Warning: Violence, vomiting, Fenrir Greyback.]

[Spitfire : Chapter Seventy-Five]

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5 July, 1996

Kennedy Zahel's inability to be patient for longer than three minutes is what made Cassie and Lee's lateness most unusual. At first, everyone was just annoyed by the girl's constant badgering, wondering where her blue-haired friend was with the 'spicy big-kid juice.' Rose was a little more patient, focusing on answering each and every one of Fiona's endless tangle of question after question about her and Kennedy's engagement. But after informing Fiona a near paragraph of information, she began to worry herself--where was Cassie and Lee?

When Nymphadora Tonks, her hair wild as a cotton candy machine, showed up at the shop and announced they were attacked--all questions were answered.

"Lee Jordan is being brought to St. Mungos by Austin Newark and a newbie to the Order," Nymphadora relayed, "won't wake up, but we think it's from some type of powder--there was some residue on his face, and all over the ground."

"Otherwise he's okay, right? He's not like  dying, is he?" Angelina asked, worried.

"His vitals appear to be okay," Nymphadora stated, "he's just . . asleep."

"That means Cassie's okay too, right?" Fred asked. "They took her, meaning they wanted her alive, and that powder doesn't do much but sedate a person."

"She should be okay, for now." Nymphadora stated, "we'll learn more about the powder when Lee wakes up. For now, not much we can do, Dumbledore has a few Auror's investigating Greyback, but lately that beast has been very under the wraps."

"He was probably planning," Kennedy stated, "I bet it was him who took her. Dudes got a creepy obsession with Cassie."

"Do you think he's going to try to kill her?" Fiona asked, gulping.

George put a hand on his brother's shoulder as he watched the boy pale at Fiona's question.

Rose swallowed nervously. "What if he tries to turn her?"

Fred's stomach rumbled and he swore, "Oh shite," without another word, he was running toward the washroom, all his stomach contents splattering into the toilet.

George swore and followed after him, "Fred, she'll be okay! She's been okay with every other interaction with that fool. This time we'll be able to prove his criminality and it'll never happen again. We just need to find her first."

"Do you think he'll allow her to leave freely?" Fred asked between gasps, Angelina was now with them, worry on her face. "No one leaves Greyback unharmed. Cas was a bloody infant when Greyback first tried turning her! Got a ruddy scar going down her arm!'