Gone Twisted

Carefully, the boy with the scar on his forehead, the messy haired girl and the red-headed boy snuck into the gardens. They weren’t guests of the family that owned the house, nor where they burglars that were in hope of a nice sum of money. No, the trio was on a mission, a rescue mission.

“Stop it, Ron!” the messy haired girl hissed at the red haired boy in annoyance as she swatted his hand away.

“But Hermione, I didn’t do anything!” he countered while throwing up his hands in defence.

“Sure you didn’t,” the messy haired girl rolled her eyes.

“Could the two of you, please, shut up?” the boy with the lightning shaped scar said, stopping short and looking at his company. “Maybe you haven’t noticed it yet but we aren’t here for fun! I know that Ash is in there! We have to get her out!”

Both of the others bit their lips in guilt and looked at the ground, “Sorry, Harry,” they said in unison, like children being lectured by a teacher.

Turning back at the problem at hand, Harry and his friends looked through the bush they were hiding in at the gigantic, white renaissance-styled villa.

They had heard that Ron’s cousin Ash Weasley was held captive inside of that house ever since the day of their graduation nearly five months ago. Harry felt his heart constrict when he thought back at the night. He had been searching for Horcruxes with Dumbledore, his teacher and headmaster. When they came back to Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy had let in a party of Death Eaters and his Severus Snape, his former potions master, killed him.

Harry still wasn’t sure how Ash had been involved in the whole situation, but he had seen her with them, seen the terror in her eyes when they killed Dumbledore and took her away from her home and family by force. He was there! He should have acted! He should have avenged Dumbledore! He should have rescued her!

Slowly the three of them crept through the dark garden searching for a way to enter the house.

“Who’s there?” a soft melodic voice echoed through the garden making the three of them freeze in shock. It couldn’t be... But they would recognise that voice anywhere. It was the voice of the person they came to rescue. It was the voice of Ashlin Sandra Weasley.

Shocked, they turned around and looked into the direction the voice had sounded from and sure enough, the strawberry blond girl they knew and loved stood, save and sound. She was wearing a tight blood-red dress that slung to her every curve and accentuated her perfect hourglass figure and with it a pair of deadly looking red stilettos. Over that she wore a black hooded robe.

“A-Ash?” Ron asked in shock.

Catching her breath the girl swiftly glanced behind her, nobody in sight.

“Ron? Is that really you?” she asked confused and slowly walked down the terrace steps towards the trio.

“Yes! We came to save you!” he grinned at her and showed himself to his cousin.

Ash stopped short at the last step and began laughing like a maniac, shocking her potential rescuers. “You want to save me?” she gasped in humour before shaking her head disbelievingly. “Whoever said I needed saving?”