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-Let there be midnight

Me No Own Hogwarts

Hold Me Tight

Nurse

"You put too much of that damn drug in his system! We need to slow down the injections if we want the kid to live since he's like, what? Six?"

"Calm down Fall. The kid's only got a fever."

"And that fever is up to hundred and five! His insides are burning up! At this rate he'll be useless to us and we'll have to get one of the other Weasley kids which will be too much work!"

"Nurse is doing the best she can to make sure he's able to withstand the drug the next time and get him back to stability without doing too much harm to our project."

"Nurse wouldn't have to do that if you didn't put too much of that drug in his system! And his body must be rejecting that chip Summer gave you because the back of his neck is swelling up and has a rash!"

"I'm just following orders. If you want to complain, either complain to Summer or the higher ups. That won't be a pretty sight, now will it?"

"Both of you, shut up. You're giving me a headache."

"Then get up and do something with your lazy ass, Spring!"

"No, just move and argue somewhere else. I'm busy."

"Doing what? Sleeping?!"

"No, I'm making sure that those damn Weasley's don't find us before the project is over. That would be bad. They also got a couple of good Auror's in their hands which is making things a bit difficult."

"Those damn idiots! Quinton and Harrison should've cleaned up their tracks so they couldn't even figure out where those brats went."

"Geez, Fall. What got your panties in a twist? Is it your time of the month? Maybe you're pregnant. Go take a pregnancy test and stop bothering me."

"I'm a man you ass hat!"

"Oh boohoo, just because you don't act like one or look like one don't mean you can be pissy about it."

"Well, as you ladies go fight it out with a pillow fight and bitch slaps, I'm going to have to check on the runt and see if the preparations for those two doppelgangers are ready."

"Have fun Winter, don't fuck up."

"I'll try."

"I'm going to kill you all one day."

"Oh go and take a Midol, Fall."

"Ha ha, your humor kills me."

"I wish it did so I won't have to deal with your pissy attitude 24/7."

"Man," Winter whispered as he glanced down at the youngest red head in their possession. He whistled long and low as he set both hands on his hips, looking at how the kid shivered and sweated at the same time, mumbling underneath his breath. "Little Red sure don't look to good." he commented, looking over to the young woman with curly caramel hair that was busy wetting a rag and placing it back on the six-year-old's forehead.

She gave him one of her warning eye.

"Because some doofises decided that some six-year-old can withstand double your dumb drug." she said in a clipped tone. "If you want this damn project done with, make sure next time that you're not over doing it. Little Red is still six, you know." She looked back down and picked up another wet rag, cleaning off the sweat from the boy's arms, face, and chest.

"Yeah, I know." Winter grumbled. "Do you think the Doppelgangers will be better with doubling the drug?" She didn't answer. "Nurse?" Finally, the young woman looked up.

"Honestly, a full grown adult would barely be able to withstand double. Just slowly add more into it, but whatever you do, don't double it." She looked back down to concentrate on her job. "Little Red isn't in very stable condition. Not only did doubling the drug give him a high fever, but he's got pneumonia. You should've seen him. A little while ago he was coughing up a storm and it looked like it hurt too." she said, putting the rag back in the bowl and sitting down. "It'll be a couple of days before you can continue on with you little 'project'. In the meantime, be careful with those Doppelgangers, you don't want them in the same position as Little Red, that will really set you back big time." Winter nodded, looking deep in thought.

"Dully noted." he muttered, looking back at Nurse. "To make sure we're not over doing it, can you check those two out just to make sure their body isn't close to getting like Little Red's?" he asked. Nurse sighed heavily, looking down at the red haired boy who started to softly cough in his troubled sleep, looking to be in pain.

"I'll have to have Assistant look after Little Red while I do that, but I can. When did you say you're going to bring them back out to their next 'appointment'?" Nurse asked, looking back up at Winter.

"In about an hour and a half. Quinton and Harrison are fixing up the 'play room' for a different type of procedure. After this time, we're going to take them at separate times and once Little Red gets back to being better, they'll each get their own cell so their hope can die easier and they won't try anything either. Summer already suspects the twins trying to escape so she placed the chip in Little Red's neck, whatever it does, but the separate cells will ensure that and it will help us along the way, too." Winter continued. Nurse frowned.

"Speaking of that chip, I had to take it out cause it was causing an infection since you didn't put it in correctly and make sure that it was clean. Good job, Winter. Now I have to make sure that infection in the back of his neck won't spread and hopefully goes down." Winter shrugged sheepishly, scratching the back of his head as he inhaled deeply, looking at the red haired boy.

"What can you do?" he asked rhetorically. "Mind putting that in when Little Red is all stable? Make sure he won't get any infections this time around, will ya'?" Nurse rolled her eyes, but nodded.

"Alright, but every time you take either kid to the 'play room' I'll have to check up on them so I can make sure they won't end up here again, especially Little Red. Hopefully his body will get somewhat used to the drug and this will be a onetime ordeal, but you can never be too careful." Winter nodded, starting to back away.

"Whelp, you got it Nurse! I have to report this back to Summer, so see ya' in an hour and a half!" he saluted, walking out of the room. Nurse blew a strand of hair out of her face, looking annoyed by the other as she turned around and grabbed a clip board, writing a few things down before she got up and prepared the medicine for when the boy wakes up.

"Maybe we shouldn't have given them Ronnie…" George muttered, Fred having to strain his ears just to hear his twin. He barely glanced at him, shrugging.

"Why? They could actually be helping him." Fred replied grumpily.

"But what if they decided he isn't good enough for their plans and dump him off somewhere, dead? It'll be our faults. Ronnie would be dead and we'd be at fault." George said, tears filling his eyes at the mere thought of that.

"Let's not think of the 'what if's', we'd have a better time if we just forgot all about them." Fred grumbled, hugging his knees closer to his frame. He felt a chill pass through him from the cold of the cell's wall touching his bare back, but he'd given Ronnie his shirt and he wasn't going to ask for it back. And he couldn't at the moment anyway if he wanted to because they took Ronnie to the infirmary, hopefully.

"… Alright…" The twins were engulfed in silence, neither wanting to speak their thoughts anymore since they both knew that it would end up speaking about their situation and Ronnie. They were already downhearted as it was, didn't need having the other bring up a new dark prospective and their deepest thoughts that they didn't even want to share.

Neither twin looked up when the cell's door opened, only closing their eyes and blinking to get used to the sudden brightness that was brought in from the outside of the cell.

"Where's Ronnie?" Fred instantly asked when he recognized the person standing in the middle of the doorway to be the guy that took away his younger brother.

"In the infirmary." he replied, looking towards Fred.

"You're not going to kill him… are you?" George quietly asked, barely even looking up at the male.

"No, that would put a setback on things. We need him alive and killing him certainly will do us no good at the moment." Fred and George exchanged a quick glance, both somewhat relieved that the male said Ronnie will still live, but not knowing if they should trust him. "Anyway, it's about time we go to the 'play room'." The man snapped his finger and stepped back, the two burly guys who usually took the twins and Ronnie away appearing behind the first male and entering.

Neither twin were looking forward to the near future.

"What do you mean they were taken by something stonger than we thought?" Mrs. Weasley asked. She had finally calmed down thirty minutes ago to hear out the two Auror's that came back with her eldest. Her eyes were puffy and her nose was stuffy and both of them including her cheeks were red from her constant crying. Her eyes, though, were shinning with tears ready to fall any minute, making Clodderik and Hofter tread carefully if they didn't want to deal with Molly Weasley crying hysterically with the rest of her children and husband trying their best to console her.

"You see, Mrs. Weasley," Clodderik started to explain softly since he didn't trust Hofter to break the news to the already distraught mother. "We originally thought that whoever had taken you sons, Ronnie, Fred, and George were just simple child abductors, something we're… used to dealing with, but whoever took your sons is stronger than we originally thought." he said, trying his best to choose his words carefully.

"Do you think it has something to do with… You-Know-Who?" Charlie asked uncomfortably. Hofter shook his head.

"We are unsure, their abductions still spring up many questions and none of them are yet answered." Hofter explained stiffly. Molly Weasley started to sniffle as tears flowed down her already red cheeks, Arthur rubbing at her back in soothing circles as he whispered comfort in her ears to try and calm her down.

"We assure you, Mrs. Weasley, we will find your sons as best as we can." Clodderik promised, leaning forward to lay his hand on hers. Molly nodded past her tears and looked at the younger Auror with wet eyes, a little thankful for the promise he gave her.