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Who Kidnapped Fred

Drought had plagued the entire region, the grasses died out causing a haze of dusty wind. In the dry warm air, one had to cover their mouth to avoid breathing in rasping air.

Fred Weasley was being watched through the board on board fence. The gnomes were nowhere to be seen. The stalking wizard raised his wand stunning the young red-headed man. Quickly the stalker hoped on his broom, swooped over to Fred. Holding the broom in one hand and Fred in the other the kidnapper disapparated.

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The distant sound of birds and the scent of balmy ocean air brought Fred to his senses. He hadn't been bound, though his wand had been confiscated. Careful not to make any noise, Fred rolled over onto stomach. Ears tuned-in for any sound nearby. Desperately hoping the bed didn't make a load of noise, Fred eased himself onto the floor. If only he had his wand. The only sounds Fred picked up were the sounds of seagulls and ocean waves.

Looking out a window, Fred saw someone and ducked back down. Taking another brief peek, the kidnapper was sitting in a chair on the beach, a hat perched on his head. No one else in sight and with no clue where he was, Fred crept across the sand to the chair. “Fred, have a seat. Where you been? Napping I dare say.”

Fred looked at his captor, utter amazement. “AH! You ass.” Fred picked George up carrying him down to the shore, threw his twin into the surf.

George drug himself out, and lay on the wet sand. “Time to enjoy summer break.”