Fred could get up, he'd be damned if some giant snake - and it dawned on him from the way his arm was burning that that was the same blood snake that had attacked his father! - would put him on the ground.
"Accio wand!" He called, angry, and his wand flew back to his hand. But he spared a look at Roger, and Roger's throat was bleeding, and it looked like his arm was hurt too, and Fred was almost abnormally good at assessing a situation quicker than most. It was his wand arm that was bit, and it hurt to even close his hand around his sodding wand. No way he could fight like this.
"I'll take us," he said instead, because the snake looked like it was shaking off the spell that Roger had thrown at it and getting ready to strike again.
He'd apparate them, because he was at least more used to being able to focus on a spell through pain and he didn't know how much experience Roger had with that. But where to take them. He had a split decision to make a choice, because he could see the snake rearing up again, and he grabbed hold of Roger suddenly and sent them both spiraling.
They ended up on a cliff overlooking the sea, in front of a lonely and beautiful little cottage, its walls embedded with shells and whitewashed. Fred sagged against Roger as they landed there, and he could feel whatever poison was in that bite, spreading fast up his arm.