Characters: Theodore Nott and Harry Potter Setting: A warehouse in Aberdeen Date: Evening, March 20th, Tuesday. Content/Rating: Not sure. There is probably going to be violence and language. Summary: Theo's cover has been blown. Potter to the rescue! Status: Threaded, complete
"Keep it down up there! Some of us are trying to get some sleep!" Theodore yelled up at the ceiling. He was chained up to a radiator in what he was pretty sure was a warehouse. Abandoned by the look and smell of it. Not that he saw much of anything. The former snatchers only came down here to taunt him or deliver another beating.
It was impossible to tell how long they had been keeping him. A few days at least. Theo struggled to sit up properly, trying to raise his hand toward a sliver of light that drifted down through the gaps in the ceiling. They'd cut off his little finger after he'd mouthed off one too many times. Luckily none of them were very good with Unforgivable Curses, otherwise Theodore would either be dead or insane. He finally raised his hand to the light and got a decent look at it. Angry red veins of infection were spreading across the skin of his hand and forearm. "Blood poisoning," Theodore whispered to himself. That explained the sudden fever and fatigue.
Alert ears picked up the sound of the quiet popping noises of Apparation. More enemies? Friends? Was anyone even looking for him? Theodore hoped so. Another few days with this infection and he'd be a rotting corpse.