"God dammit!" Jon yelled out as they sprang to their feet.
"Hey, whose in there?" A gravely voice cried out. "Weave got ya surrounded, so common out!"
"Sorry Karyn," Jon said as she pointed her wand into her friends face. Karyn felt like she was slapped right in the nose as a loud crack filled the air.
"Hermione!" Ron cried "What'd ya do that for?"
"Shh!" Jon snapped as her turned back to Karyn "Had to make you unrecognizable. Sorry."
The three were then pulled out of the tent and were tossed down on the ground as two of the snatchers had their wands trained on them. A third went into the tent to find any valuables they had on them.
"You idiots are going to be in big trouble!" Jon said as sternly as she could. The two snatchers exchanged a glance.
"Why's that?" the mean one asked.
"Because, this," she pointed to Harry "Is Vernon Dudley, he's the son of a Ministry Official." She gave a matter of fact nod.
"Hey, I think there is a Dudley what works in the Ministry, the gangley one said to the mean one.
"And his Father will have your heads for bothering us!" Jon continued.
"And who're You then?" The mean one asked, his eyes squinting, as they looked down a list.
"Me? I-I'm..." Jon tried to come up with a better lie than she remembered from the book "I'm Sarah MacMillan." She said confidently.
"MacMillan?" The mean one looked suddenly apprehensive.
"That's a Pureblood name for sure." the Gangley one said.
"Shaddup, Scabior..." The mean one grumbled. "And whatabout this Ginger here?"
"He is Barnabus Weasley." Jon said as Ron looked at her uncomfortably. "He's our prisoner."
"Your what?" Scabior asked.
"Our Prisoner." Jon repeated. "Obviously he's a Weasley, I mean.... Look at him."
"Hey!" Ron said defensively.
"Quiet!" Jon and the Mean Snatcher said in unison.
"We were bringing him to Voldemort for the reward." Jon said confidently as the two Snatchers winced at the word.
"Whatchit, you!" The mean one said "You're not allowed to say his name!"
"Why not?" Jon asked defiantly.
"Because it's Taboo!" Scabior said, with the air of someone who has explained something quite succinctly.
"Sure, for Mudbloods, and Blood Traitors." Jon said in her defiant tone "But we," she motioned to Karyn "Are Purebloods, who know the power of the Dark Lord, and we do not fear him, because he will honor us for our loyalty one day!" Jon tried to imitate Bellatrix in her fervor.
"He'll honor you with Death if you're not careful." the mean one growled.
"Oi, Greyback! "Lookit this beaut!" A pudgy snatcher said as he exited the tent holding the sword of Gryffindor.
"That's a mighty fine sword you have here..." Greyback said admiring it.
"Careful with that!" Jon warned "We need to return that to Bellatrix Lestrange, and she won't be happy if you idiots damage it!"
"Whut?!" Greyback said as he turned on Jon, his fangs bared.
"You heard me, you mongrel! That sword belongs to Bellatrix, she needs to know how we came about it, and you three are wasting our time with this pointless questioning!" Jon said in a fiercely aggressive tone that Greyback wasn't prepared for.
"FINE, you want to speak to Bellatrix, then lets all go together!" Greyback growled "Come on boys, wrap them up, we're going to the Manor!"
Ron, Karyn and Jon exchanged a series of worried looks as the snatchers grabbed the three of them, and the sword, and with a CRACK disapparated.
