Dolores Umbridge holds key Mentors and others captive at Azkaban. It's up to brave Gryffindors Fred, George, Angelina, and Katie to liberate the prisoners!
You are Fred Weasley.
Katie Bell simply won't leave you alone.
"But that's what you said thirty minutes ago!"
"Well yes, but that was before we realized we were nearly depleted of our stock of Weasleys' Wildfire Whiz-bangs!"
"I can hardly think of a more crucial item for our quest, Fred."
"Well put, George! I suspect you've found that one good dosage of Portable Swamp we salvaged for this operation?"
"I've got it over here, Fred."
"You're a doll, Angelina."
"Charmed. I'm starting to agree with Katie, though. Are we quite ready to go yet?"
"Thank you, Angelina. Three separate teams have already left and completed their missions. And it's been nearly two hours since they left again after stopping by here."
"Here you go, Katie." You toss her a can of Candy in a Can.
Though you hear her munching behind you, yet she continues as before. "I mean, really. I have half a mind to storm Azkaban by myself and spring the prisoners from right under Umbridge's nose if I have to."
"Oh, but you ought to leave her to us--Umbridge is our specialty!"
"If you ask me, Katie, I think George and Fred here are just too afraid to let go of their beloved shop. Perhaps they think they're looking on these aisles, displays, and merchandise for the last time."
"Bollocks! None of us have any reason to fear for our safety as long as we have Angelina here, watching out for us."
"George, once again your eloquence knows no bounds." You're rummaging through a particularly dingy shelf here in the very back of your store. "Did you know that Everdeen girl, Katniss, really didn't think much of our esteemed enterprise here?"
"Impossible, Fred! Surely no one can help but stand in awe of what we've established here."
"I kid you not, George. She called this place 'excessive,' if you can believe it."
"I certainly can't!" affirms Katie, looking equally baffled that someone actually wouldn't appreciate the one and only Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. (You've also succeeded at getting her off your back for the time being.) "Where else can one find a Miraphorous Magic Set?"
"Oh, and Decoy Detonators!" Angelina Johnson is just as taken aback as the others. "Spectrum Splasher likewise is simply a must." You, George, and Katie nod your heads sagely.
"And Quills, never forget the Quills. Self Inking, Spell Checking--"
"--and I positively swear by Smart Answer Quills."
"Let's not leave out Ton-Tongue Toffee, Reusable Hangman, U-No-Poo..."
"Extendable Ears too."
"Well, of course the Extendable Ears! I mean, that just goes without saying, doesn't it?"
"Aye," you agree with your twin. "And to think, we even have a specialty section set aside for Muggle Magic Tricks, just for Muggle friends like our beloved Katniss." You sigh theatrically.
"And that still wasn't enough for her?" Angelina looks genuinely puzzled.
"I'm afraid not, alas."
"I think I know what's going on here." She smirks at you while taking George's arm. "You fancy her, don't you, Fred?"
You look back at them, stricken. "Well now, let's not get carried away here--"
"But you do!" agrees Katie. "I can see it in your eyes--not to mention your face," which you now suspect to be the same color as the scarlet of your Gryffindor robe. "Oh, you two would be positively adorable together!"
"Didn't Ginny say she went back to her home country with that Peeta fellow?" you ask, hoping to steer the conversation away from any potential crushes of yours. You resume rummaging. "And while we're on the subject, Katie, any word from our favorite former Captain?"
Angelina grins. "You're looking at her!"
"Oh, but you were never our Captain, Angelina," you say with a smirk. "I'm referring, of course, to the one and only Oliver Wood."
Katie looks suddenly uncomfortable. "I haven't heard, at least not lately."
"But what with the Death Eaters intercepting so many owls lately," Angelina offers in reassurance, "that's not very uncommon these days."
"He knows we escaped from the Arena successfully and that I'm alright." She fidgets with her wand unconsciously. "I know because he responded to my letter telling him as much. I've heard nothing from him since then, though."
"I'm rather surprised he's not out here fighting alonside us."
"Well I'm not, because I strictly forbade him from doing so!"
"Oh?" George raises an eyebrow.
"Yes. He's to stay home and look after his family. My parents too, since they live close to him."
"I personally think Wood would be more useful to the Rebellion here by our side--front lines, stealth missions, that sort of thing."
"You don't get to dictate where my boyfriend is positioned in this war, Angelina!"
"And you don't own the boy just by virtue of dating him, Katie! He's got a mind of his own, and if I know Oliver Wood, he's never been one to shy away from the action."
Katie is about to work herself into a frenzy, but your twin cuts off her angry retort as you continue sifting through the dusty items all along a particularly cluttered shelf.
"Ladies, ladies, suffice it to say Oliver is playing his part in this war--quite splendidly, I'll have no doubt--just as we have our part to play as well. Wouldn't you say, Fred?"
"You practically read my mind, George!" you call back behind you.
Your sifting and shifting, stacking and unstacking, arranging and rearranging, is getting louder and louder--thus drawing the attention of an increasingly flustered Katie. "Fred Weasley! Will you quit playing with your toys on that shelf? We're wasting time. Let's get going already!"
George folds his arms over his chest. "You seem to be in an awful hurry to make it to Azkaban. Is it the prime holiday destination this time of year?"
"I daresay she wants to make a summer home out there she's itching to go so badly!" you call over your shoulder.
"What is it, Katie?" Angelina asks, a bit more tenderly. "Of course we all recognize the need to go, but preparations have got to be made. I've never seen you this anxious, though."
Katie leans against an adjacent display, looking downcast. "I realize that, honestly I do. But I just think of those poor prisoners--and I can't bear the thought of them waiting anymore, languishing in those horrible prisons, tormented by dementors, all while we wait around here."
She looks up at Angelina, and even you take a brief break from your furious searching to look her in the eye. You think you see the beginnings of tears in her eyes. "Have you ever been attacked by a dementor, Angelina?" she asks quietly.
She looks away. "I haven't, no."
"I once encountered three at a time." She shivers horribly. "You don't know what it's like. I couldn't possibly wish that on anyone." You resume your search--with a bit more haste now.
"Nor would any of us, Katie," your brother answers, coming over to place a comforting hand on her shoulder. "But we'll be no good to them if we're not ready ourselves, right?"
She smiles meekly back. "I know, George. I guess I wonder just what it is that's taking so long?"
And then you see it at last, the corner of a sheaf of paper catching your eye, well hidden underneath some age-old potion ingredients you've been meaning to throw out anyway. "It may interest you to know we should be ready to begin our long-awaited prison break at last."
"What did you find?" Angelina queries.
"This!" You bring out a large quilt-sized parchment sheet and spread it across a nearby table in the back of the shop as the four of you sit down to examine it.
"I recognize this map right off," George says with practically a cheer while you tap the parchment with your wand and intone, "I solemnly swear I am up to no good." Lines, dots, and names suddenly appear.
"It's like the Marauder's Map," Angelina exclaims. "Except it's not Hogwarts. It's... of Azkaban!"
"Courtesy of none other than Sirius Black," you tell them. "I doubt there are many who know the place quite as well as that bloke does."
Katie runs a finger down the triangular lines of the prison fortress. "Is this what you kept delaying for, Fred? The last item needed for our preparations?"
"You're a sharp one! Yes, I figured our odds'd be a lot better if we knew where everyone was being held--and where the captors themselves were too."
"Brilliant!" You can tell Angelina wants to give you a kiss, but she gives it to George instead--on your behalf, you suspect.
"We have a number of similar such maps as these we've been stockpiling," you explain.
"And lookie here!" your brother says, pointing at an area of the map well away from the main compound. "I see a grouping of valuable names in this little known far-off corner: Kingsley Shacklebolt, Hagrid, Remus Lupin, oh and look Angelina, there's Aberforth Dumbledore."
"For you, Katie, I see your Mentor too, Madam Hooch. And George, there's your beloved Mundungus Fletcher." George makes a face that you suspect doesn't suggest as much love for his Mentor as like, or perhaps tolerance.
"But you won't find my Mentor on there," you tell Angelina proudly. "Last I heard, after helping us with the Hufflepuff cup at Gringotts, old Peeves went back to Hogwarts to cause as much trouble as he can for whatever's left of You-Know-Who's minions there."
"You know," George interrupts, "this map looks different than the last time I saw it." He points at the main compound of the fortress itself, triangular in shape.
"I was going to ask about that," Katie puts in. "It's completely black, filled in. Why can't we see any floor plans, dots, or names there?"
Angelina's eyes widen in alarm, and you think you see what she does. "Wait, you can," she breathes. "Look!"
"Merlin's beard," Katie gasps. "Those are people! Hundreds of them! Are they all prisoners?" Sure enough, if you look at the blackness enough, you can see it's actually a cluster of so many dots plus accompanying names that it's simply too densely populated to distinguish one from the other without squinting at it just right. It could be over a thousand people!
"You-Know-Who's been busy while we've been out hunting Horcruxes," George surmises gloomily.
"Well, we can't very well leave them, can we? They need our help just the same as our Mentors do."
"Katie's right," Angelina agrees. "Though our initial task was to sneak in and free the Mentors and members of the Order of the Phoenix, I just can't see how we in good conscience can leave that many people to fend for themselves."
You don't exactly disagree with them, but this is turning out to be a much larger--and thus more dangerous and less likely--mission than any of you could have anticipated. "So what's our plan?"
A.) Free the Mentors and Order members first?
B.) Free the massive multitude first?