23.

                                    

                                          
"Ready?" Luna asked softly, as she and Harry waited for the Order Members to leave their posts to go battle the Death Eater.
"As ready as I'll ever be," Harry replied.
"Good enough," Luna shrugged, "So, Blaise?"
"What about Zabini?" Harry asked, remembering their previous conversation.
"When are you going to tell him?" Luna asked.
"Ummm," Harry tried to find something to say, he really did!
Luna face-palmed, "We're idiots, aren't we?"
"Wha-"
"There's no deadline! Gods, the nargles must have gotten to us!"
"Uh, yeah," Harry said, rubbing the back of his neck. What? He didn't like upsetting Luna! She was like a little sister to him. 
"We're fixing this later," Luna promised herself, glaring at Harry.
A scream could be heard, and yellow and purple fireworks burst in the sky.
"Well, that's are que," Harry said, desperate to leave this conversation behind.
(Because it didn't matter that Blaise was his mate. He wouldn't like Harry, at least, not in a romantic way. What if Blaise said he was an idiot to tell him that? Harry would much rather keep their friendship, thank you very much.)
"Hmm," Luna said, before tilting her head, before pointing to a corridor. "The Nargles said that Ryan's this way,"
Harry, who had long since learned that Luna was ALWAYS right, followed.
He found, that there was a faint smell of iron coming from the room on the ide of the long corridor. 
(Harry's brain took a minute to remember why it may be smelling like Iron.)
"I can smell blood." Harry pointed to the red door with the words DO NOT ENTER OR ELSE DEATH AWAITS YOU were written. "We should hurry,"
Luna tried the door, it was locked.
"Alohomora?" Luna suggested. 
Harry shrugged, before trying the spell. It didn't work.
"You know what? I feel like making a dramatic entrance. What about you Luna? Wanna blast this door to bits?" Harry asked casually, like he was talking about the weather.
"Why of course, Harry," Luna said, dreamily.
It took them only one try to get the door down, so that's that.
At once, the smell of blood multiplied, and Harry had to blink back his dizziness.
The sight inside of the room was not something Harry was gonna forget anytime soon:
His brother, unconscious and bloody, with bruises all over him, and his clothes ripped, handcuffed to the cell's wall.
"I- Ryan?" Harry called out.
He got a soft moan in response. Okay, not unconscious, just really out of it.
"We're gonna get you home," Harry said, "And then get you checked with a healer, you'll be fine. Just don't go to sleep, okay?"
"Mmm," 
"I'm taking that as a yes, and slapping you if you fall asleep." Harry said drily.
"C'mon," Luna said softly, they needed to get out. There was a chance there were wards and runes on the door, that may have alerted the order about them entering the room.
"Help me?" Harry asked, as he slung Ryan's arm around him, and made him stand up. Luna nodded, supporting Ryan from the other side.
They went as fast as they could, with Ryan only half-conscious  and all. They got out of Kaden Manor - The order's newest HQ - and quickly used a portkey - which was a stone - to get to Malfoy Manor.
They found that Sirius, Remus, Lily and James were already there, the latter two looking quite out of it, themselves.
Sirius quickly got James to sit down, and rushed over to Ryan, fluttering over him like a mother hen. When that was done, he turned towards them.
"Any injuries?" He asked, sternly. And, goddamit, Sirius and sternly shouldn't be in the same sentence until it has a not in between them.
"None," Luna said.
"Good, and you better not be lying!" Sirius said, before turning towards Remus, and jerking his head towards the door. Remus nodded, and they left the room.
"We'll be right back," Remus assured them, before leaving.
Harry nodded, before making his way towards the kitchen, to hopeful get the house-elves to give him something to eat, when an arm grabbed him. 
"Potter,"
Goddamit!