Hello fans! *Chirp chirp chirp* Okay moving on. I have written this new one shot. Yay! I wrote it for some Stranger on Omegle. So now I present to you A Story Written for a Stranger!
Ron was mad, How could she say that! He was now nearing the entrance hall. Earlier that day he and Harry were sitting in the Common room. Ron was attempting to teach Harry how to play chess. "Have you guys finished your home work yet?" Hermione asked as she sat down next to Harry. Harry use this as an excuse not to play chess with Ron. He shot up and looked at Hermione. "No I have not thank you for reminding me." He said as he quickly ran up the stairs. Ron chuckled, He didn't think Harry would make it this long into the lesson. "Have you finished you homework Ronald?" Hermione asked in her mom voice. Ron sighed, He knew she meant well but this can get on your nerves after awhile. "Yes I have." He said. Hermione looked at him incredulously. "Really?" She asked in a voice that said she didn't believe him. "Yes really." He told her. He got up and started to pick up his stuff when Hermione stepped in front of him. "I don't believe you go up stairs and do your work." She said with her hands on her hips. Ron turned red. He then pushed past her and here he was walking out of the castle, by himself, after curfew.
Yeah he didn't register these small facts as he sat down by the lake. He knew Hermione had good reason to believe he was lying, but still, she could have asked to see his homework instead of completely dismissing the idea of him completing it before she told him to. He was not mad, he was just frustrated. He worked hard on that potions essay. Yes, it is weird to think of Ron willingly doing a potions essay, but he found that he liked it. He liked finding out how to make different potions and the theory behind them. He just says otherwise because potions is considered a Slytherin class. He would never tell his parents that his dream was to become Snape's apprentice in potions. He is the best of the best and Ron wanted to be a potions master so he wanted to learn from the best.
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His skin crawled, someone was watching him. He looked around but saw no one. "Hello?" he called out hoping it was just his nerves playing tricks on him. "That's him master, that is Potter's best friend." A small voice, that sounded suspiciously familiar, said. Fear was the only thing Ron felt as a tall figure emerged from the shadows. "Imperio!" The figure yelled. and Ron's world was white. "Follow me." A kind voice said. Ron struggled as the voice surrounded him. "Please follow." It said and Ron couldn't help but to listen.
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As the world refocused around him, he saw he was in a room of some sort. It was small, like a cell, but had a bed and a night stand. A lamp was on the night stand, giving him light, but the walls were bare. The door opened and a small man walked in. "Pettigrew." Ron all but growled. He stood up and got in an offensive stance. Pettigrew just laughed at him and raised his wand. "Imperio." he said and Ron will forever block what happened after from his memories.
He knew what they were doing. They were trying to break him, tying to make him their's. He would rather die. So when Professor Snape walked in after two hours of complete darkness, Ron only pulled the soiled sheets tighter around his nude form. "Drink this, it will help." He said in a kind voice. "Why? Is it poisoned? Are you trying to kill me?" Both of them could tell that the last question was more of a request.
"I'm not supposed to be here Mr. Weasley." Snape said as he offered the vial to the abused boy. Ron looked at it for a second, "A healing potion?" He asked as he raised an eyebrow. Snape looked surprised. "Yes, how did you know?" He asked with a perplexed expression on his face. "I did an essay on it." He said. Snape looked at him. Ron shrugged and then downed the potion.
"Ugh. Healing potions are the nastiest." Ron said. "Behind the Polyjuice potion of course." He said without thinking. "When have you had the time to make a Polyjuice potion?" Snape asked. "Um Hermione made it in our second year." He said blushing. After that night Snape would go into the room with a healing potion every time someone left from their 'time' with Ron. Voldemort was determined to break him by any means necessary.
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Voldemort was pissed, he has had the boy here for three weeks! He has had him tortured in every way he could think and yet the boy is still sane! How can he be sane? He has to get him as insane as Bellatrix Lestrange! But no, the boy is too stubborn. He decides to visit him himself.
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Ron whimpered as the man used him, he was going to break soon, he knew this, but he would not allow himself to break. Or so he told himself. After the man left the door opened again. Ron thought it was Severus but when he looked he was frozen in fear. Voldemort was standing in front of him. "You are one Stubborn brat you know that." He said with his snakelike voice. "I will have fun breaking you." he said as he descended upon the frozen teen.
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Mrs. Weasley was worried. She was told that Ron was missing. Harry had a scar dream of Voldemort raping her baby boy. She burst into tears again. Then Severus walked into the Burrow. "Molly I have news." He said. "Gather your family." he told her. After they were all gathered, Severus stood. "I have news about the whereabouts of young Mr. Weasley." He told them. The Weasley all looked at him with hope. "We are going to get your son out. We have to do it when He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named (LOL) is away." Severus said. The Weasley's nodded. "Of course." Molly said. "OK here is the plan."
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Ron's eyes were vacant. "Damn I went a little to far." Voldemort whispered to himself. He dressed himself and left the room. Ron was broken.
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Severus lead the Weasley's into the hideout. An old abandoned mansion on the outskirts of Scotland. "You know the plan?" Severus asked once more. Bill and Charlie nodded. "We create a diversion then call your house elf to get us out." Bill said. Severus nodded. Percy and the twins went next. "We make sure the path is clear." Percy said. Severus nodded at them as well. "And we go in and get Ron." Molly said as she pointed at Severus and Arthur. Severus nodded for the last time and continued on his way to the mansion.
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The commotion was huge. The oldest Weasley children had shot out six or seven different curses each into a crowded room of death eaters. Every death eater in the mansion ran toward them. They quickly called for Severus' House elf Spork.
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Molly and Arthur had followed Severus through the hallways and Percy and the twins went right behind Severus. They got to a small room on the bottom floor. When Severus opened the door they heard a whimper. What they saw made Molly's heart break.
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Ron was hurting, he was scared. The door opened and more then one person walked in. Ron backed up as far as he could, his back was against the wall. He whimpered again as the figures got closer. They were whispering to him, he hates the whispers, they make him do things he doesn't want. They hurt him in a way that physical pain never did. He cried out as a woman grabbed his arm. He started to cry. She was whispering to him, telling him lies, of freedom, of stopping the pain, of taking care of him. There was a woman here not two days ago, who told him how he deserved to be here. Did he? And if he did, then why was this woman lying to him? There! A man with dark hair was standing next to her. Maybe it was that man who brought him those drinks? But what if it was the man who liked to slice at his skin with that knife. Ron whimpered again. He tried to get away, but that woman wouldn't let go! She kept lying to him! Ron saw a bright red light and then nothing.
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Severus Didn't like using spells on his students but since Ron was apparently broken, he failed, he didn't think he had a choice. He used a simple stunning spell, but it seems that he was already in pain and passed out. They were able to get him back to the Burrow without anymore complications. But he will never be the same Ron Weasley again. He will never play quidditch or chess, he will never be able to trust anyone anymore.
The Ronald Weasley we all knew was dead.
I got morbid didn't I? Sorry! Hope you enjoyed this.
Mars