Hey, this is my version of what could have happened at Shell Cottage, after escaping from Malfoy Manor. I know, there are already a thousand of really good storys out there, but I

couldn´t resist to write my own one. So here it is. By the way I am from Germany, I tried my best to translate my original german version, so don´t be to harsh.

There will be two or three chapters, maybe more. SO ENJOY.

DISCLAIMER: Not mine, just the idea.

It was way after midnight. Harry, Ron and Hermione had been through hell. Only a few hours ago, they were overwhelmed by Death Eaters and taken to Malfoy Manor.

And there finally happened, what Ron had feared the most since the beginning of their high-risk hunt for the Horcruxes. They had grabbed Hermione and tortured her. Bellatrix

Lestrange was trying to get something out of her and proved her with the Crutiatus-curse again and again and again. Hermione's cries still echoed in

Ron's ears. They were also the reason why he was now sitting in the dark kitchen of Bill and Fleur. He could not sleep.

How could he? Every time he closed his eyes, he heard Hermione's agonizing screams. He could not stand it. He always tried to

protect her, but this time he could do anything. They had locked both, him and Harry in the basement, forced to listen, as Hermione was suffering.

Just then, he felt it very clear that, what had been for weeks and months previously hinted that he loved her. The physical pain she had experienced by this snake Lestrange, Ron

shared mentally. He suffered like a beast not to be able to do anything. He stood literally head, he had even tried to Apparate without a wand. How ridiculous - actually. But this

unspeakably strong feeling that reared in him getting bigger and bigger by every cry, literally to break out of him, let him come to such simple ideas.

After he realized that there was no quick solution to his problem, his heart seemed to break.

He could do anything, he was completely helpless and Hermione to fend for themselves.

Even now, hours later, the thought of it weighed incredibly heavily on his shoulders. He knew that he was not guilty, after all, it was the Death Eaters, led by Bellatrix

Lestrange, who made himself a kick out of torturing Hermione. But he had always vowed to take care of his friend.

After he had previously left her in the lurch (although a certain Horcrux was not entirely innocent of it), he wanted to commit such a mistake ever again. And yet it had happened.

Ron rubbed his already burning eyes. He was tired, but he dared not lie down. Even though he knew she was safe now, up in the guest room of Bill and Fleur. It made no

difference. He rested his chin in his hands and stared into the darkness.

There were still hours until the sun would rose. And there was just one single thought in his head - a suffering Hermione. He hated himself for not being able to suppress this

thought. Maybe he simply would not.

Somehow he felt it was kind of a punishment, it tortured him now, as the Death Eaters took it with Hermione, because he

could not help her. Sure, it was complete nonsense, but he could not help it. Slowly, a tear paved it´s way across his cheek.

While wiping it away with the sleeve of his shirt, Ron was sighing loudly. How should he come across just about all of this? He

would and could never forget what had happened in Malfoy Manor, which he was sure.

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