Summery: Hermione is in an interment camp for muggle borns, sort of like what Hitler did to the jews, but instead we've got voldemort on our hands. Ron's one of the Guards. Can he some how find a way to save the world from Voldemort? More importantly, can he find the will and reason to do it?

The Past is Another Land, Aida , the Broadway musical

You know nothing about me! And care even less!

How could you understand our emptiness?

You've plundered our wisdom, our knowledge, our wealth.

In bleeding us dry, you've longed for our spirit…

But that, you will never… posses…

The Past is now another land. Far beyond my reach.

Invaded by insidious, foreign bodies, foreign speech.

Where the timeless joys of childhood lye broken on the beach.

The Present is an empty space between the good and bad…

A moment leading nowhere. Too pointless to be sad.

But time enough to lay to waste every certainty I had…

The Future… is a barren world. From which I can't return.

Both heartless and material, its retched spoils not my concern;

Shining like an evil sun as my childhood treasures burn…

Shining like and evil sun, as my childhood treasures… Burn.

"Do you have anything today?" She whispered into the cool night air through a barbed wire fence. One would think she was going crazy for no one else was to be seen.

"Ron? " she whispered a little louder. Sure enough, deep out of the shadows came a tall, red headed man of about 22.

"No." He said regretfully, his breath freezing as soon as he released it. "But I do have some news." Hermione looked at him, hoping maybe the light forces had finally broken through.

He hated to see her so worked up like this… the hope in her being brought up as high as it could go, only be crushed by his next words.

"Harry's been attacked again." Her eyes light flickered off quickly, and she adverted her eyes from him from then on. "They don't know how they keep finding him. They have him so well hidden… But then again, they have a lot of spies very deep in…"

"Like you." She said coldly, remembering that night, 2 years ago.

" 'Mione, will you marry me?"

Tears flooded Hermione's eyes as she looked at the man kneeling in front of her with flaming red hair. He had never seemed so honest and true as he had when he'd said those four little words. The entire restaurant had stopped to watch this proposal.

"Yes!" she sobbed, flinging her arms around him and clinging to him tight.

The restaurant burst into applause after her reply… But soon after it started screams began to intermingle with the cheers, and soon all smiles were gone, as at least a hundred death eaters began a mass attack. Hermione's first thought was to dissaparate.

'But all those people…'

'You have to save yourself if you want to marry Ron, grow old together, have children.'

'Stay here… they'll need you.'

'Go home'

It was then she spotted Ron, his wand out, performing a spell on her. She hadn't heard him mutter it, but seeing the thoughts running through her mind she recognized it immediately as the Imperious Curse. Wait, Ron, doing the Imperious Curse? On her!

She had a silent battle between him and her mind, which she soon won. She looked at him, both frightened and curious at what could possibly make him do this to her. The women he loved. The women, little did he know, that was currently carrying his child that was 7 months from birth. She only had one thought then. Run. Run as fast as her slim legs would carry her away from the man she loved so much, yet had just a moment ago, learned to fear. She joined the muggle-mass attempting to get away. Maybe she could blend. Get away somehow. But the Death Eaters had other plans. They kept the group confined. And when Hermione finally thought to attempt to Dissaparate, she found she couldn't and that wards had been put up.

The death Eaters began picking people from the group. They took them into another room and never came back. The people feared what was happening in that room. They occasionally heard screams echo from behind that door, but in the end they were all quieted. Each scream was silenced somehow. Eventually, one of the Death Eaters came by her. She'd tried to hide her face, but it seemed as if the man under the mask had recognized her anyway. He stood directly in front of her, his tall frame blocking all else from view. And then, he pulled off his mask to reveal startlingly familiar red hair and freckles.

"I did this for you" he said, his voice monotone as if he'd practiced this 500 times.

She couldn't say a word. Silent tears just fell down her face as she tried to work out what was going on. Why was her life turning upside down like this in an instant?

With a sudden scream she was pulled back into reality and realized his hands were upon hers. She tugged them away as quickly as she could, all the while staring at this piece of filth in front of her who she had once claimed to love.

"If you ever touch me again, I'll kill you." she said in a whisper so fiercely she had trouble believing it was her own voice.

"Come with me." he said, once again in monotone. He grabbed her arms and dragged her off toward the other room. The door opened, and he went in with her. It was a small room, filled with stored food for the restaurant. Ron and her were the only ones in the small room. It grew so quiet with him just standing there, staring at her. After a moment of silence she gained the will to speak.

"Is that why you proposed? As a distraction? How could you be a part of that? It's everything we grew up against. Everything that tried to kill us when we were in school. And you're a PART of it now. How could I have ever loved you. Ever…"

"Mione, listen to me!" He shouted, his hands gripping her upper arms a little tighter then he'd meant, and seeing the pained look on her face, he quickly let go.

'They said if I didn't do it, join and do this tonight, that they'd kill you and all I loved-"

"And you think we'd rather have the man we know as our best friend, as the man we LOVE be traitor!

Ron, we would die for you, do what ever we could to help you. What happened to the days when you knew this? What happened to the days when you used to talk to us freely?"

"If you'd have heard what they would do to all of you-"

"Me, Harry, you're family, we all would have helped. We would have protected you. And now your just another death eater, to cowardly to face his own fate, and too retched to ever be wanted again."

Her eyes shot daggers into his, only to soon see him raising his wand. In a second, a chair begain to glow.

"This portkey is back to your house. Stay in hiding there. And scream on three… One, two, thr-"

Hermione's lungs let out a shrill shout of terror as the porkey took her home.

"Is she dead?" A fellow death eater asked after hearing the scream.

"Yes, now get the others. We have work to do…"

"I thought we'd gone over this Mione", Ron replied, his voice exhausted.

"We have, but its been two years to the day today. As long as I've went with out bringing it up, I thought it deserved some attention."

"How can you think when you're in there? Barely a mouthful a day, less water then half a human would drink. How can you still get the will to walk out here every night to see if I'm here. How do you still do that when you think I don't love you after all that has happened.

"Because I have hope, Ron, of a better tomorrow then today."

Ron turned his back on her then, He couldn't deal with this tonight. He'd go back to his barracks and sleep the night away.

He stowed his wand away as he reached the building where he would sleep. He reached his room on the second floor and found his three roommates already in bed, asleep. Not surprising, it was 3 A.M.

He stripped his robes off and fell into his bed, thoughts of the bushy haired women ran through his mind. Why was he here right now? He shouldn't be in this sort of luxury when so many people that really thought the same as him were right out there, suffering so much from hunger and pain. He hated to say it, but he longed to be a part of it. To suffer with them. To force Hermione to listen with out a metal fence in between them…

With all the thoughts buzzing through his head, they blended with what might have been dreams until, quite suddenly, he found himself being woken and the light of morning creeping over the windows. He'd just had a marvelous dream. A dream where he wasn't a death eater, Voldemort was gone, and Hermione was married to him.

It was in that moment that he decided to make that dream a reality.

A/N- so? How is it? I've taken a BIG break from writing but couple of nights ago this just popped into my head. REVIEW! It would be MUCH appreciated!