We know what Harry was thinking in the cellar of the Malfoy house; listening to Hermione screaming in pain...But what was the boy who loved her thinking when he heard her screams? Ron's POV on the whole Hermione Torture scene.

DISCLAIMER: NONE OF THE DIALOGUE BELONGS TO ME! This scene, and all the charectors partaking in it belong to Jo Rowling and her magnificent mind. I do, own Ron's inner monologue and thoughts...And I, being a merciful Lord, granted it...oh wait. Wrong story. NOT MINE!!!!!

"Take these prisoners down to the cellar, Greyback." I felt Harry twitch a bit beside me as the furious Bellatrix Lestrange ordered her wonky werewolf around. My heart was thumping so damn fast I could've danced to the rhythm, 'course that would've been hard to do considering I was still tied to Harry and Hermione, but you get the picture.

The Lestrange womans' face contorted into a look of thoughtful considering. "Wait," she said sharply. "All except…except for the Mudblood." I felt my eyes widen out of fear.

"No!" My mouth seemed to be shouting on its own accord, and it took me a second to realize that I had in fact been the one yelling. "You can have me," My mind was working toward one goal, and one goal only. Keep Hermione Safe. "Keep me!"

Bellatrix's hand flew into my face so fast I hadn't seen it coming. The resulting smack resounded around the empty room in the Malfoy Manor. "If she dies under questioning, I'll take you next," she said. "Blood traitor is next to Mudblood in my book. Take them downstairs, Greyback, and make sure they are secure, but do nothing more to them – yet." She threw the werewolf his wand that she had stole earlier, and cut Hermione from Harry and I with a silver knife she'd pulled from her robes. She grabbed Hermione's hair and pulled her to the middle of the room behind her like Ginny used to carry the cat.

I couldn't see what happened next, Greyback grabbed my shoulder and whirled our entire group down a dark corridor in front of him. I wasn't exactly paying attention to what he was saying if he was saying anything; I'd failed her. I'd tried protecting Hermione by sacrificing myself, but as all great Weasley plans worked out, that hadn't done anything, and now the love of my life was stuck in a room of Death Eaters without a wand.

Well done you git. My thoughts were interrupted as that filthy example of a werewolf opened his ugly mouth, just to make our blood boil.

"Recon she'll let me have a bit of the girl when she's finished with her?" His raspy voice questioned cruelly, and I felt my whole body jerk uncontrollably. That bastard's lucky I was tied up. "I'd say I'll get a bite or two, wouldn't you ginger?" I was shaking out of sheer rage, and at that moment, nothing mattered more to me than murdering anything that stood between me, and the death of Fenrir Greyback.

He forced our sad little group down a flight of slippery stairs, and with a tap of his wand, opened a heavy oak door. He pushed us in via Dean's back, and slammed the door causing a ringing in my already painful brain. Before the ringing stopped, a terrible scream sounded above our heads in what I know now to be the parlor of Malfoy manor. Every second of that scream tore at my heart, leaving it raw and barely thumping.

"HERMIONE!" I bellowed and fought against the ropes binding me, causing Harry to stagger a bit to the side. "HERMIONE!" My heart was breaking as I could her every ounce of pain in that one scream.

"Be quiet!" Harry shouted, but still I barely heard him. "Shut up, Ron, we need to work out a way…"

"HERMIONE! HERMIONE!" My eyes burned with unshed tears. I wanted to save her, I'd take the pain she was feeling, I'd protect her…anything to make it stop. I just wanted her to be okay. Nothing else mattered.

"We need a plan, stop yelling – we need to get these ropes off…"

"Harry? Ron? Is that you?" A small and comfortingly familiar voice whispered through the darkness of the room, and I stopped yelling. A shadow accompanied some soft noises very close to my left foot. "Harry? Ron?"

I felt Harry relax slightly as he recognized the wide eyed girl staring up at us. "Luna?"

"Yes it's me! Oh no, I didn't want you to be caught!"

I swear to Merlin I heard the clocks ticking in Harry's head as he asked, "Luna, can you help us get these ropes off?"

Luna was silent for a thoughtful moment. "Oh yes, I expect so…There's an old nail we use if we need to break anything…Just a moment."

Another of Hermione's screams wrenched at my heart and a tear slid down my face as I fought the ropes, again trying vainly to save her.

"HERMIONE! HERMIONE!"

"Mr. Ollivander?" I heard Luna say quietly. "Mr. Ollivander, have you got the nail? If you just move over a little bit…I think it was beside the water jug…" A few painfully slow seconds later, she was back.

"You'll need to stay still." I knew she was talking to me as she started her slow work of sawing through the ropes tough fibers.

The cold voice of Bellatrix Lestrange was the last thing I wanted to hear at that moment, but it was impossible to avoid. "I'm going to ask you again! Where did you get this sword? Where?"

My heart sunk even lower into my chest as I heard the weak and pained voice of Hermione answer. "We found it – we found it – PLEASE!" Her sentence was broken again as she was tortured again, and this time I knew I had to save her. I fought with every ounce of energy I had, I kicked my legs and wriggled my arms, anything that seemed to help.

"Ron please stay still!" Luna whispered in her airy voice. "I can't see what I'm doing…"

I answered as quickly as my mouth would work. "My pocket! In my pocket, there's a Deluminator, and it's full of light!" I was pretty sure Dumbledore hadn't intended the Deluminator to save Hermione Granger from torture, but I was so desperate at that point, it didn't matter.

Luna reached into my pocket, (something I'm sure Fred and George would have commented on) and a few seconds later, the Deluminator gave a small click and the room was filled with light. The random light sources, sucked from lamps in the tent, just kind of hung as if suspended in the air.

Luna looked as loony as ever, her white eyes spread wide over her small face, and after a moments consideration, I recognized the crumpled figure in the corner to be Mr. Ollivander. I couldn't see anyone I was tied to, as I was at an awkward angle, not helped any by my frantic struggling, but I knew they weren't in any better state than I was.

"Oh that's much easier, thanks Ron." Luna said and she continued sawing the rope binding us together. "Hello Dean!" She exclaimed happily as if one of her friends wasn't being tortured right above her very head.

"You are lying, filthy Mudblood, and I know it! You have been inside my vault at Gringotts! Tell the truth, tell the truth!"

Another terrible scream and I felt as if I couldn't breathe.

"HERMIONE!" My shout came out as an awkward and pained sob, and my stomach clenched into a tighter ball.

"What else did you take? What else have you got? Tell me the truth or, I swear, I shall run you through with this knife!" It occurred to me that Hermione could die while I sat in a cellar with Loony Lovegood, and I wanted to puke. Something was wrong with this universe.

"There!" Luna shouted, obviously pleased with herself. I had no time to congratulate her, as soon as I felt the ropes slacken, I was on my feet and searching for the trapdoor that had to be here. Every crack, every bump on that damned ceiling was a possibility, but none seemed…trap door-ey.

Deciding that if Dumbledore could disapparate with a wand, I could too. I closed my eyes, focusing every ounce of energy on the parlor above me, and with a disappointed sigh, gave up on the vain attempt.

"There's no way out, Ron," said Luna as she stared up at me with her owl eyes. "The cellar is completely escape proof. I tried, at first. Mr. Ollivander has been here for a long time, he's tried everything." Her voice was so cheerful and airy I wanted to strangle her, but there were more important things to deal with.

Hermione's piercing scream resounded through the cellar again and it went through me like a knife through butter. Finally the help I needed arrived when Harry stood out of sheer desperation no doubt, and began running his hands along the walls searching for something unknown to both of us.

"What else did you take, what else?" That womans voice was like physical pain to me, and nothing would have given me greater pleasure than to rip every bloody limb and protrusion off of her hideously evil body. "ANSWER ME! CRUCIO!" Hermione's screams tore at every part of me as I pounded the walls, dry sobs wracking my body. I had no doubt that I'd never been in this much pain. I would have sworn off of Chocolate Frogs for life…hell, I'd have sworn off of food for life if I could've just helped her, taken away her pain.

Harry was searching wildly through the pouch Hagrid had given him for his birthday, pulling out random items and then discarding them as they were of no use. He pulled out the shard of mirror he'd been carting around since the year before, and gave a little start.

"Help us!" He yelled at us, and at that point I saw myself faced with two problems. The love of my life being tortured beyond belief, and my best mate going absolutely mad in the cellar of Malfoy's house. "We're in the cellar of Malfoy Manor, help us!" He seemed to be searching for something in the tiny shard, and I was about to take it away from him, but another one of Hermione's pained screams ripped through the small room and I felt my heart plummet to my nether regions. It was worse than ever and it was all I could do to keep myself from chopping off my ears with the rusty nail.

"HERMIONE! HERMIONE! HERMIONE! HERMIONE!"

"How did you get into my vault?" we heard Bellatrix scream and rage like I'd never felt boiled in the very center of my being. Bellatrix Lestrange, was going to pay for this. "Did that dirty little goblin in the cellar help you?"

"We only met him tonight!" Hermione sobbed painfully, and it broke my heart to hear it. "We've never been inside your vault…It isn't the real sword! It's a copy, just a copy!"

Atta girl Hermione. I thought with a small smile. Stick to your story.

"A copy!" Bellatrix screeched and I winced out of fear for Hermione. "Oh, a likely story!"

"But we can find out easily!" I've never been so Goddamn happy to her Lucious Malfoy's voice. "Draco, fetch the goblin, he can tell us whether the sword is real or not!"

I'd almost forgotten that no good little son of a bitch was up there, listening and watching while Hermione, his classmate, was tortured mercilessly. Oh, he was going to pay for that. He thought he knew pain, he'd never fought me before.

Harry scuttled toward the goblin and whispered something inaudible into his pointed ear; I was too busy thinking of whether I should set fire to Malfoy's trousers, or hang him from the ceiling by his nose to pay any real attention to their conversation.

"Stand back. Line up against the back wall. Don't try anything or I'll kill you!" Thinking quickly, and deeply concealing the urge to burst out in laughter at Malfoy's feeble attempt at a threat, I clicked the Deluminator and the light was gone from the dark cellar.

It's not over, I just seperated this part into two chapters 'cause I wanted to. Actually...it might be more than two...but probably not.

R&R

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