Chapter 1:

After the war, Ron Weasley actually thought that the world he lived in would be at peace. He thought that all the Death Eaters were taken care of, that justice would find place, and he thought he never would hear about the Deathly Hallows again. He was poorly mistaken.

So naive. He hated himself for it, he cried in anger and regret. Well, he hadn't cried in a while. Not since he came here. The assasination of Voldemort was a hard stroke towards the Death Eaters, of course, but not as striking, as motivating, to continue his work against the so-called "mudbloods" and "halfbloods" and last, but not the least, Harry Potter.

Oh no, the motivation was undescribeably strong. So strong, that the whole legal system, every witch and wizard, even the ministry, laid their loyalty in the Death Eaters hands. Or, even better put, the legal system and ministry was the Death Eaters. Led by the survivors of The Battle of Hogwarts. The coup had been easy to complete, perhaps it was the optimism following Riddle's death that blinded us all. Made us vulnerable. Ron often thought about the time after Rufus Scrimgeur passed, the state of the Wizarding Society was worse than before.

Harry Potter, was a hero to noone but his friends and family, nor was he, or Hermione considered as anything close to a hero. It was quite the opposite. In some twisted way, the Death Eaters had made the fallen Tom Riddle the hero of the story, fighting for his people. And Harry Potter, and his companions, the filthy mudblood Hermione Granger and the traitor Ron Weasley, were the villains.

Ron hadn't seen Hermione or his daughter Rose in over a year. They fled when the riots got the best of them and the Death Eaters inspections became a daily nightmare. He would join them, but it was better if they split. Then maybe their daughter Rose would have a somewhat detached relationship to the conflict. Right now she was in the middle of it all, and they both knew how that was like, being fighting Voldemort at Harry's side in their early teenage years.

He could still recall Hermione's look of despair when the sentence they had both thought for weeks, finally was said by her, out loud.

"We can't stay here, Ron. They'll kill us in the end."

He had no idea where they went, as to protect them if the Death Eaters took him to Azkaban and went through his memory. And that was exactly where they took him, or, that was where he thought they had taken him, anyway. His family had been informed, he had heard the echo of his mother's voice from her patronus.

"I'm just worried for him, you see. I don't want to bother you or anything, I promise I will never contact you again, or make a fuss. If you could only tell me where you've taken my boy." his mother pleaded, her firm and sharp tongue completely absent.

This led Ron to believe two things.

For one, his mother was buond to know who was in charge of his capture. And this person must be quite easy to reach. It could be a public person, perhaps from the ministry or one of the most highly respected Death Eaters. Hell, it was impossible to find out, and what good would it do? All he could do, was hope that Harry wasn't caught up in this, and that his girls was safely hidden. It was no hope for him, he knew that now. He had been in this dark dungeon for too long, he would loose his mind, if he din't starve to death first.

In a second, the door of his dungeon opened, and a wave of light filled the room so Ron had to cover his eyes, just in time to hear a familiar voice.

"So, you really think we will let you of the hook this easily, eh? Let you become a looney like your brother?"

It was years since he'd heard the voice of Draco Malfoy last, but it was just the same. Ron tried to straightened up, rise as much as the ropes tight around his hand and legs let him, before he looked his former nemesis right in the eyes, without saying a word.

"Oh, so you're doing the silence thing? Well dont worry, you'll talk real soon."

Malfoy said, in a carefree way, that made Ron feel wary. Malfoy whipped his wand, with a lazy expression, and a table and a chair appeared. He sat down in the chair, and rested his feet on the table.

"We know that your mudblood-wife fled the country. Russia, to be more precise. She's been followed from the moment she left your doorstep." Ron closed his eyes for a moment in resignation. If they tried to pressure him through Hermione…

"Yeah, thats right. And if you think your friend Harry Potter will be able to help her, you're terribly wrong. His been busy trying to persuade me not to harm you. You know, I actually thought he'd be a lot tougher? Defeating The Drak Lord, and all? It was quite a dissapointment when he stood down on his knees outside of my office just a week after you were, what is the official term, arrested."

Ron looked in Malfoys eyes once again, trying to look fearless, but knowing that Malfoy could see his pain over his friend from the grin on his face. Malfoy took his legs down from the table, leaned on his elbows, towards Ron, and said those stinging words, in a casual tone.

"Rosie's grown a lot."

Ron leaped towards Malfoy, driven by rage, his arms desperately reaching to punch his face, while Malfoy laughed, and waved at one of the guards watching Ron's cell.

"Get the girl." he said, and turned to Ron with his head shaking.

"You are so predictable, Weasley. You could have saved that girls life, if you'd kept your act together. Such a shame. Rose was a pretty girl."

"Don't you dare use her name, Malfoy, don't you dare!" Ron said, through his teeth, his head spinning with thought. Malfoy was just testing him. He was just testing his love for Rose. Don't say another word, he thought to himself. If you love her, then shut the hell up!

"I told you. Told you, you would talk."