I need to post this. I have several stories in progress, but I needed to post this one.

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I DON'T OWN!


Ron panicked. He couldn't see. He couldn't feel anything on his face, he couldn't move his hands to check.

Ron tried to yell out, but he had no voice.

"You won't be able to escape." A deep voice said. A smooth hand grabbed Ron's face. "You are blind now Weasley, the death eaters made sure of that." The voice said.

Ron recognized the voice. He tried to say the name, but no sound came out. "I took your voice as well." The man said as he let go of Ron's face. "Till then, Crucio!" Pain filled him, from head to toe his skin froze. He was sure that it would shatter. Every cell within his body boiled so hot, he was sure that he would melt. His tears felt like acid as they slid further down his face.

He tried to scream, but no sound came from his throat.

All of a sudden the pain stopped. "Get him to the 'guest' room." The man commanded. "Yes Mr. Malfoy." A mans voice said as a rough hand grabbed Ron's shoulder.


It has been months since Ron has been captured.

The last thing he remembers, from before waking up blind, was the campsite he and his family, along with Harry and Hermione, were camping in before people started to run and scream in terror. He left the tent with Harry and Hermione only to be separated by the crowd.

He remembers a small girl cowering from several death eaters. He threw some curses at them and watched the girl run to, who Ron assumes is, her mother.

When Ron turned to run to Harry and Hermione, he saw four death eaters, all pointing their wands at him.

They all cast curses at him at the same time.

The last thing he saw was three different colored curses hit him in the face.

The room he was in, as far as he could tell, was small. He could feel the bed under him and a desk to it's right. He wasn't sure where the door was, or if there was any light. He knew that there was a collar around his neck, the collar was chained to the wall.

So far all they have done was Crusio him and starve him.

Ron heard the door open. "I see you are awake." Malfoy Sr. said as he walked closer, his shoes giving a slight tapping sound when they hit the floor.

Malfoy grabbed Ron's chin and forced his mouth open. He poured something down Ron's throat, something that tasted disgusting.

Ron sputtered and tried to spit the contents out. Malfoy clamped his hand over Ron's mouth and nose, forcing him to drink it.

Malfoy didn't let go of Ron's face and Ron was starting to feel light headed.

Ron grabbed at the hand that was blocking his air, but it didn't budge. Malfoy's laughter was the last thing he heard before he fell into darkness.


June

Ron has been there for nine and a half months.

Something was happening that night, Ron could feel it.

He thinks it has something to do with the experiments that the death eaters have subjected him to.

He is blind, will never see again, but something they did let him 'see' things. He can see power. It hurts him when Malfoy walks into the room. The power that surrounds him is bright. Like walking into a room at night and the light nearly blinds you.

He can also feel how powerful someone is. Like the men that slice at his skin with knives, their magic is like a weak flame, where as Malfoy's is a greater flame.

So far the trickiest power level that Ron has seen is Bellatrix Lestrange's power. It is like a flickering candle, one that can't decide if it should be small or large.

He has also found out that he can change his age. It was a messed up potion that they forced him to drink anyways. He turned into a four year old. Then, when he concentrated, he was able to turn back into his fourteen year old self.

When Malfoy gave him his voice back he found that his voice changes with the body, which indicates that his whole self changes to the age he chooses. He tried to turn himself old, old enough to die of natural causes, but he couldn't. He felt sick, he felt old, but he wouldn't die.

Another thing he found out was that anyone who has enough power, can take his voice with just a word. They give it back with just a word as well.

He learned five languages, all apparently necessities for what he will become when the Dark Lord comes. Ron has a feeling that he will be there soon.

Japanese was the first. Then French, German, Mandarin and Spanish. His Latin was brushed up, so he can speak it fluently, like the other five languages he was taught.

A door opened to Ron's right and Malfoy's power blinded Ron for a second, until his eyes could adjust.

He could feel as two others followed Malfoy in and picked him up by the arms. "The Dark Lord will arise tonight. You will be present. Put these on him." Malfoy said. The bright green flames that was Malfoy threw something at the cronies holding Ron.

The two bright blue flames holding Ron pulled a robe over him. A mask was put on his face. The collar stayed around his neck and chains went around his wrists. Ron went to say something but he was interrupted.

"Stay silent." Malfoy said. Ron could feel as his voice left him, it felt like something was ripped out of his throat.

"Let us go." Malfoy said as the green flame grew smaller, indicating that he was walking away. The chains around his wrists were pulled and Ron was lead out of the room.


Harry and Cedric just grabbed the cup, and now they were in a graveyard.

"Avada Kadavra!" Cedric fell to the ground dead.

Everything happened so fast. Before Harry could do much, he was chained to a gravestone.

He felt eyes on him, but these eyes didn't feel like the others, these weren't filled with hate or fear. They were filled with awe.


Ron was dragged to stand with other death eaters around something. Ron wasn't sure what they were surrounding, but he saw the different colored flames circling something. They stood there for what felt like hours, when two flames appeared out of nowhere.

One was a normal, if not slightly brighter, flame. It was yellow, but two words filled Ron's ears. "Avada Kadavra!" And the yellow flame was put out.

But it was the second's flame that caught Ron's attention. It was three colors. Green was the most prominent. But Black and white circled it in a smoky way. Like three candle flames mixing into a bigger flame. It was beautiful, full of life so to speak.

Ron had noticed that he could feel someones feelings by studying the flame. Malfoy is scared, his flames are short, Bellatrix is crazy, her flames are erratic, Greyback is confidant, his flame is high.

The flame before him was going up but then coming down. The person was scared, but was trying so hard to be brave that his flame isn't sure what he is.


Harry was terrified, Voldemort was standing before him, hatred was felt deep inside him. He just wanted him dead.


Ron watched as a dark but bright light appeared. He doesn't know how it works, but the light was black, but it was so powerful that even with the bright lights Ron was surrounded in he was still blinded by it, and his eyes wouldn't adjust to it. He had to look down. He couldn't watch as the black and green flames fought. He only looked up when he saw a bright white light coming from the black and green lights. He saw three people. Cedric Diggory, a student at his school, and two older people, one female and the other male.

They all looked at the green light. Ron could feel that they were in trouble when they went toward the black light. He had to help them.

He shrunk himself to a child and slid his hands out of the chains, the others were too busy to notice him. He snuck up behind the bright black light and by instinct said something without his voice. He felt power under his skin and accidentally turned himself invisible.

He didn't know that he could not be seen. He called out to the bright lights, but only the two older people turned. Cedric told them something and the two came to Ron, Cedric distracted the black light and the green light disappeared. Cedric disappeared as well, but the two others just brightened for a second before dulling from the bright white and into a manageable kind of wispy white like ghosts.

Ron changed back into himself after he got back to his original position next to Malfoy after he placed his chains back on. Thankfully no one noticed.

The black light approached Malfoy. "My lord. We got you this as a gift, to celebrate your return." Malfoy said. Ron's chains were pulled and he was forced to kneel in front of the black light.

His mask was pulled free and the black flames intensified. Ron turned his head to the side, his eyes watering from the brightness. He felt his jaw being grabbed and he was forced to look into the bright black light. He winced.

"Why is he blind?" The Dark Lord asked. "It was a mishap when we picked him up. We fixed it as best we can. He can now only see power." Malfoy said.

"He can see it?" He asked. Ron tried to look away, the light hurt. The Dark Lord let go of his chin and Ron looked down, the only place that didn't have light.

"Why do you look away?" Voldemort asked. Ron couldn't speak, his voice taken.

"Speak." Malfoy said. Voldemort's flames were brightened by amusement.

"Your flame is too bright." Ron choked out when his voice returned. He felt something hit him on his shoulder. "You don't speak to your master that way." Peter Pettigrew, as far as Ron can remember, said.

"You will address me as Master." Voldemort said. His flames got brighter as his amusement grew.

"Now, answer me this, how bright was Potter's flames?" Voldemort asked Ron.

Ron shook his head. "He was the one I was fighting." Voldemort said. Ron froze. "He was the green flame?" Ron said out loud.

"The flames have color?" Malfoy mused from beside Ron. Ron nodded. "Yes. Yours is green as well, but a darker green, brighter but darker." Ron said.

"What about mine?" Voldemort asked. Before Ron could answer Peter spoke up. "Master. Maybe we should leave before anyone shows up to investigate." Peter said.

Voldemort's flames brightened considerably with anger. "I see five or six weak flames coming up from the right." Ron said as he pointed. The flames were all white. Muggles? Ron doesn't think that they had magic, the flames were different, smaller. They looked to be the size of a golden snitch.

"Muggles. We need to leave. We can't give them proof that you are alive my lord." Malfoy said. "They won't believe Potter. But if they find dead muggles here, they will know for sure that you are back." He said.

Voldemort's flame brightened again. Before Ron felt a hand on his shoulder. "Let's go." Voldemort told his followers. Ron felt as they apperated away, leaving an empty graveyard for the muggles to find.


Ron was dropped onto a bed, his bed. Voldemort and Malfoy were the only two in the room with him.

"So what color is my flame?" Voldemort asked, it sounded like he pulled up a chair.

"Black." Ron told him. Voldemort slapped him. His cheek was stinging.

"Your flames are black, master." Ron ground out. "Better." Voldemort said with a sneer in his voice.

"You would be useful if only I could see you." Voldemort said. "Your hair is too bright." He told him.

Before Voldemort could say anymore Malfoy stood up fast. "He's gone." Malfoy said.

Voldemort's flames grew in anger. "He is right there." Voldemort said.

"I cannot see him." Malfoy said. He walked closer and felt for him. Voldemort's flame dulled slightly in astonishment. "Your hand just went through him." Voldemort said. "Make it so Malfoy can see you." Voldemort told Ron. Malfoy jumped back when Ron appeared.

"Amazing. What else can he do?"


Meh. Hope you enjoyed it. Read/Review!

Mars