Hello this is the last entry I made for the contest I don't think you would like to read it is bad.

Edit:8/2/13

Edit: 12-11-13

Hi this has now been Betaed. By DREAMSandLOVE and Loony-1995. Thank You!

POV THIRD PERSON

Ron was sitting by the lake, deep in thought, when he heard footsteps.

He didn't think much of them so he continued to stare.

That was the last thing he saw as something smashed into the back of his head, knocking him out cold.

POV RON

I woke up in pain. My wrists were being held in place above my head by something cold.

I couldn't hear anything at first, then I heard a door open and footsteps, then voices.

"What makes you think that he will help me with my cause?" A raspy voice said as they made their way toward me.

"He is easily manipulated, of course, he is a Weasley." A second voice sneered when he said my last name.

It sounded like one pair of footsteps stopped then both did,

"Why do you say that?" The first voice questioned.

"Well, he would do anything to protect his friends. Correct?" The second voice said then after a second or two he continued, "If we threaten his siblings or parents then he would do as you say." He inquired.

My heart sank; it was true, I would do anything to protect my friends and family.

The footsteps continued and the door into whichever room I'm in opened.

"It seems you are awake." I would have screamed if I could, it was Voldemort himself. He was the second voice that I heard. Why did he need me? "And it seems you heard our conversation." He said with a smirk. How did he know?

"So will you do as I say?" he asked. I was confused as to what they wanted but all I did was look at him defiantly, a glare on my face and my nails digging in my hands, drawing blood. "Answer Me!" Voldemort yelled as he raised his wand. I kept on glaring at him.

"Crucio!" Voldemort yelled out. I screamed at the top of my lungs. It felt like my blood was on fire and my skin was frozen to the point of shattering with the slightest touch.

As I screamed someone had entered the room. "My lord you asked for me." I was in too much pain to make out the voice. I was surprised I could make out the words.

"Yes Snape. I did." He said as he stopped the curse. My body hung limply in my restraints. I could finally breathe. But when I did I heard this:

"I would like you to make an ampliaverit dolor potion for me." Voldemort said.

I did a quick translation in my head and came to the conclusion that he wanted an amplified pain potion! I was so into my thoughts I didn't hear the door close. But I did hear Voldemort say "Now where were we? Oh, yes." Oh no. "Crucio" he said calmly. I screamed as the pain returned.

2 hours later still in Ron's PoV

I had stopped screaming but the pain was still there I think Voldemort had become tired. He had three guys come in with whips and knives; they first removed my shirt and then they were burning something into my back. After that they just continued the curse throwing.

After what felt like days the door opened and someone walked in. The curses stopped as the person walked up to me. His face was pale and he looked sorry for some reason. He forced my mouth open and shoved a potion bottle in, draining its contents down my throat.

I coughed trying to get rid of the nasty taste before my stomach lurched and my throat burned. Then the big guys grabbed a knife each and one grabbed the whip. The guy that gave me the potion left the room and Voldemort sat in a chair to watch as the men advanced on me.

I screamed again as a knife was plunged into my arm or that's what it felt like when I looked up the knife had only cut a shallow line into my skin, just enough to bleed and scar. Then the man continued to carve into my skin BLOOD TRAITOR was written on my arm, blood was dripping onto the floor below my extended form.

The men then backed away from me and the third, that I couldn't see, snickered as a pain I had never could have imagined tore through my back. Once, twice, three times and it continued to do so over and over again.

The blood was now pouring off me and into the growing puddle underneath me. The whipping stopped and the men came back I could feel the knives carving into my skin carving words that would label me a traitor of some kind.

A particularly deep gash was made over my stomach and I could feel the blood as it collected in my belly button and then dripped out slowly down into the waist of my pants. Then without warning the men tore through my slacks and ripped them off my tortured body.

"He isn't half bad." One of the men stated, I heard Voldemort chuckle "Use him for all I care, just wait for me to leave." He said as he got up from his chair and left the room.

My blood ran cold as I saw the looks on my torturers' faces. They lifted me high enough to get the chains off my wrists then they laid me down on the cold, damp and hard ground. I couldn't move. My body hurt too much.

They finished cutting off my clothes and cut into my legs phrases such as slut, whore, bitch and the like. I could feel the tears that I had been holding flow down my face as my legs were pulled apart and a knife was inserted into my entrance.

The knife was plunged in and out of me. The man holding the knife removed it and put his cock into me. I screamed again as he tore through me over and over again then I heard a shuffling sound from somewhere above my head and the next thing I knew someone was shoving their dick into my mouth and thrusting down my throat. I gagged and then the last man got his wand out and pointed it at me.

"Crucio" he said as his friends continued despite the pain I was in, actually it felt like they got harder as my body convulsed around them. I passed out after a couple of minutes.

Draco PoV

I was worried. I hadn't seen my boyfriend in a couple of days. Ron was supposed to meet me here last night but he didn't make it and I ended up falling asleep. Potter and Granger had found me asleep this morning in the astronomy tower I don't know what they were doing here but they were and they did.

"Malfoy, have you seen Ron at all?" Granger asked me, a desperate sound in her voice "No. he was supposed to meet me here last night but he didn't make it." Potter looked at me suspiciously. 'Why make that face Potter? We had prefects duty last night.' I thought to myself.

"Why would he meet you here after hours?" He asked me. I couldn't help but blush a bit. I covered it up by saying "We had prefects duty, Potter." I hope that covered it but the look of repulsion on Potters face was noticeable. What surprised me was the accepting look, albeit a bit resigned, on his and Granger's face.

"Can you help us look?" Granger was cut off by a scream coming from the lake. We took off in that direction and in a few minutes made it to the lake. There was a crowd already formed of students and teachers alike. Granger had stopped to ask what happened but Potter and I kept running to the source. I had a bad feeling about it.

We stopped at the front. And what I saw there made me lean over and vomit. I wasn't the only one Potter did the same and Professor McGonagall was trying to block the children's view, some other teachers were trying to do the same.

Ronald Weasley's mangled body was lying naked covered only by a thin blanket, next to the lake. The blanket did nothing to hide the blood covering him. Madam Pomfrey was working on his more life threatening cuts.

He was breathing, so that was good, but when Madam Pomfrey moved everyone saw a cut on his face that went from his forehead and down his cheek to his chin, it was bloody and it looked like a design was cut onto his face.

I looked closer at his face and mentally clean the blood off his face.

The Dark Mark!

He had the dark mark carved into his face!

Um well this is the updated version. I really don't know when/if I will continue this story. I have two pictures up for it on deviant art if you want to see them, I'll try to put a link up on my profile.

Mars