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All of the things that people say are straight from Deathly Hallows, I just changed the point of view from Harry to Ron, so we can see what Ron is thinking! Enjoy.
Ron couldn't believe it. He, Harry, and Hermione had been found by the Snatchers. After evading capture for months, Harry had slipped and said Voldemort's name. At once, the protective charms set up by Hermione were broken.
Many feeble excuses later, he was being dragged by one of the Snatchers through the suffocating darkness, his mouth still bleeding from where Scabior had punched him. The sensation lifted as quickly as it had begun, and Ron, along with the other four captives, was being forcefully led up a long drive that ended in a large iron gate: the Malfoy manor.
The Snatcher that had Apparated with Ron let go of him and strode up to the gate. Ron licked his lips; it seemed the bleeding had slowed. He turned to look at Hermione on Harry's right. Her face was shockingly white, yet determined. It was one of the many things Ron loved about her; how she could show bravery, even in the most dangerous of times.
"How do we get in?" the Snatcher called. "They're locked, Greyback, I can't─blimey!"
Ron looked to see what had happened. The gate had transformed itself into a frightening face which spoke in a commanding tone: "State your purpose!"
"We've got Potter!" Greyback roared triumphantly. "We've captured Harry Potter!"
At these words, the gate swung open, as though eager to see if what Greyback claimed was true. The Snatcher gripped Ron's arm again and steered him up the drive towards the front door.
Ron looked to his left and had to stop himself from laughing out loud. An albino peacock?, he thought. He caught Hermione's eye and grinned, for she had also seen the peacock. They shared a look for a few moments. He mouthed at Hermione, "It'll be okay." She replied soundlessly, "I hope so."
All of a sudden, they stopped. Ron realized they were at the front door. It opened, and he saw a thin, blonde woman standing in the doorway. Narcissa Malfoy.
"What is this?" she said in a cold voice, so much like her son's, but higher.
"We're here to see He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named!" rasped Greyback. "We've caught Harry Potter!"
Greyback seized the swollen-faced Harry as Scabior said, "I know 'e's swollen, ma'am, but it's 'im! If you look closer, you'll see 'is scar. And this 'ere, see the girl? The Mudblood" ─Ron felt his anger rising─ "who's been traveling around with 'im, ma'am. There's not doubt it's 'im, and we've got 'is wand as well! 'Ere, ma'am─"
Scabior gave the blackthorn wand to a highly skeptical Narcissa.
"Bring them in," she said.
Ron and the others were shoved up the front steps into a large and ornate hallway. Narcissa led the way, saying as she went, "My son, Draco, is home for his Easter holidays. If this is Harry Potter, he will know."
That's it, Ron thought as they were pulled into a cavernous drawing room, the ornamental chandelier hanging from the ceiling as gaudy as the peacock in the front lawn. That slimy git Malfoy's going to dime us out.
"They say they've got Potter." Narcissa said to the room at large. "Draco, come here," she added to her son, who was sitting in front of the fireplace across the room.
Once Draco had come to stand next to his mother, Greyback said, "Well, boy?"
"I can't─I can't be sure," said Draco.
Stunned at Malfoy's answer, Ron's jaw dropped. He can't be serious?, he thought. He's always jumped at the chance to screw us over, why stop now? Not that I'm not grateful…
Ron was vaguely aware of voices arguing around him, but his attention had shifted to Hermione once again. His mind backtracked to when he first met Hermione six years previously. She had told him he had dirt on his nose, and he had thought how bossy and annoying she was. He laughed mentally at his eleven-year-old self. If I had known then that I would be in love with─
"─the Mudblood then?"
Greyback's voice and the shifting of the group so that Hermione was most prominent brought Ron back to the present. His anger rose again, wanting a go at Greyback for calling Hermione that name twice.
"Wait," said Narcissa, "Yes─yes, she was in Madam Malkin's with Potter! I saw her picture in the Prophet! Look, Draco, isn't this the Granger girl?"
Soon to be my girl, if everything goes right, Ron found himself involuntarily thinking as Draco said, "I…maybe…yeah."
Before Ron could even process what Draco had said, Lucius came over to where Ron was tied and said eagerly, "But then, that's the Weasley boy! It's them, Potter's friends─Draco, look at him, isn't it Arthur Weasley's son, what's his name─?
"Yeah," Draco said, his back to Ron and the others. "It could be."
"What is this?" a sharp voice asked. "What's happened, Cissy?"
The drawing room door opened, and Bellatrix Lestrange strode to where the prisoners were tied. She eyed them carefully.
"But surely," she said quietly, "this is the Mudblood girl" ─I swear, Ron thought, if one more of them calls her that─ "This is Granger?"
Ron turned to look at Hermione, who was shaking slightly. She seemed to know, as he did, that even with Draco's reluctance to identify them properly, there was no way out of the situation if Bellatrix recognized even one of them.
"Yes, yes, it's Granger!" cried Lucius, "And beside her, we think, Potter!"
"Potter?" shrieked Bellatrix, now examining Harry. "Well, then, the Dark Lord must be called!"
This is it, Ron thought a second time, though he believed it more now. He looked around at his best friend, whose face looked pained. His scar, he thought. Hermione turned around and looked at Ron for the first time since they entered the manor. She looked more frightened than he had ever seen her. Maybe Ron was imagining things, but the longer Hermione looked at him, the calmer her face seemed to become. For a few glorious moments, Ron gazed into Hermione's chocolate brown eyes, willing himself to drown in them, drown in them with her, with nothing to worry about: no Voldemort, no Horcruxes, just him and Hermione, together forever. If we ever make it out of this alive, he thought, I've got to tell her I love her.
All of a sudden, Bellatrix screamed, "STOP!" and he and Hermione broke their gaze.
"Do not touch it!" She was yelling at Lucius, who was about to press his pale, slender finger to the Dark Mark burned on the inside of his left arm. "We shall all perish if the Dark Lord comes now!"
So, he's not coming now, Ron thought, the weight pressing around his chest lifting slightly. We've got a better chance of surviving if You-Know-Who doesn't show up. He found himself thinking of a way to escape from the manor alive; of himself being the hero; of a beaming Hermione running at him, and instead of punching him, kissing him, loving him…
Ron was shaken from his daydream by the sound of Bellatrix stunning three of the Snatchers almost simultaneously, and then bearing down upon the Greyback, the sword of Gryffindor clutched in her hands.
"Where did you find this sword?" she hissed. "Snape sent it to my vault in Gringotts!"
"It was in their tent," rasped Greyback. "Release me, I say!"
Bellatrix did release him, and then ordered Draco to take the unconscious Snatchers out into the courtyard. She then turned to face the prisoners.
"If this is indeed Potter, he must not be harmed. The Dark Lord wishes to dispose of Potter himself," she muttered. "But if he finds out…I must…I must know."
Bellatrix turned to her sister and said, "These prisoners must be placed in the cellar, while I think about what to do."
Narcissa hesitated for a moment, then addressed the werewolf.
"Take them down to the cellar, Greyback."
"Wait," said Bellatrix sharply, "All except…except for the Mudblood."
Ron's heart jumped into his throat.
So, obviously, if you've read DH, then you know what happens next, but tell me if you want me to continue!