*Author's Note* This is a sequel to my other story Kidnapped. I don't think you'll need to read it first to read this one because this will explain things that went on in Kidnapped, but it might not be a bad idea. This story is rated PG-13 for mild sexual situations. I thought about making it a PG rated story, but I don't know if that's a suitable rating. There's nothing instensly graphic in this story, though. This is my first story in which I tried to write as first person. I hope I did okay.
*The Obligatory Disclaimer* I don't own anything Harry Potter. I wish I owned Ron, that way I can honestly say "Ron's all mine! He's mine! And you can't have him!" but alas, I don't so I can't. JKR owns him as well as everything else Harry Potter, not me.
Chapter 1----Nightmares
They were advancing towards me. Coming at me with malicious smirks on their ugly faces. I try to get free as one of the men holds my arms down, pinning them painfully to the mattress while the other takes off all his clothes and proceeds to rape me. I was screaming, crying myself hoarse. Too much pain, too much blood.'Please, please stop!', I cry but he doesn't. I can't breathe. When he finally finishes, I get a second round, this time done by the guy who was pinning my arms down. 'No!'
"NO!" I sat up straight in bed. Sweat pouring down my face, my breathing uneven.
"Ron? Are you okay?"
I look over at my best mate, Harry Potter, who was sitting in his bed, looking over me with concern in his eyes. A nightmare, it was just another nightmare. I was in my nice, soft bed at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I notice Harry wasn't the only person I woke up. Neville Longbottom was sitting in his bed, looking at me, too, with concern in his eyes. Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan were still sleeping soundly.
I nod my head, but didn't go back to sleep. "I'm fine, Harry", I tell him, but got out of bed, grabbed my crutch from under my bed, and slowly made my way down to the Gryffindor Common Room, still shaking. The memories of that terrible week still haunt me. 'God damn, Ron', I thought to myself. That happened over two months ago. 'Get over it already'. I had spent a week in a dark, dirty basement being raped and tortured by two Muggle Americans when I went there on vacation with Hermione and Harry. Then after I got rescued, I spent another two weeks in a Muggle hosptial. I got back home a week before school started. Mum didn't want me to go. She said I needed my rest. But I insisted on going. I've already been through hell and back, I didn't need to fall behind and repeat another year on top of that. I got kidnapped by those Muggles because I was walking around after dark in a large Muggle city that I was unfamiliar with. I went to the store to buy some whipped cream so I could have some raunchy sex with my girlfriend Hermione Granger. It would have been my first time and her first time and I wanted to make it as special as possible. Uh, yeah, on my list, whipped cream is special. But because I had to be an airheaded git, I got kidnapped, and instead of losing my virginity to the girl I love, I got it taken away from me brutally by two pricks.
Those nightmares weren't the only thing as a constant reminder of that week. My legs, both of them, which had been sliced open from the knee to the foot hadn't completely healed. The doctors at the Muggle hospital had given me physical therapy to help me walk again, but I can't. Not on my own. I need a crutch. I hope I can walk on my own again sometime soon. I hate this damn thing. I hate being crippled because of stupid assholes who don't have anything better to do than destroy someone's life.
I sat down unsteadily on the couch in front of the fireplace. Tears began to fall from my eyes. I have actually improved on the crying issue. I used to cry every day. Now it only seems to come after I have a nightmare, which is usually once a week. I felt someone sit down on the couch next to me. "Ron?" Harry.
I wiped my eyes on the sleeve of my pajama top. Mum would scold me for doing that. But well, she's not here now and I don't have a tissue handy. "I'm okay, Harry" I told him. But the tears continued to fall. "Why me, Harry? Why did this have to happen to me?"
"I don't know, Ron" Harry told me softly. "But it's over. Your safe now. I promise you'll feel better. Those nightmares will go away"
"They seem so real, Harry" I told him. "Like I'm still there. Like it's still happening to me. I'm shaking. I can't stop shaking" I start to sob hard. Harry puts his arm around me and I lean back, crying on his shoulder.
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I never did go back to sleep that morning, but that was okay. It was almost time to rise anyway. I grabbed my crutch and hobbled unsteadily back up the stairs to get dressed for the day. It's not easy to get dressed when you can barely move your legs, well, when putting on your trousers, socks and shoes anyway. I wished it was the weekend, so I wouldn't have to go to classes, and face Draco Malfoy's humiliating taunts. Normally, I wouldn't care what Malfoy would say to me, and I'd think of some witty comeback for him, but since I've been back at school, and as soon as he found about what happened to me, he kept issuing these lame, but hurtful remarks. Hurtful because I'm still in depression over what had happened to me, and his taunts aren't helping any.
Harry and Hermione were waiting for me as I hobbled back down the stairs. About halfway through, I called down, "You guys go on without me. It'll be lunchtime by the time I get down there". I was half joking, half serious. A small smile appeared on Hermione's face as she walked up the stairs to where I was and took my free arm in hers. "Here, let me help you" and she walked me down the stairs, keeping me steady. Normally, I would snap "Hey, I can do it myself!", but this is Hermione. I know she just wanted to help, and I just loved having her with me.
As we walked down the last step, I smiled at her. "Thanks"
"Anytime" she said quietly, and gave me a soft kiss on the lips. Harry, Hermione and I together walked to the Great Hall for breakfast. I was ready to face whatever insults Malfoy had for me and any other obstacles I have to face every day. I had all the strength I need with me and my strength was walking on either side of me.
*Author's Note*. What did you think? Any comments? Suggestions? Constructive criticism is fine, but no flaming. And no slash is intended when Ron cries on Harry's shoulder. Girls can cry on their best friend's shoulders, why can't guys, right? ;) .