I sat on the cold dungeon floor waiting for him to come. I knew he would. He came every day, I think.
Everyday he came and asked me the same question and every day I said no. And every day he placed me under the cruciatus curse laughing as my screams filled the dungeon.
I wasn't surprised when I heard footsteps coming towards my cell. It was so dark I couldn't see him come in but I knew he had. "Tell me where Potter is," he drawled, and as usual I answered with a weak no.
I heard him yell crucio and I fell in pain. No tears came. I was dying inside. I was dented by pain so much that I could no longer let the tears fall from my eyes.
When he felt I had had enough he left. I still lay on the cold stone floor burning in pain until sleep claimed me.
Months went by. All the days exactly the same, But one day he didn't come. I must have sat in the same place for months waiting for something to happen. My magic seemed to be the only thing keeping me alive on that cold dungeon floor.
One day I heard footsteps and voices. I thought it was just me until some one shone a light on me. "Who are you?" the person asked. I struggled to remember "Weasley" I answered before my world went black.
-X-
When I woke up I saw bright lights. I heard people walking around me and speaking softly. I soon became observant of my surroundings. I'm pretty sure I was in a hospital. One of the healers seemed to have noticed I was awake. She brought a tray of food over to me. Not having eaten in months I dug in savoring every bite.
-X-
The healers came in every day they helped me remember my past. They gave me things to do that just barely kept me sane. I hardly spoke to them at all but one day while a healer was bringing me lunch I whispered quietly "where's Harry".
That day I learned that Harry had killed Voldomort but he had died while doing so. I learned that all my family had died in the war. The days after that were the worst. I had no one or so I thought. One day a girl with bushy brown hair came into my room. She had caramel eyes and a tear stained face. "Hermione" I said quietly. "Ginny" she said hoarsely. She walked over to me and started talking to me she told me all about what happened while I was gone, and as she spoke I know she learned some thing about me without me even speaking. My spirit had gone, when she was done she looked into my eyes and whispered "Mine's gone too Ginny." and she waved good bye as she walked out of the room. Hermione visited me every day and every day we spoke less and less. One day she came in and did not speak and when we couldn't stay any longer we fell.
-X-
My eyes fluttered open. I sat up and looked around I saw my family and friends who had all died. Then I caught some ones eyes, they were emerald green. "Harry!" I yelled and then I ran and jumped into his arms. "This is heaven?" I asked. I heard him answer, "This is heaven."
The End