Hermione POV
Sweat began to run down my face as my forearm burn with pain. Looking down at my burning arm was Voldemort symbol. Voldemort snapped me out of my thoughts with his cold touch. "You poor child. Gave me your free will in order to save your precise friends how touching." To prove you are mine I want you to kill Ron," Voldemort said with a evil smile. "No!" I screamed then everything went black.