It was so dark, so cold. He opened his eyes and for the first time saw where he was. The poorly lit cell was dripping in icy water and blood. He knew instantly that he wasn't in a good place. The smell of rotted flesh and urine told him so much. Ron was in trouble. All he could remember was that triumphant moment when the statue landed safely into his brothers hands, and the pain. Oh he still feel it. It ran up his whole body. Tearing, and gnawing at him. He could also remember that cry, that terrible cry. He imagined it was one of his brothers. Trying to save their baby brother. But, they didn't need to. Because he had saved them. He had done everything in his power to keep them safe, and He prayed that they were. Ron carefully pushed himself into a sitting post ion. His back was damp from laying on the wet floor. He was trapped somewhere. He had clue how he had arrived in such a sad and dark place. Was it hell? A laugh echoed from outside the cool steal bars that held him. Cautiously Ron dragged his aching body towards the sound. When he saw it he froze, a torch lit the face of a man behind another pair of bars. The man was laughing causing the bones of his cheeks to show under stretched and worn skin. The mans eyes drifted to meet Rons, they were black, bottomless eyes. So dull, so empty. The man stopped laughing.
"Your a rare looking one." The man said his voice was cracked and hoarse. Ron was suprised. He forced a breath out to calm the nerves inside of him.
"What do you mean" He asked laying his hand on one of the bars. The man grinned, Letting his long dirty hair fall into his face.
"We usually get ones with less meat on them." The man stood up and leaned against the wall making sure to keep eye contact with Ron. " You must be new." He said. Ron nodded softly. "What'd you do to get shoved down here" Ron shook his head. Words didn't seem to want to come to him.They waited in silence for a few second. The man seemed to be studying Ron. Who let his head drop a little, it made him nervous to be under so much attention. "You look familiar." He took a step closer to the bars gazing intently at Ron. Then almost like he had won a prize he smiled.
"Do you happen to be related to a William Weasley" Ron's head snapped up.
"Yes." He said in sup rise. The man slapped his thigh. Nodding and smiling.
"I thought so. You'd be one of his brothers I'd think" Ron nodded happily. This man knew his brother. "Which one" The man asked eagerly. He seemed to be on the same mind wave as Ron, he was a link to something he used to know.
"Ron...I'm Ron." It seemed to shock the man.
"Your the youngest." He said simply taking a step back. "How old are you" He asked his brows creasing.
"Seventeen." The man shook his head almost sadly.
"Your far to young to be here. Your still a baby." He said seeming to recoil, he let himself slid down the wall. Ron knew he was thinking and he should have let him be, but curiosity got the better of him.
"How do you know Bill" He asked calmly. The man looked up with a sad glint in his black eyes.
"I was his best friend all through school. I'm Duncan, Duncan...Derly."
Hey! Thank you so much if you have reviewed! It means a lot to me. So I decided I would like to see if this story goes anywhere. So please tell me what you think. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. It was short...but it was longer than the last one. -P Hehe...thanks again...