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Chapter 2

When Hermione came to herself, she saw nothing. She blinked a few times. Schemes were formed like spider webs in front of her eyes. She breathed in the moist air. It smelled musty and let her cough.

"Ron?", she asked into the silence. Water dripped near her. Hermione didn't hope for an answer. Maybe Ron and Harry were already fled.

»But Ron would never run away without taking me!«, she tried to cheer up herself.

"Mine!" A voice left, or maybe in front, of her piped up. Hermione's heart leaped. Ron was still alive! He had not left her alone! She wanted to run to him, but strong ropes cut into her wrist. Powerless she fell back.

"Ron! Where is Harry?", she asked anxiously, to hear Harry's voice in hope. If Ron was there, then Harry had to be there too.

"The Dark Lord takes care about him, just in this minute", said a rough voice to her right, close to her ear. Hermione jumped to the side and screamed. Light flickered on because the torch beside her lighted up. She stared into the black eyes of Bellatrix Lestrange. Left, on the opposite wall, was Ron.

"Mine! Don't touch her, you lunatic beast!" Ron pushed against his bonds. It was no use, but Hermione loved him for that. He would start any, every daring action to save her.

"I decide that", Bellatrix said coldly. Her eyes were on Hermione and she grinned again. Then she went over the cuts on the younger witches arm. Hermione gasped as some crusts tore and blood flowed again.

"Stop bothering Hermione!", Ron screamed again.

»Ron, please! Don't say anything, please! Don't make it worse!«, prayed Hermione quietly. Yes, she loved him for saying this, but sometimes he's talking way too much. God ignored her prayer. Bellatrix slowly turned to Ron. He gulped and realized what he had said.

"Say that again. Say it!", shouted Bellatrix. Angrily, she raised her wand. Ron was silent, the beads of sweat on his forehead were clearly visible.

"Crucio!", the black witch yelled. Ron shouted with pain. His body squirmed. Chains fettered him to the wall. Hermione cried.

"Stop it! Stop!", shouted Hermione, who wasn't able to take Ron's screams of pain. Bellatrix let him go. He was breathing shallow. With a swing of her cloak Lestrange went back to Hermione. Her teeth bared. She came closer to her face, when suddenly voices were heard about them.

A shout. All three looked up at the ceiling of the basement vault. The voice sounded suspiciously like Harry.

A dull bounce. A little later, hurried footsteps were heard on the stone steps to the basement.

»Do not let it be what I suspect, please! Let Harry have won. He certainly comes right down to free us from Bellatrix.« But it wasn't Harry, who hurried down the steps. God was in a bad mood today. A small, slender man appeared at the entrance of the dungeon.

"It is finished, Bellatrix. The boy is dead! "

"That's just not possible!", exclaimed Hermione. Sobbing, she stared at the Death Eater who had brought them the message. Her piercing look was full of hate, as if he had the sole blame for the death of her best friend.

"Shut up, Mudblood! Will you help me, Rabastan, to bring the two remaining ones of the Golden Trio to our Lord? Please take the boy over there." Bellatrix Lestrange pointed at Ron as if he were an annoying cockroach.

She raised the wand at Hermione's arms. "Diffindo."

The shackles fell to the ground and her arms dropped powerless down. How she could keep on her feet was a mystery at the moment. The evil witch pulled her forward. Her wrists were certainly sore. Bellatrix had pressed them on the floor and then the shackles rubbed at her skin - and now it was Bellatrix part again. Behind her, Ron swore and resisted the Death Eater.

"Listen! ... Damn ... Silencio!" The familiar voice behind Hermione trailed off. They were taken to a room. Bellatrix and the Death Eater, called Rabastan, pushed them forward. The first thing Hermione perceived in this room, was a huge blood stain on the wall opposite. She felt terribly sick and her eyes welled up with tears. If she was crying all day, she could also do now. Hermione had never been so whiny. She noticed Voldemort, who slowly cleaned a knife in a corner of the room. He looked pleased, just as if Christmas would be.

"Look: Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. The remain of the Golden Trio, as we may call it so beautiful." He laughed. The conversational tone did not seem to fit in the situation. He gave a little wink and Rabastan tugged Ron on the bloody wall.

"Ron! No!" Behind Hermione was a laughter that could only be by Bellatrix. It disgusted her. Voldemort had a ferocious grin on his face. That might not bode well. "No worry. You're next Mudblood", he said to her and turned to Ron. "Well, I have to admit, these Muggles have a lot of fun when they kill. They do not say two words and the other is dead, you can let your victim die slower. You can see the light glowing weaker and weaker until it's over. You can hear them screaming when they don't look in your eyes anymore but in those of their coming death", Voldemort philosophized. Then he pushed the knife in Ron's chest without any warning.

Ron gasped, not able to let a sound passing his lips. Voldemort pulled the knife out and Ron rushed. Coughing, he had his eyes wide open. Blood flowed on the floor. The Weasley boy looked at it in disbelief. Then he turned his head to his girlfriend which stood there like an ice sculpture.

"Mine... I ...love ...you", he whispered. He collapsed and Hermione knew that those words were Ron Weasleys last. She looked at Voldemort, full of hate. The evil wizard looked at the corpse as if he wanted to burn the sight, to never forget the moment of his victory.

"Rabastan bring that away from here," he said snidely.

"Yes, Mylord. Wingardium Leviosa!" Ron's corpse floated before the Death Eater. His arm hovers closely to hers, as if he wanted to touch her one last time. Rabastan gave her a nasty grin and then he disappeared around the corner. Ron left a red trail of blood. Almost as if he wanted to show her the way to him.

"Now to you, Miss Granger. What a pity, that you're not a pureblood", he seemed to feel genuine regret. But this man, this creature could not feel anything. He was being condemned numb. A beast. "You were certainly a valuable addition to our ranks. Just as our Bellatrix." Hermione seemed to feel how Bellatrix blushed as she had been praised. Disgust rose in her. "But unfortunately I'll have to kill you now, Granger." A twisted smile appeared in his snaky face. He could not laugh. Only an exhilarating feeling to have power over defenseless victims could capture him.

"The End of the Golden Trio." He raised the knife, ready to stab out.