Authors note-Okay so here is the next chapter thanks for the reviews those help a lot, please be patient and this story has a dark tone to it. This chapter starts right after the battle of ministry.
trigger warning- torture scene
Disclaime- I do not own harry potter they belong to J.K rowling
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Chapter 2- His Life
Ron's POV-
I open my eyes blinking as I adjust to the surroundings waiting for the light to come but it never does, I try to sit up but my whole body hurts I sit straight sliding slightly as I touch a wall, as I hear metal rattling I know I'm cuffed "Bloody hell, that sod got me good" I say to myself, I don't remember much of anything, I don't know how much time has passed, I don't know why I'm not dead.
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Flashback: Ministry of Magic
Ron got attacked by the brains stumbling to get to his feet he heard Hermione scream, 'No' he thought I have to get to her, scrambling to his feet he removed the brains forcefully from his arms leaving spiralling marks there.
He got in through a door, there were planets everywhere he knew he was in the space room, he couldn't concentrate on anything, suddenly he was surrounded by five death eaters, Augustus Rookwood was snarling at him something he couldn't understand, there was ringing in his years he couldn't hear anything.
He was yanked by his robes and
Rookwood was asking him something "Do you know the prophecy Weasley?, Tell me" Rookwood snarled in his face
" I'm not telling you a fucking thing" Ron said,
Rookwood jabbed his wand at Ron's throat "Weasley I'm asking you calmly, the others won't be so understanding" Rookwood said,
Ron spat in his face "Sod off"
Rookwood was getting furious, he was about to say something when Ron heard someone cast a fiendfyre and everything blacked out.
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And now here he was in a dark room which looked like a cellar, his arm was hurting like hell and he couldn't see a fucking thing, the dark room made him think about the dark times he knew were coming, 'Did Harry make it out' he thought, he hoped so, he hoped Hermione and Harry and his sister were all okay, he thought of Hermione does she even know I'm alive, 'don't think about that' Ron scolded himself, he knew he had to get out of here and soon, maybe just maybe someone is looking for him.
The door cracked open with a creaking noise and Ron cowered from the light that entered the room, someone entered the room.
"Remember me, Weasel?" The person said loudly.
Ron winced at the voice his head was hurting, he didn't answer but tried to look up at the person, it was Antonin Dolohov.
"Still not ready to talk I see, Rookwood was soft on you don't expect that from me" Dolohov said putting a small dagger on a table, he waved his wand and conjured a chair. Ron looked at the chair understanding what was to happen next.
The death eater grabbed Ron roughly banishing his cuffs and sitting him roughly on the chair, for the first time Ron noticed that he was wearing nothing, as the coldness of chair touched his naked body Ron groaned from the pain that shot through his arms.
"That's nothing compared to what's gonna happen to you kid" Dolohov sneered as he waved his wand to tie Ron to the chair.
"You think you can break me" Ron scoffed with a manic laugh surprising himself, 'huh, where did that come from' Ron thought.
"don't you think that's a bit over confident for a sixteen year old" Dolohov said
"I'll die before I tell you anything" Ron said defiantly
"We'll see kid, we'll see" Dolohov said as he took the dagger and put it on Ron's arm were the spiralling brain scars were.
"So, tell me kid what's this prophecy" Dolohov said calmly
"Honestly, I don't know anything about the prophecy it broke before we could hear it" Ron said smirking
Dolohov punched Ron square across the face, "Ah, that wiped the smirk right of your face didn't it" Dolohov said smiling
Ron spat out the blood forming in his mouth glaring at the death eater
"lets try it again kid, tell me about the prophecy" Dolohov said pushing the dagger into the brain scars
Ron winced at the pain in his arm but shook his head 'Bugger,I really don't know what the prophecy is' Ron thought.
Dolohov cut right through his arm a long gash with blood spilling out
"Sod off, I don't fucking know anything about the prophecy" Ron said
"Oh it's going to be real fun breaking you boy" Dolohov said as he grabbed Ron's left forearm and started writing there with the dagger
The pain was agonizing Ron was screaming and fidgeting in his chair as the words appeared on his arm.
Ron looked down at his left arm there was blood spilling out but he could make out the word 'Blood-traitor' written there, Ron felt his blood boiled at the thought of him being marked for life.
"Come on kid don't make me use Crucio on you, there's no fun in that" Dolohov said slapping Ron across the face little taps like he was some filthy anima
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"You sick fuck, I told you I don't know any--.." Ron said but was cut off by agonizing pain as Dolohov said "Crucio"
Ron screamed and withered in pain he didn't know what to do he felt like he was being skinned alive
"Come on, tell me what you know" Dolohov asked once again
"I don't know" Ron screamed through the pain begging it to stop
Dolohov grabbed at his arm groaning as he felt his dark mark burn
"Okay, kid that's enough for today but I'll be back, I will come back till you break" Dolohov said and with a last mutter of spells Ron found himself on the damp ground cuffed and naked he lost consciousness after a few moments.
Ron subconscious was working rapid fire 'why is the prophecy so important' Ron thought, he didn't fucking know why it was so important hadn't even heard it had he, the pain was so agonizing Ron thought of giving up simply embracing death, but he couldn't do that.
He had to fight he had to live through this war, he knew he was no hero, he wasn't fighting for everyone in the sodding wizarding world, was it selfish, yeah it was, did he care?, No he didn't.
He was fighting this war to save the ones he loved most to give them a chance to live, he was fighting it for Harry who had to put up with this shit since he was born, he was fighting for his family, and most of all he was fighting for Hermione, he wanted her to live and achieve all that she could, even if he didn't have a chance in hell with her to tell her that how much he loved her, he would do it he would die for her if it meant she could live happily, did it really matter if she chose someone else and not him, it would hurt like hell but no it didn't matter if it meant she was happy.
'I'm no hero, but I sure ain't a coward' he thought. As he finally drifted off to sleep.
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