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"….please….no…!" her voice was pleading, and sobs escaped between each breath. But Voldemort was unmerciful, and laughed merrily, pulling up his wand. She screamed once more, her eyes round and terrified; Harry's body was there, but lifeless, pale, and in no right to save her. With a cry of pleasure, and a scream that echoed through the room, Hermione's head rolled by her side, unmoving with eyes that no longer see-

Ron gasped, his eyes shooting open and his breathing hard. Light was shining in throughout the room, a brightness that meant his nap had maintained, surprisingly, to noon. He tried to clear his head, to get the image of Harry and Hermione in captivity out…

He turned his head to the door,where he finally noticed Bill stood. He was staring at Ron, stock still, worried, and Ron grimaced. He knew Bill was suspicious and concerned, but he still would not give in….

"Hey" he croaked. Bill didn't bother to reply, just simply walked over to open the curtains. Ron sat up, squinting, as Bill took a seat next to Ron.

"Spit it out" he said simply, and Ron sighed.

"Just a nightmare-"

"No, Ron. It's more than that," He demanded, his voice cutting through Ron's own.

Ron's breathing was hard as he considered his brother. Could he trust him? Could he-?

Heck, even he knew it was not about trust. It was about his pride and shame. He knew he couldn't handle telling him what really happened; Harry and Hermione were probably off laughing about his cowardice-

"Bill.." he tried, staring at the floor and feeling as if someone had stuck ice through his heart "Have you ever done something- something your ashamed of?"

Bill looked at him sideways, and shook his head. "Who hasn't?"

Ron took a deep breath, meeting his eyes. "No- like beyond horrible.." his face screwed up and he looked down again, staring at the white carpet. When no one spoke, Ron knew that Bill was waiting for more. "I left them" he said softly, his face paling. "We had a blowout- I was being a git- and I left…."

Bill didn't say anything. He stared at his brother, who looked ready to break just by the thought of what he did. Ron sighed, thinking of his dream, and his voice shook a little "I would give anything to go back, Bill, I really would. But Hermione" he shook his head "She's bloody brilliant- it's nearly impossible-"

He stopped and Bill sighed, putting his elbows in his lap as he leaned forward. "Nearly impossible…" he said, looking at Ron.

Ron narrowed his eyes. "Yeah…"

Bill sighed, "Ron. That should be it right there. There's still a chance! Nearly is enough, and seeing as were in war, you shouldn't take that for granted."

Ron's voice was choked as he said "You don't understand- enchantments, invisiblity cloak- they have it all…"

"Sorry Ron, but if you were that worried, you wouldn't be sitting here sulking…You're a Weasley, you're stubborn. Mom would probably kill me for saying this Ronald, but go back. Go back and find them. If you don't get it on the first try…try again. And keep at it, because that dream you just had…I know it was about them. You're worried. I would be too." He sighed "But you're also a stubborn git."

Ron looked at him, and he continued. "But is some blowout really worth you're friendship? They need you Ron…"

Ron was silent, but something was burning in his chest. "When?" he asked, after a moment. Bill looked at him, surprised. "When should I go?"

Bill sat up, patting his brother's shoulder. "Whenever you feel best, Ron.."

That night, Hermione's voice sounded from his pocket. Thinking of Horcruxes, of Hermione, Harry, of saving the Wizarding World…he clicked it, and from there on…he began to search.

Ew, disgusting. Seriously hate this one -_-Please don't judge this story to harshly, it was done in 5 minutes. I plan on progressing…A-LOT!