"Please, let me go!" Ron begged. Lord Voldemort laughed and touched his face lightly.
"I really don't think so Mr Weasley." Voldemort chuckled, "See you are my one way to Harry Potter." Ron stared at the most powerful wizard who had come back to power now and was in control of the Ministry, the school, the whole wizarding community. Ron had tears coming down his eyes.
"Please..." he cried. Lord Voldemort smiled viciously and he turned around from the cellar and up the stairs making sure to lock the door as he left. Ron kneeled on the floor crying and thinking about how Hermione.
"What if I don't get to see her again?" He spoke loudly, "What if I die during this whole thing? I never told her how I felt." he said. He put his head in his hands and cried. He thought of himself as an idiot. He could be murdered by Lord Voldemort and he never got to kiss Hermione. Ron stood up after a few minutes and walked towards the door and leaned against it, to hear what was being said beyond the door.
"My lord." a women's voice spoke, "What is this so called plan for that boy?"
"Isn't it obvious?" the raspy chuckle of Voldemort echoed through the walls, "We'll use him as bait, lure Potter here and kill him in front of Weasley." he explained, "Of course if that doesn't work we'll just have to kill Mr. Weasley." he said in a monotone voice. Ron backed up, but forgetting stairs were behind him, fell down until he hit the cold cemented floor. All Ron remembered seeing was the feet of Voldemort coming down the stairs before everything went black.
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"You sure that is what you saw?" Arthur Weasley asked. Harry nodded, he wasn't going to lie about his best friend. Now all he had to figure out where the hell he was being held. In his dream he saw a dark cell, with candles for the lighting. Ron was being held by wormtail with Voldemort saying something about some sort of plan.
"Arthur!" Mrs. Weasley yelled,"Of course he is sure, he saw it in his dreams."
"Yeah, I know Molly." Arthur replied, "But the last time this happened it ended up being a trap." Harry couldn't believe his ears. Mr. Weasley was doubting his dream about Ron being held captive of Voldemort and that some sort of plan was being made. Harry stormed out of the room to outside. He needed the fresh air. As he stood on the porch he watched Ginny comforting Hermione. Her eyes met Harry's, which he looked away instantly. He couldn't get past how much he hurt Ginny, just because he wanted to keep her safe. Harry's scar started to hurt, Voldemort was angry. Something was going wrong where ever he was.
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"Actually..." Voldemort said, "I have a better idea." he chuckled as he looked at Ron, who was struggling against the grip of Bellatrix.
"What is it my Lord?" she asked with a smile that could kill you.
"My dear Bellatrix." he chuckled, "What would Harry Potter do if his best friend was, well, not himself." Voldemort turned to Ron and pointed his wand at him, "Crucio!" he yelled. Ron screamed in agony. Tears were running down Ron's eyes and he was curled into a ball.
"STOP!!!!" yelled a voice that seemed familiar, "Sir, I'll do it." Ron felt the curse lift on him and looked over to see Draco Malfoy sneering at him, his wand raised and ready.
'Here it comes...' Ron thought as he tensed up and waited for the torture to come along. His eyes squeezed tight and his breathing heavy, why wasn't it coming?