A/N time for that 'something interesting' I promised you- sorry it's late, I would have actually waited till tomorrow, so as not to mess up my schedule so you actually getting this a day earlier than planned, will upload on Thursday again next week, but Friday after that. ;)
I am J.K Rowling, don't worry, OW! OW! Okay, okay- I'm not J.K Rowling and I own nothing Potter
Swallowed by the darkness
29thMay 1998
Harry ran up the stairs, to the attic bedroom, which he and Ron shared. Harry knocked lightly on the door, only to be greeted by Ron's shouting.
"Leave me alone!" He said, but Harry had known Ron long enough to know that he needed to talk to someone.
"No can do, mate." Said Harry, barging through the door, "This is my room too now." Ron was paler than he had been downstairs. Ron leant forward, his face in his hands, andhe began to shake.
"They lock people away who do that!" he shouted, "If you can't control your magic then you're too dangerous to be allowed to be near anyone who 'isn't capable of defending themselves'!"
"You're not mad." Harry whispered, placing a hand on Ron's back. Ron turned to look up at Harry, his eyes red, "Then why do I keep making things happen, why do I keep doing accidental magic?" Ron looked about ready to throw up; he got to his feet and began pacing. "What do you mean, 'keep doing accidental magic', this has been happening for some time?" Ron collapsed to his knees, and a book on his shelf flew across the room, narrowly missing Harry's head. Harry picked up the book, looking at the cover, "The Tales of Beadle the Bard" he murmured, turning the book over in his hands, "Bill gave it to me." Ron whispered, his eyes red from crying. "He used to read them to me." The book wasn't in the best condition, but it was obviously loved. "My favourite was 'Babbity Rabbity and her cackling stump'Bill's was, 'The Fountain of Fair Fortune'and Charlie's was 'The Wizard and the Hopping Pot'.
"You, you can borrow it if you want." Ron said, moving to sit by Harry, "I know you don't know any wizard stories. We share pretty much everything else." Harry wanted to borrow it, but he felt he would be barging in on something Ron shared with his big brothers; he felt that he would be joining something he shouldn't. "Well, everything apart from your awfultaste in Quidditch teams." Harry joked, "It's okay; it's your book." Ron shrugged, but Harry could tell that he wasn't glad that he didn't want to borrow the book, but he wasn't going to try any harder to get him to borrow it, "You sure? " asked Ron, "I'm used to sharing." Harry looked into Ron's eyes, "Well then," he said, "this can be yours, and you don't have to share it."
Ron smiled, and went to return the book to the shelf, "No, these are mine, and mine alone. No one and I mean no one, touches my chess books." Harry looked up to the shelf with Ron's chess books;there were 4 books, with very bent spines, but other than that, almost perfect covers.
Just as Ron turned the lights out, so they could sleep, he heard Harry whisper;
"How long?"
"Three weeks and six days."
30thMay 1998.
7:30.
Ron sat up, got up. Harry was still asleep on the cot; he was staying in Ron's room until Charlie deemed it safe enough to leave them again. Ron had a quick shower, before pulling on an old pair of jeans and a faded 'Chudley Cannons' T-shirt. Before he went down to breakfast, he threw a pillow at Harry's face to wake him, and removed the muffliatospell he had cast, so no one heard if he had a nightmare.
Ron was surprised to see Hermione sat at the table when he came down.
"Hermione." He greeted, confused, "What are you doing here so ear-"
"My parents have gone on holiday. They were given it as a present and it would look weird if they didn't take it; I haven't gotten round to sorting out my auntie and uncle's memories." Mrs Weasley looked up as Ron sat down.
"Here, Ronnie, have some toast." Ron thanked his mother and ate one slice of toast. Ignoring the worried looks from his mother and Hermione, he went upstairs to clean his face, and then declared he was going into the village for a bit. He called goodbye as he left, the two women watching him as he left. Head held high, he walked down the path, out into Ottery St. Catchpole.
Ron found a small café, not long after he set off, and decided to have a quick drink. So he checked his small amount of muggle money, before buying himself a cup of tea. That was when he noticed a commotion.
"You!" snarled a voice; the man was pointing at Ron, his jet black hair stinking up at all angles, dark grey eyes, gleaming madly. "Murderer!" he hissed, "Blood-traitor, murderer! It's your fault she is dead, my wife, my beautiful Bellatrix! You stole from our vault, attacked her at her own sister's house; it's your fault she died!" Ron jumped to his feet, hand ready at his back pocket to pull his wand out if needed,
"I didn't kill your wife, Rodolphus, or your master. But if I could, I would have. Your ever so perfect wife who tortured my friend, who murdered my friends godfather and attempted to murder both my sister and my mother." Ron replied, looking into the deranged eyes, Lestrange grinned, and whipped out his wand, "But the mug-" was all Ron could get out before he was hit by that all too familiar curse, "Crucio!" Ron fell to the fall, crying out in pain…
Screams, fire, burning, pain, Hell. Her screams, his screams, fire. Darkness, swallowing him, a knife, a blade. Ron ripped his eyes open, the Cruciatus curse still racking through him; his own hand was held awkwardly above his body, using his wand to lash into his body. He was under the Imperius curse, he was going to die. Ron accepted death. People were moving around him, making noise, but all on could hear were the heart wrenching screams he had heard but a few times, but recognised like the back of his hand. His body spasmed as another wave of fire flooded his body. His hoarse voice called out but no one could hear. Lestrange's eyes were black, as wave after wave of pain filled Ron's body, which was convulsing from the burning sensation. Suddenly, the spells broke off- although Ron could still feel the effects, the main spell had stopped. He snapped his head up just enough to see that a bystander had tackled Lestrange to the ground. As fast as he could, Ron crawled away- as far as he could. He had to get her to safety, if Hermione died they couldn't kill Voldemort; without her, it would fail. And he hadn't even told her he loved her. 'Bill and Fleur's, Shell cottage, Bill and Fleur's.' he chanted in his head, apparating her to safety. Bill could help her.
Bill turned sharply as he heard a loud 'crack', just outside the apparition bounds to shell cottage. He froze, momentarily, before a bloodcurdling scream shook through the kitchen. Gripping his wand tightly, Bill sprinted to where he heard the 'crack'. It took him seconds to work out who it was- longer than usual because the torture had left Ron in a bad state, and he had splinched himself while apparating.
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Wet; he was lying on something damp. Sand. He was at the beach. No-he should be at the tent, in school, at home. Maybe he was still under the black lake; yeah that was it. Harry was going to save him; Krum was going to save Hermione… Hermione, he had to help her, Bellatrix had tortured her.
"Help! Bellatrix, she's- she's tortured Hermione!" He screamed, but it felt like his mouth was full of grit.
"Don't worry…it's fine…Hermione…dead." Ron cried out, she can't be dead, they needed Hermione; he had to tell her, had to tell her how he felt.
"No! I have to tell her, she can't be!" Ron cried out again as something dripped on his arms, stinging.
"Shh…dittany…helps. Hermione…safe…alive." Was he lying? He just said she was dead? Was this familiar voice as confused as him?
"Sirius, did Harry get him?" Ron whispered, his voice like shards of glass. The darkness was creeping back again, he needed to have answers, fire washed over his body again. Shaking, writhing. Pain. So much pain. He was dying. He had to be.
"Bill, where am I?" he forced out, and as the darkness swallowed him, he heard Bill answer,
"You're at Shell Cottage, you're safe now Ron.
A/N Woah! Now that was quite a ride wasn't it? Told you I had something big up my sleeve. Here I feel I should mention the stories:
Nightmares and Dreamscapes by
Promise by Athenais777
Burnt by HawthornBlood141
Tangled by Rsuth
More Than Just You by opti-mnff
Why do I mention these stories? I mention them because I have read them and they all mention torture, or the effects of the cruciatus curse, and I probably subconsciously picked part of their stories and used them in mine, especially in the next chapter or 2. These stories are also REALLY amazing, so do read them.
Thanks to my lovely new Beta, cupcake0118 because this chapter made next to no sense without her wonderful help.
Thank you for reading, and please review xx.
Also- I have started to think about a sequel, please tell me what you think.
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