Wow, I already got three more reviews! Thank you so much guys, I appreciate it! :D I know, my chapters are way too short... :/ I will try to make the next chapter longer. I was going to post this chapter yesterday but when I was done I was too tired to do that... anyway, I hope you like this.
"Ron?" A voice whispered in the darkness. It was too familiar. My heart sank. At that moment I could not breathe, literally.
"Who is it?" another voice asked.
Someone grabbed my arm. "Ron, is it you?" a third voice.
I heard their thoughts clearly. I could identify every single one of them. And I did not like that.
"Why won't you talk to us?" Hermione asked, her voice was sad and worried. All her hope was slowly being drained from her. "If you are not Ron, then at least..."
I opened my mouth to say something, but then I closed it again. I didn't know what to say. I knew Ginny was there too. She knew it was me too, but she said nothing. She had some questions though.
She had already figured most of it out. She, and a lot of other people too apparently, saw that I was the first one the Death Eaters kidnapped, so it wasn't hard for her to figure out that I was their target. She just couldn't realize why. Her first guess was that it was because I was Harry's friend. That's why they kidnapped Hermione to begin with...
I blinked when the thought hit me. They kidnapped Hermione?
I tried to focus on Ginny's thoughts. Suddenly I realized that I could hear and see more things in her head. She had a bad feeling right now, similar to the one she had when Tom Riddle controlled her with his diary. Because she didn't know what was going on. I closed my eyes. She hated that feeling, it always gave her flashbacks on that... she didn't want to think about it. She tried to think about something else. She was worried about Harry. When one of the Death Eaters grabbed her arm, Harry tried to save her... instead he got hit by a spell. She remembered the look on his face. That look of panic... then everything was black...
Wait. I could access...
I shuddered when I realized what was going on. I could not only hear and see what my sister was thinking about, I could search for things in her head... I had her memories. I didn't know if I should be amazed or disturbed by this fact. I could see everything... Did that mean that I remembered what kissing Harry felt like?
Disgusted, I realized that I did. I was struck by horror and confusion. Ginny liked kissing Harry, so when I... the thought was driving me insane. I shook my head and tried to focus on my own thoughts. I took a deep breath. I should tell them it was me.
"It's me", I whispered.
"RON!" Hermione yelled and hugged me. She was really happy. I tried to smile but failed miserably. Then I remembered that she couldn't see my face expression anyway because of the darkness. I laughed at my own stupidity, but no one in the room paid attention to it.
"How long have you been here?" Hermione suddenly asked, suspicious.
"One day or something", I answered. Hermione was still hugging me. It felt very awkward, for me at least. For Hermione it felt wonderful.
"I've been here for months", Hermione said. "Ron... I thought I would never see you again..." She was almost crying out of happiness.
"Get a room", Ginny mumbled. She didn't really mean it, but me and Hermione reminded her of Harry. She thought about kissing him. I felt sick.
The third person in the room was Neville. He was silent. He was thinking about Bellatrix... he didn't like her at all, because she was the reason why his parents didn't remember him.
"Ron", Hermione said. "Are you all right?"
"Yeah", I responded and then tried to slowly get out of the hug.
"I think the only reason we aren't dead yet is because they expect Harry to appear and try to rescue us", Hermione said. "I wonder why you weren't in the same room as us..."
Ginny said nothing. She knew I was the target, but she didn't know why...
Suddenly the door opened.
Narcissa Malfoy didn't look at any one of us.
"Weasley, come with me", she simply said. "Being locked up with your friends is not torture."
I stared at her. Was she really talking to me? She sighed and then looked at me, she was obviously annoyed.
"Follow me", she said.
I got up and took one step forward. My legs were trembling.
"Ron", Hermione said suddenly. "You know I love you, right?"
I turned around. "I know", I simply said. It was not a lie. Then I turned back to Narcissa. She looked at me with... pity. I found that strange. She was a Malfoy, and probably a Death Eater. Why would she feel sorry for me? I walked towards her. Our eyes met for a short second, then she looked away.
"Filthy blood-traitor", she said with a hateful tone in her voice, still not looking at me.
I stared at her. What was she thinking?
