Story is moving pretty quickly now. There wasn't much to be changed in this chapter. Don't worry, all will be explained in due time. There is still plenty of chapters to go before the story comes to an end. (Trust me, I have read Harry Potter far too many times to justify making mistakes with storylines!)

An ashen-faced Hermione sat on the small bed in the tiny room reciting the details of her dream to Harry. Once she was done, she could see that Harry was shaking. She had never seen him look so scared in his life.

"How is she still alive?" Hermione whispered. Molly Weasley had struck her down at the battle of Hogwarts. She had seen Bellatrix Lestrange's body sprawled on the ground herself. It didn't make sense at all.

"We need to go. Now." Harry choked, a tear falling from his left eye. His mind was obviously on other matters. "Now. I'll apparate across the world if I need to. I don't care if I get splinched."

"Let's think about this. We don't have a lot of time," Hermione was speaking in an almost apologetic voice as she stood up and drew Harry into her arms. "I still think we should try the church."

Harry wasn't looking at Hermione. He was once again staring at the locket, trying to piece things together. Hermione unclipped the locket at the back and handed it to Harry.

"I wish we could open this," Harry said. "It obviously has some sort of connection with Ron."

Hermione nodded. She, too, had noticed the fact that every time she saw Ron in her dreams, she had been gripping on to the locket. Something then occurred to her.

"Wear the locket, Harry." She said quickly, her eyes widening with urgency.

Harry looked down at the locket. Sceptically, he placed it around his neck, and instantly hardened his expression.

"How do you feel?" Hermione asked.

"I feel-" Harry began. However, how Harry felt would have to wait as Hermione's door burst open, and two men were standing there in identical black cloaks with green lining, staring eerily at them.

Hermione clutched on to Harry, but it was too late. The men had spanned the small room in seconds, grabbing on to the pair.

Everything went dark, and she was dizzy. This time, however, she didn't see Ron. Instead, she opened her eyes to find that she and Harry were in a familiar looking room. It was identical to the one she had seen Ron and Ginny in. Rather than being chained to the wall like Ron, however, Hermione and Harry were chained to each other back to back in the middle of the room.

"Where are we?" Hermione groaned weakly.

Harry was staring at the floor, as he croaked "The church. You were right. I felt it as soon as I put on the locket."

Hermione felt her whole body freeze as she asked the question she dreaded to hear the answer to. "Where is the locket?"

Harry hung his head and sighed. "They took it."

This was it. She had waited so many years to find Ron, and now that she knew where he was, she was powerless to save him. She looked down at the floor to see some drops of blood and her eyes widened. This room wasn't just identical to the room she had seen. Her view of the room was restricted, but she had studied the room so intently before, that she recognised the tiny corner she could see.

"They were here." Hermione breathed. She had no doubt that the blood on the floor belonged to Ron. "Where are they?" Panic was taking over now. Without the locket, she felt that she had once again lost all connection to Ron.

Hermione could hear the wall open, but couldn't see it as her back was turned. She felt Harry freeze behind her as he clenched his fists with rage.

"Where did you hide them?" The woman growled, circling the pair of them with her wand held high.

"What are you talking about you mad woman?" Hermione heard Harry growl with venom.

"Don't get smart with me, Potter. Crucio!"

Hermione felt a sharp, hot pain across her entire body as she screamed out loud. It was like sharp knives were penetrating every inch of her body. She could hear Harry strain with the pain. The curse had hit them both. Hermione felt a tear run down her cheek as the pain resided.

"Well , well little girl." Bellatrix simpered as she flashed her an ugly, gap toothed grin. "Here we are again. If you don't co-operate, we're going to have another little scene like last time.

"I don't know anything" Hermione wailed, reaching to grasp Harry's hand behind her as she tried to steady her breathing, preparing for what was coming.

Bellatrix pulled out a small dagger and walked slowly towards them. Hermione squeezed her eyes shut tight, preparing for what was coming.

"Wait!" Harry yelled, grasping onto Hermione's hand as though to comfort her. "I know. I can help you. Just don't hurt us."

Hermione had no clue what Harry was doing, but he seemed to sound confident. Her chest tightened as she watched Bellatrix slow her movement, looking in Harry's direction.

"Very well. Out with it Potter." She snarled, facing him. "Just know, if I find you are lying to me, the Mudblood gets it."

"What do you want to know?" Harry croaked weakly. Was he trying to distract her?

"Where did they go?" Bellatrix spat, holding her wand up to Hermione. Hermione's eyes widened in realisation. Was she asking about what she thought she was asking about? She glanced at the blood on the floor again.

"Answer faster, Potter. CRUC-"

"Expelliarmus!" A voice boomed from behind Hermione as her heart lept. She saw Bellatrix fall to the floor as her wand landed beside Hermione. She felt the binding curse instantly remove itself from her body, and the chains loosen as an golden light enveloped her and Harry.

All strength returning to her body, she grabbed the wand and ran towards their saviour, the adrenaline pumping through her. She grabbed on to his face, making sure she wasn't seeing things, and that he really was in front of her. That familiar red hair, the facial hair growing in from a year's imprisonment, the tired looking circles around his eyes.

Ron had clasped onto her face, too. Before she knew it, he pulled her towards him so that their lips were caressing one another in a hungry, longing, consuming kiss that Hermione had been longing for as they grasped onto one another tightly, Ron running his left hand through Hermione's messy hair.

As soon as the kiss begun, it it had been interrupted by Harry clearing his throat. The couple turned towards him. His face was still etched with worry.

"Ginny's safe, mate." Ron croaked, giving him a weak smile. Harry instantly relaxed, then pulled Ron into a tight hug.

"It's good to see you, Ron." Harry replied.

Hermione grasped on to Ron's hand. "Let's get out of here before she wakes up." She motioned towards the unconscious Bellatrix Lestrange that was sprawled out in the corner.

"I don't think we can apparate in here" Harry frowned.

"We can't, but I know the way out." Ron's voice was barely a whisper now. The adrenaline of finding Hermione had clearly worn off, and he was struggling to stay on his feet. Hermione grasped on to him quickly as he stumbled. Noticing this, Harry quickly grasped on to Ron's other side, helping Hermione hold him up.

"Lead the way mate." Harry replied, clapping his best friend lightly on the back.

The trio made their way down the dark, dingy corridors of the dungeon, before Ron quietly instructed them up a steep staircase. The staircase seemed to go on forever, especially with Ron losing strength moment by moment. His eyelids drooped so that they were almost closed.

Once they reached the top, a wall stood in front of them blocking them from going any further.

"What now, Ron?" Hermione asked with an air of concern. His body was getting heavier and heavier.

"Bricks." He croaked. He tried to open his mouth again, but to no avail. Ron had lost his voice. Hermione and Harry exchanged glances.

Hermione drew Bellatrix's wand to the bricks, whispering "Alohamora." It was only then that Hermione noticed that three of the bricks had been shaped differently and sticking outwards from the rest of the wall. As the three bricks clicked in to place, the wall whirred to the side as it had done in the dungeon.

Hermione wasn't expecting such a beautiful sight to materialise behind the dark, dingy scene that they had just left. They had entered the main area of the church, which was light and airy. Golden spires reached atop the massive structure, where statues of angelic looking people in robes stood in golden archways. Fancy looking golden, patterned pillars lay around the edges of the structure. Hermione was taken aback.

"-the Mudblood and the Potter boy." Hermione heard gruff voices from the other end of the room. She and Harry pulled Ron behind the nearest pillar, thanking their lucky stars that it was wide enough to conceal all three of them.

"The blood traitor got away, though." Hermione felt a chill as the gravelly voice of her boss echoed in the large building.

The trio stood behind the pillar silently as the sound of the wall opening again filled the room. Hermione peered around the pillar to see that they were gone. Quickly, Harry and Hermione grasped on to Ron, marching to the massive glass mosaic doors, where light poured into the room.

They had no time to celebrate as they exited the church. Grabbing Ron into her arms, and pulling Harry beside her, the trio disapparated with a crack.

You didn't think I was going to keep him imprisoned for the entire story, did ya? Next chapter will be uploaded ASAP, but I'm taking a trip next week so there may be a small delay coming up. I'll try to get as much of the story put up before then as possible.