Chapter 10 let's go!

Chapter 10

"Bloody hell, that hurts" Harry rasped.

He couldn't figure what was happening around him. Everything was foggy to the point that it made him feel rather claustrophobic. He was somehow lying on his side in a fetal position, clutching himself as though trying to close up an open wound.

"Harry!" Ron shouted as he and Hermione struggled in their ropes. It was Merlin's mercy that nothing had hit them. There was no sign of any death eaters… Ron looked around.

"Hermione… Hermione? HERMIONE!"Ron frantically turned round when he heard no answer and saw Hermione giving him a look of exasperation.

" Oh.. right… you can't talk sorry. Bloody death eaters. How am I going to fix you without my wand?"

Hermione gave a small sigh. She nodded her head towards a short, coarse stick not far from Ron's reach.

Ron reached for it immediately.

"R-Ron!"Harry barely managed. He found himself unable to move. His head felt heavy, sluggish and unfocused. His eyes were rolling back without his permission. He had to find Ron and Hermione. What had happened to the death eaters? Did they disapparate? Were they killed?

Suddenly from out of nowhere, he heard Ron.

"Hermione… Hermione? HERMIONE!"

Harry felt his panic rise up to his throat. What had happened? Was Hermione hurt?

He heard grunts and sudden footsteps.

"Ron?"

There was a sudden flurry of struggle. Harry heard someone shouting in pain and then felt someone immediately grabbing is arm. Harry squinted against the hard grip. But before he could get a proper view in who his captor was, he felt a familiar but an undesirable pull. His lungs were constricting in pain as he was forced into the unknown pressure.

Ron's hand was trudged beneath a foot of a death eater who's face was invisible in the thick, smokey air that was filled with dust and remains of the earthy ceiling coming from the roots of the whomping willow above.

Ron shouted in pain as the foot grinded into his little finger.

"Didn't your mother ever tell you not to touch other people's belongings?" the death eater snarled. He immediately grabbed the wand and flicked it at Ron, throwing him back with Hermione. He grabbed their ropes and turned on the spot.

Ron and Hermione were forced into the pull of their own, not knowing their destination.

Ron felt himself being thrown onto bumpy, wet grounds. He was immediately tied magically back onto a stone wall. Everything was dark. His eyes wouldn't adjust to it fast enough which made him blink more rapidly hoping it would help. He felt for Hermione's hand next to him, who was shivering slightly. She squeezed against his firm grip to assure him that she was ok. Ron listened intently for any sign of movement. He heard a painful breathing nearby, a whish of a silent spell and a thump of a body near his feet. There was a groan of pain and ragged gasps.

Ron took a deep breath and shouted,

"Show yourself! Where are you and what do you want!"

There was a slight chuckle.

"Lumos" and there was a faint light held up to the gaunt face of the death eater. He was smirking as if all this were a rather amusing act of play.

"You better behave yourself, Weasley. Or all of you will wish you never survived that war in Hogwarts. Keep silent. We'll be back for you in the morning. And don't be stupid and try get out. It will be impossible no lies. Nighty night."

With that there was a crack… and two other loud cracks that followed suit.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM US! YOU CAN'T KEEP US TIED UP HERE! GIVE US BACK OUR WANDS!"

Ron's voice echoed through the walls many times, making a loud racket. He felt Hermione's hand shaking his shoulder. She was obviously telling him to be quiet.

Ron shut up and listened again. Nothing happened. He swore loudy and after a moment of listening to himself repeat the same word over and over again through what sounded like a long, tunnel-like cave, he remembered Harry.

"Harry!"

He didn't hear a response. This was worrying. He felt Hermione silently tap his arm again.

He heard a loud series of coughs and uneven breathing that followed. He hated this. Why couldn't the bastards have give them a bit of light to at least be able to see where they were. Ron leaned over as much as he could and felt around for his mate.

"Harry! Are you ok?" Ron tried to gently shake the form beside him trying not to panic. He stayed silent to wait for his answer. He felt around, pulling Hermione along in his ropes and found someone there, curled in a tight ball.

"Harry, Harry.. You are Harry… right? Harry-"

He eventually found the person's shoulders and pulled him gently toward himself. Whoever it was was shaking and he felt too warm.

Hermione blindly helped Ron pull the figure up, enabling him to lean back on the wall.

"R-Ron..?"

He heard Hermione sigh in relief. Harry's body was limp as he sagged in their arms. He coughed softly and gave a loud cry of pain in his throat against the torture that his stressed breathing was causing. Ron felt his body covered in cold sweat.

"Hermione what do we do?" he asked desperately.

He was, of course, answered in silence. Ron had never felt more alone and suddenly responsible for so much just for being able to talk. Why couldn't the death eater have silenced him instead? Then at least Hermione could be telling him what to do!

He now seemed to be the only one capable of somehow getting them all out of here. Harry's sounds of discomfort heightened his anxiety. Would the death eater's really not be back until dawn? Would they leave Harry to die in this state?

'Well…' (Ron thought in hatred) 'they didn't exactly have the reason to keep harry alive now that Voldemort was dead.'

He felt Harry give a small shudder next to him.

"Harry. Where does it hurt. What did they do to you. What can I do to help. Damnit I can't see anything! Just uh- stay in focus ok? You can't lose it now, Harry. Harry. Harry listen to me. Answer me if you can Harry just stay awake!" all this came out as a frightened panic of words. His voice rang out in the cave and most of it was engulfed in its echoes. Ron felt so desperate.

Hermione grabbed Ron's hand and wrote with her forefinger on his palm,

Let me go, on, other side.

" Ok" Ron said shakily after a moment of concentrating on the feel of her finger.

He and tried to touch Harry the least as possible from his position to help Hermione change sides without tangling their connected ropes. Harry gave tiny breaths laboured groans, sounding as if he was struggling with an extremely heavy baggage which he had to lift with his two bare hands.

"Hold on a second, Harry. Hermione's coming. She'll know what to do."

After a long while of careful exchange, Hermione and Ron were on either side of Harry, supporting him. They still couldn't see anything, but the cave echoed out Harry's uneven breathing even louder. It seemed to get worse by the hour. The worst part was, they couldn't do anything about it but listen to his struggle.

Ron could hear Hermione desperately rustling on the other side. However, whatever she was doing was not working. It was going to be a long night. Ron felt Harry shivering next to him and tried to lean in to give him some of his bodywarmth. Cough fits resulted shortly after one another, making Ron's heart clench as he couldn't help but wince at the unending echoes making it seem even worse. He stayed still, thinking of how much it hurt Harry when he had tried to help him up just that morning in the courtyard. He heard Hermione's fidgets get more agitated as time passed.

It was going to be a long night.

Ok. I have to be honest and say that I really don't feel much motivation with this story anymore. Was a little disappointed with the last chapter actually. I'll see how this chapter goes with people and decide if I should really carry on. Perhaps I'll write it later on when there's lots more time and when I actually feel more into it. At this rate I don't even think I'll be able to make it into a good story til the end..