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Bound and uncomfortable, Ron groggily woke to a low lit, unfamiliar room.
"Good, you've finally awoken." Said a deep voice shortly. "Guard, bring me The Tickler."
The man who spoke was, like most other people Ron had seen at Harrenhall, dressed in red and gold. Although in this man the gold seemed real. He was balding and blond, his general demeanour reminding Ron greatly of Lucius Malfoy, from the finery to the sneer on his lips. This must be Tywin Lannister.
"The Tickler works for me, he's very good at getting information out of people, however, if you tell me what I want then he won't have to. Are you the man who attacked kings landing, stole away Eddard Stark and humiliated the Lannister name?"
"How d'you reckon I could do that?" Ron asked, playing dumb, "I'm hardly a man."
"Very true, most couldn't. however," Tywin picked up something from the table behind him, "I think this would explain it." His wand! Ron felt revolted to see it clasped in the evil man's hand.
"Ha! Is that a stick?"
"You are a sorcerer! It's the only explanation for how you snuck into this castle. Besides all the guards collapsed in the same way my nephew is said to. Don't want to admit it? Fine, I'm sure the tickler will loosen your lips."
A man entered the room. He didn't seem like much, quite regular looking to be honest, except for the strange bucket contraption and rat cage in either hands.
"Hello there boy, now why don't you tell me who you are." The Tickler placed the rat in the bucket and strapped it onto Ron's torso, then he toom a torch from the wall and placed it beneath the bucket. The rat began freaking out, and in turn Ron.
The ran began clawing and biting at Ron's torso, scraping away the fabric of his tunic and after that the skin of Ron's chest.
"Tell me who you are!" Cried the Tickler.
Ron knew he was going to die; Rats can bite through anything. It would bite its way right through his chest for sure. All Ron could hear was the squealing of the rat, its claws tapping on the bucket and the laughter of the Tickler.
Blood pumping quickly through Ron's ears, breath struggling to leave his mouth, all Ron could see was his wand. His salvation a meter away from him, in the hands on a grimacing Malfoy. Ron wouldn't let Malfoy beat him, he couldn't. Eyes on his wand, Ron saw it begin to get red. Shocked Malfoy dropped it to the ground where it skidded and flew into Ron's bounded hand.
"Alohomora." Ron yelled. His chains fell away and the rat fell to the ground, where it scurried off fearfully.
"Stupify! Stupify!" the guard and Malfoy collapsed.
Angrier than Ron had ever felt, the young man turned his wand to The Tickler. "Cruscio!" Ron felt all his hatred towards the man in front of him flow into his wand. He felt relief and giddy without all the hatred, something similar to joy filled his heart instead, so much so he could barely see the crying screaming man, writhing in pain. Probably more pain than the hateful man could ever hope to cause.
Ron laughed, and then stopped. With one final cutting curse to the throat, the man in front of him was dead. Ron was so tired.
Now with a clear head, Ron levitated the unconscious Tywin behind of him, Ron made his way to the heavy wooden door and pulled it open. The young wizard came face to face with a black-haired boy about his age. Before Ron could do anything, the young man held up both his hands and fell to his knees.
"Please don't hurt me!" He cried. Unwilling to attack an unarmed, non-aggressive person Ron kept his wand up but didn't cast anything.
The boy looked up and saw the unconscious man floating behind him. "You killed him! You killed Tywin Lannister! Seven Hells, how did you do that?"
"He's not dead, just knocked out."
"Why let him live, I'd say kill him while you have the chance!" the boy shook his head slightly, "What am I thinking? He's floating! How is he floating!"
"Chill out man. I'm a wizard okay, relax. Now, are you gonna hurt me? Or do you wanna help me get out of here?"
With that, Ron and the new dark-haired boy hurried through the castle taking out hostile people as they went. The boy could handle himself rather well, he was built bigger than Goyle and could hit harder than Hagrid. He seemed shaky every time Ron used magic, but Ron knew he was very blunt and plain about it all so it couldn't be helped.
Ron was nearly at the exit when he guiltily remembered his loyal companion Melisandre. Throughout his journey through the ruined castle, Ron learned more about the boy beside his and his ordeal.
Gendry had set out to begin a new life in the Night's Watch when he was captured by Lannister soldiers and taken to Harrenhall. Here, every day the Tickler would torture people to death for information no one had. Until one day Tywin appeared and instead of watching people be tortured to death daily, Gendry worked his trade like a slave.
The guilt that Ron had slowly felt fill his body after what he did to the Tickler left him after he heard that story.
Also, a large portion of the people in this castle didn't like the Lannisters and didn't realise that there was another option. Magically raising his voice one again Ron bellowed, "MESSAGE TO ALL NON-LANNISTER SOLDIERS, RUN! GET OUT OF HERE WHILE YOU CAN! TYWIN LANNISTER IS GONE AND THE TICKLER'S DEAD SO DON'T DAWDLE."
Lowering his voice and coughing out the pain of the volume, Ron glanced around to see a shaking and terrified Gendry, hands over his ears, and back against the wall.
"Sorry about that man! Should have given some warning."
"I CAN'T HEAR YOU! FUCK I'VE GONE DEAF!" Sending a quick healing spell to the boy's ears, Ron grabbed the boy by the shoulders and dragged him on to the dungeons.
If Ron ever thought that the Hogwarts dungeons were dank and Snape looked like a mean bat, well he took it back once he passed through these halls. Cold, wet and moss seemed to emanate from the walls. It all oozed of dirtiness. Passing through, opening cages of innocent looking people, Ron trudged along until he found Melisandre.
Seeing him the strange woman stood, waited for him to open the prison door, and walked calmly out.
"Took your time, My Lord."
"I'm sorry, can we hurry up and leave?"
"Where is the object of your quest?"
"He's upstairs, let's go already."
And so, the three (four) left the dying castle, along with many other evacuating people. As Ron grabbed his horses, and Gendry found two more, the unlikely group left the castle, heading north to Riverrun. As they rode along, a few people took their rear, camped with them, asked Ron how he had saved them, what they should do now.
Ron said he was joining the Starks and so should they and so they went. The band grew to an immense size, half the survivors seeming to have joined the crew of people, and of all of them, Gendry was Ron's favourite.
The kind bastard was the only person Ron had met so far that actually acted his age. After a little transfiguration, Ron taught and played Gobstones with him. After a bit more he taught and played chess with him. Soon the boys would talk into the night about each other, about girls and about magic. According to Gendry, transfiguration outmatched charms in power, although the black-haired boy had never seen charms at its full power and display. Ron couldn't do it justice like he could with transfiguration.
Ron couldn't deny however, that while every person in the band having clean clothes and water was important, the fact that with ever rat captured, they had a new bowl or chalice was more impressive sounding, especially with the jangle it made as they trotted along.
Tywin was grouchy and annoying, often complaining about hiss ropes or how hungry he was. At times like those an angry person would hit him and shut him up. Ron turned a blind eye at moments like those
The rivers became more common as they went, and soon enough, the familiar image of Riverrun was in their sights. A cheer rang through the tired band and soon everyone was piling around to beautiful castle. In fact, there was plenty of space for everyone considering that there was no longer an army surrounding the castle.
Ron supposed going on his own renegade quest to kidnap Tywin wouldn't allow Ned and Robb to wait for him to come back. Didn't mean he wasn't a little upset about it.
Standing beneath the entrance of the castle, across the large moat, Ron yelled, "I am Ron Weasley. Will you let me into the castle?"
"Prove it!" replied a gruff voice.
One majestic explosion of sparks later and the drawbridge came down.
A/N
Sorry this took so long guys, school got in the way for a long time but this is not an abandoned story. also some people may be upset about Tywin, but you can't expect him to beat a wizard, no matter how powerful he is.
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