A/N- I MISSED THE DAILY UPDATE! D: It's after midnight D:

Crap.

Chapter Eleven

(This chapter is in Fred's Point of view)

It had been almost three months since Hermione's attack, and people were starting to lose hope. Professor McGonagall realized that the only way to lift the curse, was for the attacker to lift it him/herself, and since nobody had stepped up to say it was them.

I had never left Hermione's side, except to eat, sleep, and go to classes, and when I wasn't here, Ginny, Draco, or Harry came. Ron told me that it was too hard to see her in that state, so he never visited her.

McGonagall had modified her charm, after the first month, to make it so she would un-freeze as soon as the Cruciatus Curse was lifted, so all of her visitors often checked to see if she was asleep, or frozen.

Christmas break was tomorrow, and I didn't plan on leaving with the rest of my family, but my mother demanded that I spend time with them. It took days of convincing, but I made arrangements with Madam Pomfrey, and McGonagall to bring Hermione to the burrow with us. I knew that she wouldn't realize where she was, but I couldn't let her be alone. Especially as Christmas time.

The headmistress made me a portkey, instead of me riding the train, so that I could arrive with Hermione. I put the portkey (a mirror) in one of her hands, and the other half of it was in mine, and then we were off. We landed at the burrow a moment later, my mother and father rushed out to greet me, as I was carrying Hermione in my arms.

My dad took Hermione, and rushed her into the house, and placed her on the couch, covering her with a blanket. Me and my mom followed behind him.

"It's dreadful what happened to the poor girl." My mother muttered, looking at the brown haired girl on the couch. Her face still wasn't peaceful, which made me sad. "They still don't know who did this?"

I shook my head.

"Is she…healed?" Mom was referring to the bruises, that I told her about in a letter.

"Pomfrey said that they weren't completely gone. The particularly bad ones on her ribs, and a couple on her arms are still there, but fading, and the one on her neck she told me would be there for a long time, if not forever." My voice cracked on the last part, and my mom had tears in her eyes.

"Who would do this to her?" She whispered. I wasn't sure if she was actually asking me, or if she was asking herself, but I answered.

"I don't know mum." I said, then we both didn't say a word. It was a comfortable silence though.

About an hour later, the front door opened, and Dad, George, Ron, Harry, Lee, Ginny and (surprisingly ) Malfoy, walked through it.

Most people went straight up the stairs, but two didn't, because they noticed the girl on the couch.

Mum went to the kitchen, to give us some privacy.

The people there were Ginny and Malfoy.

Their eyes widened when they saw her, and they all came over to where I was.

"She's here?" Ginny said, I couldn't tell if her voice held excitement, or fear. But why would she be afraid?

"Yea, I couldn't leave her alone at Christmas, now could I?" I asked, with a slight smile.

(Ginny's point of view)

How could Fred bring her here! She's in Ron's grasp now!

Oh no, what if he does something to her? I couldn't live with myself if he did.

(Hermione's point of view)

I was in a place. It was warm, and the sun was shining. I was happy.

I knew that what I was seeing wasn't real, and that it was just a hallucination, but why should I not have fun? It had been so long since I was free from Ron, I hoped that I could stay in my head for the rest of my life.

In my hallucination, I could do whatever I wanted. It changed at my desire, but often, I was in the same place, with the same person.

Fred.

I loved every second of my dream world when I was with him.

Everything was perfect,

Until something terribly painful broke my paradise.

(Ron's Point of View)

It was the middle of the night. Nobody would be awake for hours.

I grinned.

I made my way down the stairs, knowing what I was going to do.

There was no reason as to why I enjoy hurting her. It used to sicken me actually, but I grew out of that quickly when I felt the power that I held over her.

Every time she flinched, or cried, or begged me to stop, it just added fuel to the fire. I was the one in charge for once.

It was all me.

I walked into the living room, where the sleeping girl was, and I pulled the old, wool blanked off of her. I raised my fist and I punched her in the gut.

She made no noise.

I punched her in her ribs, and heard multiple cracks, and I could see how her bones shifted, but still, she made no noise.

I grinned.

I ripped off her clothes, and mine, and quickly, I raped her.

About ten minutes later, I re-dressed myself, and her, then I got an idea.

I realized that she couldn't feel anything when I had started tonight, so why not make it a little more satisfying for me?

I laid the girl back down, and I stamped on her face. Her nose broke, and so did a couple of her teeth.

She looked like a wreck. Even worse than before, and her bruises were just starting to form. I felt such satisfaction in my work on her.

I walked away from her quickly, and I opened up the door, and silently broke things around it, to make it look like someone broke in, and hurt her. Everything was working out perfectly!

Then I walked back to her, pulled out my wand and took of the curse, and ran back up to my room quickly and quietly, before she could wake up.

A moment after I was in bed, and nobody was awake to see me, I heard her blood curdling scream.

A/N- You know, i actually feel terrible for writing this. But it had to be done...

How do you think Harry and the Weasley's will react to her waking up, all covered in blood, broken, and raped? :/

How do you thing Ginny and Draco will react, knowing who did it?

Tell me in your reviews!

(Fred will find out soon! So DON'T WORRY!)