DISCLAIMER: I own none of these characters. I don't own anything related to Harry Potter. My version of the Deathly Hallows in Ron's point of view, with a few twists and turns.

A Consistent Want
Part Fourteen: Torture

Ron was pulled to the ground by several pairs of rough and strong hands. They pinned him against the dirt as he tried to struggle and get free to help Hermione who was crying out in pain and fear beside him. He had seen the shaggy hair and gnarled face before and knew it belonged to Fenrir Greyback. He switched his gaze to Harry and saw blurred shapes around him pinning him to the ground as well. Hermione cried out loudly as her hair was pulled when she tried to struggle away.

'Get – off – her!' Ron shouted as he twisted and turned in the arms of his captives. A fist smashed into the side of his face as he jerked out of their hands, the pain was intense and he grunted and felt blood trickle into his mouth.

'He'll have worst done to him if he's on my list,' Greyback hissed to Hermione in his horrible rasping voice when she yelped as Ron was hit. 'Delicious,' the werewolf spoke again as he stroked the skin of Hermione's cheek with his yellow bitten fingernails, 'I do love soft skin ... what a treat.'

'Search the tent!' Another person gave out this order as Ron was thrown face down into the dirt away from the tent. He felt a pressure on the small of his back and when he tried to squirm away into the tall grass of the field the pressure grew stronger. Someone had their boot against his back, preventing his escape.

A dull thud and a puff of dry dirt signalled the presence of Harry being thrown down next to him. In the dim wand light Ron could just make out his teary, bloody and bruised face. Harry's eyes were closed tightly as stamping and crashing and some bouts of laughter could be heard from inside the tent. Ron groped around next to him and found Harry's hand, he quickly clasped it in his and squeezed reassuringly. Though it did nothing to help himself, Ron was completely scared out of his mind and right now wished he could lay hands on his wand and get them all out of there.

'Now, let's see who we've got,' Greyback said in a gloating tone and he lifted up Harry's head by his hair and shone a light into his face which was blinding even from where Ron lay. 'I'll be needing a whisky to wash this one down, what happened to you, ugly?' Greyback asked Harry in a gloating tone.

Ron must have let out something close to a low growl because Greyback looked at him with pale eyes and then saw his and Harry's intertwined hands. The werewolf scoffed and spat on their hands.

'Disgusting,' he muttered as he pulled a list out of his pocket. 'Name?' he said nudging Harry's cheek with his foot. 'What's your name?' he growled when Harry didn't answer straight away.

'Dudley,' Harry said. 'Vernon Dudley.'

'Check the list, Scabior,' Greyback said throwing the parchment towards the man pressing Hermione down with his foot. 'What about you, ginger?' he asked Ron after a long morbid look at his and Harry's still joined hands.

'Stan Shunpike,' he said with a stutter. He hoped he had said it convincingly because it was the first name that had come to mind and he couldn't retract it now it had been said.

'Liar,' Greyback hissed and kicked his face. Ron cried out in pain and moaned when the blood began to poor from his now split lip. 'What's you real name?' he asked. 'If you lie again, I'll hurt your friends here.'

'Barney Weasley,' Ron said after he spat out a mouthful of blood, 'Barney Weasley.'

'A Weasley?' rasped Greyback. 'What fun, a blood traitor. That's even worse than Muggle scum. But lastly, your pretty friend here ...' Ron shuddered as he heard the delight in Greyback's voice. 'Let's see if she can remember her name quicker than the two ladies.'

'Penelope Clearwater,' Hermione said, briskly and sure of herself. Ron knew they would buy it. It was an extremely convincing reply.

'Blood status?'

'Half-blood.'

'That'll be easy enough to check,' Scabior said. 'The lot of them look to be Hogwarts age.'

'We lebt,' Ron said the tangy taste of blood in his mouth making him want to throw up.

'Left did ya? Went camping and decided to use the Dark Lord's name for a bit of fun, did ya, ginger?'

'Nod fun,' he said. 'Aggident.'

'Accident, was it?' Greyback said throwing his head back and laughing revealing abnormally pointy teeth. 'You know who likes to use the Dark Lord's name, Weasley? The Order of the Phoenix, mean anything to you?'

Ron tried to relax himself and look as though he was about to give an ordinary answer but his nerves got in the way and he was certain they'd know he was lying and carry out the previous threat. 'Doh,' he said shaking his head.

'Well, they don't show the Dark Lord the respects he deserves, some of them have been caught, just like you three here. We'll see. Bind them up with the others,' Greyback shouted and his order was hurried to be obeyed. It seemed like the rest of the group were as afraid of him as they were.

Ron was yanked up by his hair and dragged a few feet forward where he was pushed into a sitting position and tied to the backs of other people. When the man who had tied him, Harry and Hermione, Harry whispered,

'Anyone still got a wand?'

'No,' Ron said and his answer was echoed by Hermione from the left of him.

'It's all my fault, I'm sorry, I said the name - '

'Harry?' It was a new voice and it came directly from Hermione's left. Ron knew the voice, it belonged to Dean.

'Dean?' Harry asked in shock.

'It's you! If they find out it's you – Harry, they're only Snatchers looking for truants, they just want gold!'

'Not a bad haul for one night,' Greyback said as he came back to their group and stood on Ron's toes not caring. 'A Mudblood, a runaway goblin and three truants. You checked the names on that list yet, Scabior?' he roared.

'Yeah, and there ain't a Dudley on here.'

'Interesting,' Greyback said squatting down in front of Harry. Ron could smell his foul breathe from where he was tied. 'Interesting. So, you aren't wanted then Vernon? Or are you under a different name on that list? What house were you in at Hogwarts?'

'Slytherin,' Harry said.

'Funny how they all think we want to hear that,' Scabior chuckled from behind the list. 'But none of them can tell us where the common room is.'

'It's in the Dungeons,' Harry said. 'You enter through the wall. It's full of skulls and stuff and it's under the lake so everything is all green.'

There was a short pause during which, Ron held his breath.

'Looks like we really have caught a little Slytherin,' Scabior said. 'Good for ya, Vernon, there ain't a lot of Mudblood Slytherins. Who's your father, Vernon?'

'He works for the Ministry,' Harry said. 'Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes.'

'You know what, Greyback?' Scabior said. 'I think there might really be a Dudley in there.'

Ron was amazed as he spat out another mouthful of blood. Could they really be so lucky? Well, could Harry really be so lucky? He might be able to get out of this. Ron wouldn't, he was a Weasley and they seemed interested in that and Hermione had said she was a Half-blood which would need to be checked properly.

'Well, well,' said Greyback as he stood up from where he had been squatting. 'Looks like you haven't got anything to worry about from a trip to the Ministry, your father might even reward us for bringing his boy back, no matter how ugly he is.'

'Hey!' the cry came from inside the tent. 'Look at this Greyback!' A man came out of the tent carrying the Sword of Gryffindor. Ron choked on the blood in his mouth as horror swept through him.

'Very nice!' Greyback said approvingly. 'Very nice indeed, looks to be Goblin made. Where'd you get something like this?'

'It's my father's,' Harry said. 'We borrowed it to cut, firewood.' Ron was sure Hermione would smack Harry for that comment when they got out of this. Who cut firewood with a sword that grand?

'Hang on,' Scabior said. 'Look at this, in the Prophet, look here Greyback!'

Greyback hurried over to Scabior with the sword still tight in hand as if he thought it to be his prize.

'Hermione Granger,' Scabior said and Ron looked over at Hermione with fear. Hermione's eyes widened and she mouthed for him to look away and act natural. How could he bloody act naturally at a time like this?

'Hermione Granger, the Mudblood known to be travelling with Harry Potter,' Scabior said and looked to Hermione. 'You know what, girly? This looks a hell of a lot like ya.'

'It isn't me, it isn't me!' Hermione squealed when Greyback knelt before and stroked her curls. Ron groaned. Hermione's squeak may have been a confession.

'... Known to be travelling with Harry Potter,' Greyback repeated.

A horrific stillness had settled over the scene as Greyback stared at Hermione with rapt attention and Ron tried not to give anything away with his eyes and Harry looked as though he was struggling a great deal to keep emotions under wrap.

'This changes things, doesn't it?' Greyback whispered to his captives. 'What's that on your forehead, Vernon?' Greyback asked Harry in almost a mocking tone.

Harry groaned as Greyback pressed a finger to his scar. 'Don't touch it!' he screamed.

'I thought you wore glasses, Potter?' Greyback asked trying to look serious and not excited from his discovery.

'I found glasses!' the person who had found the sword yelled. 'In the tent! I found glasses.'

In a few seconds, Harry's glasses had been rammed back into his face and the Snatcher's were crowding around him staring at him.

'It is!' Greyback yelled and the Snatcher's around him erupted into joyful calls. 'We found Potter!'

Ron stared from Harry to Greyback and the group discussing his fate. He held his breath when he heard snippets of the conversation.

'... the Ministry?'

'To hell with the Ministry,' Greyback snapped. 'They'll get the credit, and we won't get a Knut. We'll take him straight to You-Know-Who.'

'Will you summon him here?' Scabior asked looking terrified.

'No,' Greyback said. 'I've heard they're using the Malfoy Manor as a base, we'll take him there. NOW!' he roared and the Snatcher's jumped to, grabbing the prisoners. Ron felt a tight, painful grip on his forearm and heard Greyback organizing others.

'I'll take Potter, you there, grab the sword, right? On three! One – two – three!'

They Disapparated, Ron pressed tightly the person holding his arm and Hermione's back. He tried to struggle away but the grip on his arm only increased and the many rings the person was wearing dug into his arm. Ron lurched into Hermione as they landed.

They were in a country lane. A pair of wrought iron gates were at the end of a long drive way. One of the Snatchers ran forward and shook the gates which clanged but would not open.

'They are locked!' he yelled back to Greyback.

Suddenly a deep, frightful voice rang out around them and the speaker could not be identified. 'State your purpose!'

'We've got Potter!' Greyback yelled triumphantly. 'We've got Potter! Let us in, we've got Potter!'

The gates swung open and they were pushed and prodded through him. Through the wrought gates, up the path surrounded by bushes that secluded the house and muffled their steps they walked and they finally reached the house. The front door was all Ron could see since whenever he moved his head the Snatcher holding him thrust it back down and pulled at his hair. The front door was large and grand, and a serpentine knocker was laid in the centre. But standing to one side was woman with long blonde hair and Ron knew her to be Narcissa Malfoy. Her hand was on the door handle as if people might be standing behind it to come to her rescue and her other pale white hand was clutching her wand that was pointed straight at Greyback's nose.

'What is this?' she asked in a cold voice, looking at the dirty group with disgust and scorn.

'We're here to see He Who Must Not Be Named!' rasped Greyback clutching Harry's hair tightly.

'Who are you?' Narcissa Malfoy asked.

'You know me!' Greyback said like he was embarrassed by the question. 'Fenrir Greyback, most loyal servant to the Dark Lord.'

Narcissa looked at Greyback and coughed, dislike and disbelief in her porcelain face.

'We've caught Harry Potter!' Greyback continued. He seized Harry and pushed him to the front so that Ron was now unable to see the Malfoy and the doorway.

'I know he's all dirty and bruised, ma'am,' Scabior said politely. 'But it is him! If ya look a bit closer, you'll see his scar and all! And the girl here, ma'am, it's the Mudblood that's been travelling around with him. And we got a Blood traitor, we got a Weasley! We have Potter's wand as well, ma'am,' Scabior said and thrust the Blackthorn wand into the hand of Narcissa.

'Bring them in,' she said.

Ron and the others were shoved in through the doorway and into an entrance hall with a large chandelier in the centre of the ceiling and the walls were covered with portraits of pervious Malfoy's who all bore the same scrutinising expression. The pictures were obviously not content to have dirt trampled through their halls.

'Follow me,' Narcissa said and led them down a corridor decorated with more paintings. 'My son, Draco, is home for the holidays. If this is Harry Potter, he will know.'

She led them into a large drawing room with another even grander chandelier that seemed to sprinkle jewels down to the floor. The purple walls that stood at the sides of the massive room were adorned with even more portraits. Two high backed chairs were around a blazing fire place and as the Snatchers thrust Ron and the others into the room, two figures rose from that chair and turned to face them.

'What is this?'

The dreadfully droning voice of Lucius Malfoy filled Ron's ears, and he was thrust away from the sight as Harry was pushed forwards.

'They say they have Potter,' Narcissa told him. 'Draco, come here.'

Ron heard the soft fall of feet as Draco approached his mother, he could not see the expression on Draco's face as he was forced to look at Harry and possibly decide his fate.

'Well, boy,' Greyback asked. 'Is it?'

From a reflection in a mirror, Ron could see Harry. Harry's face was cut and bruised from the assault by the Snatchers and his black hair reached his shoulders; there was a dark shadowy bruise around his jaw. At first glance Ron wouldn't have known it was Harry. Ron would have wondered how this person had gotten Harry's glasses.

'Well, Draco?' Lucius asked, and in the reflection from the mirror Ron saw Draco stumbling forward towards Harry like he had been pushed gently. 'Is it Potter?'

'I can't tell,' Draco muttered sounding strained.

'But look at him closely, look at him carefully!'

'Draco, if we are the ones to hand Potter to the Dark Lord, everything will be forgiven, everything forgotten,' the voice of Narcissa spoke softly to her son. 'The Mudblood,' she asked Greyback. 'You said she was with him?'

The group was turned around again, now so that Hermione and Ron faced the front. Ron could see Draco's face but it was unreadable and blank yet Ron had never seen Lucius look so excited before.

'Wait,' Narcissa said. 'Yes, that is her! The Granger girl! She was in Madam Malkin's with Potter. I saw her picture in the Prophet. Draco, look! Isn't it the Granger girl?'

'I – maybe – yes,' Draco stuttered and then finally giving in.

'But then, that's the Weasley boy!' Lucius said striding forward to prod Ron in the face with his cane. 'It's them. It's Arthur Weasley's son – what's his name, Draco?'

'Yeah,' Draco said and turned away from the prisoners. 'Yeah, it could be.'

The drawing room door opened and footsteps came forward, Ron could not see who it was but when the voice spoke, he froze, fear pounding at him.

'Cissy?' the high and shrill voice that belonged to Bellatrix Lestrange asked, 'What is this?'

Bellatrix Lestrange walked in a circle around the prisoners, she stopped at Hermione. 'Is this the Mudblood?' she said. 'This is Granger?'

'Yes, yes, it is Granger!' Lucius said. 'And beside her we think Potter and Weasley!'

'Potter?' Bellatrix shrieked. 'Potter, Harry Potter?! The Dark Lord must be informed at once.' She drew up her sleeve and Ron could see the Dark Mark writhing on her arm.

'I was about to call him,' Lucius said his hand closing about her wrist. 'I shall summon him, Bellatrix. This is my household and the Potter boy has been brought here, it is my authority.'

'Your authority?' Bellatrix shrieked in her high, nasal voice. 'You lost your authority when you lost your wand. How dare you? Take your hands off me!'

'This is nothing to do with you; you did not capture the boy!'

'Begging your pardon, Mr Malfoy,' Greyback spoke rudely but not letting the scorn in his voice shone right through. 'It was us that caught the boy, and it's us that'll be claiming the boy.'

'Gold!' Bellatrix asked with laughter. 'I do not want gold! All I want is the praise of the Lord! Take your gold, filthy scrounger, I do not want gold!'

She stopped speaking and staring at something a Snatcher was holding; Ron could only just see the gleam of the Sword of Gryffindor out of the corner of his eye. But there was a flurry before him and Lucius had ripped open his sleeve, his fingers poised over the mark.

'DON'T!' Bellatrix yelled. 'Do not touch it; we shall all die if he comes now.' Bellatrix strode out Ron's vision and Lucius' eyes followed her, his hand stayed over the mark.

'What is it?' she said.

'A sword, miss,' a Snatcher replied.

'Give it to me.'

'No, missus, I don't think so. I found it, it's rightfully mine.'

There was a bang and a blinding flash of light and Ron knew Bellatrix had stunned the Snatcher and seized the sword. A yelp of anger came from the other Snatchers and Ron heard Scabior rustling around in his cloak for what must be his wand.

Bellatrix had stunned them all, they were no match for her. Ron had heard of what she had done and who had died perilously at her hand. He could not see but he heard the grunt of Greyback.

'Where did you get this?' Bellatrix asked in a breathless hiss.

'In their tent!'

'It was sent to my vault in Gringotts by Snape!' Bellatrix roared. She calmed a little when Greyback demanded to be released saying that it had been in their tent.

'Draco,' she said. 'Move this scum outside.' She indicated towards the men she had stunned.

'Later, Bella!' Narcissa said.

'Cissy, we have a very serious problem!' Bellatrix screamed. 'If this is indeed Potter, he must not be harmed. The Dark Lord wishes to dispose of him himself.' She turned to her sister again. 'The prisoners will be moved to the cellar, while I think of what to do.'

'You will not give orders in my house!' Lucius roared.

'Do it!' Bellatrix yelled at them. 'You have no idea how serious this is, what danger we are in!'

Narcissa spoke after a moment of silence and hissing noise and smell of smoke. 'Greyback, take them down to the cellar.'

'Wait,' Bellatrix said harshly. 'Except for the Mudblood.'

Greyback paused and seemed to be thinking about something. 'If I may make a suggestion,' he said awkwardly.

'Make it quick wolf!' Bellatrix snapped. 'We must question the Mudblood.'

'If you want to hurt Potter without harming him, take the Weasley, question him,' Greyback said.

'Why?'

'He and the Potter seem to be ...' Greyback stopped unsure of what to say.

'Involved,' Draco said and Ron turned to look at him. Draco was standing in front of him his face red and his eyes frightened. 'They are together,' he said again. 'I heard about it last year at school, I've seen them,' he added.

'But he's Pureblood,' Narcissa said.

'What does that matter?' Lucius snapped. 'He's a blood traitor, that's worse than Muggle filth.'

'Take the Weasley for questioning!' Bellatrix said. 'Let Potter feel pain without torture.'

Ron was cut away from the group and thrown to the ground shaking in fear. Bellatrix had ordered Greyback to take the remaining lot down to the cellar and hold them there. They door of the drawing room slammed shut as they left and Ron caught a fleeting glimpse of Harry as he struggling in his bonds to look at him. There was fear and horror in Harry's eyes and Ron was sure the same look was reflected in his also.

Narcissa grabbed her sister's arm when she began advancing on Ron her wand drawn and her face bright red with anger. 'Bella, we shouldn't do this! Bring the Mudblood back up!'

'Like Lucius said,' she snapped wrenching her arm away from Narcissa. 'He's worse than Muggle's.'

'Now Weasley tell me,' Bellatrix said speaking in a baby voice as she advanced. When she was barely a foot away from him she crouched down and pressed her wand to his neck. 'Tell me,' she hissed.

'Tell you what?' Ron asked wide eyed as he looked down at the wand pressing to his neck. He was sure they'd kill him, he was certain he was going to die.

'You know very well what!' Bellatrix screamed and whirled away, the end of her cloak smacking him in the face as she stood. Her wand was still pointed directly at his face and the Malfoy's all had their wands out ready, but Ron saw that Draco's wand was shaking in his grasp.

A bolt of light hit him squarely in the chest and Ron fell backwards screaming loudly from the pain, he bit his lip down as he saw Lucius standing behind him and smiling. He must not scream. Bellatrix liked to torture so she'd like to hear his pain. He must not scream. He hung his head as she approached again and sat up, staggering to his feet.

'Aw,' Bellatrix cooed. 'The weasel is trying to be brave like his darling Potter. Did he teach you to be strong, boy? Did he say he'd save you? Pathetic, disgusting, that's what you are. Pathetic to believe in him and a disgusting blood traitor!' she screamed out the last sentence as she cast another spell at his chest.

He fell backwards again, hitting the floor hard and looked up to see Lucius' face. Grunting, and biting his lip harder cracking open the half sealed cut and blood poured into his mouth and down his chin, he stood, staggering under pain from the curse. He must not scream.

'Are you going to tell me?' she asked her eyes glinting dangerously as she readjusted her grip on her wand. 'ARE YOU GOING TO TELL ME?' she roared.

Ron didn't know what to say, she could be talking about anything. But his eyes fell on the sword resting at her feet.

'Tell me!' she said through clenched teeth. 'Where did you get it?' She jabbed out with her wand, taunting him.

Ron jumped back from the wand and Lucius and Narcissa laughed at him and sniggered when he shook his head, blood dripping from his split lip.

'Where did you get it, traitor?' Bellatrix asked as she stepped over the sword and advanced upon him again. 'Not going to tell me, weasel?' she asked pretending to look sad but her eyes shone and she shouted at him, 'that's fine, CRUCIO!'

Ron fell the floor, pain swamped through his body. His back arched as Bellatrix danced about him enjoying this. He writhed on the floor, sharp pains flying through him, he screamed. He opened his mouth wide and screamed.

'Where did you get this sword, where!?'

'We found it!' Ron bit the words out. 'We found it!'

'Where did you find it?'

Ron screamed again as she jabbed her wand towards him sending a shock of pain through his spine. He arched his back up and fell on his stomach twisting in the air. His face was directly by Lucius' feet now and the man pushed his face with his foot so he had to face the oncoming storm of Bellatrix.

He was panting and the pain running through made him feel like he would die at any second. It was that strong. 'We found it!'

'You got it from my vault, didn't you, traitor!' Bellatrix yelled at him. 'DIDN'T YOU! You've been inside my vault at Gringotts. Tell me the truth, tell me the truth!'

She twirled her wand in a flourish and Ron screamed again when the pain moved from his spine to his chest. 'No,' he gasped out. 'We – haven't,' he panted, 'been – to – Gringotts.'

'LIAR!'

Another bolt of terrible pain. Another long drawn out scream.

'What else did you take? What else do you have? Tell me the truth, or I swear, I will run this knife through you and give Potter bound and naked to the Dark Lord, I swear it! NOW, TELL ME THE TRUTH!'

'N – nothing, we didn't – take – anything,' he managed to get the words out barely.

'What else did you take? ANSWER, TRAITOR! CRUCIO!'

Ron screamed and he could faintly hear them echoing around the room as he slouched to the floor, unable to sit up any longer. The pain that was searing through his body hadn't ebbed and his screaming had gotten louder and louder until finally he could scream no more and twisted so he lay on his back. He didn't want to see the four pale faces staring down at him.

'How did you get in my vault?' Bellatrix screamed, 'did that dirty, foul Goblin in the cellar help you?'

'We only met him today,' Ron said using the last of his strength to tell her this. 'We never went in your vault, that isn't the real sword. Just a copy!' He moaned as another bolt of pain shot along his spinal cord.

'A copy!' shrieked Bellatrix, 'likely story, Weasley! Did Potter tell you to say that? Did the Mudblood help you get it?!'

'We can find out easily,' Lucius said his voice ringing in Ron's ears as he spoke above Bellatrix's screams. 'Draco, fetch the Goblin! He can tell us if the sword is real or not.'

This gave Ron a pain free moment; Bellatrix had withdrawn the curse and was now talking in a hushed but angry whisper to Narcissa. Ron could see spit flying from her mouth as she talked to her sister. From his distance Ron couldn't see or hear what Narcissa was saying but from her body language it looked like she might be telling Bellatrix to stop.

Suddenly, Bellatrix pushed her sister away from her and strode over to where Ron was lying on the carpet. She pushed her wand into his cheek, and hissed, 'think Potter was going to come and save you?' she asked with a shrill laugh. 'Pathetic, he'd never come and save you! You're pathetic and disgusting. A pathetic weasel and a disgusting traitor!'

She rose and walked away before pointing her wand back at him. Ron groaned when the pain hit him, he bit back a scream but as the pain got more intense he couldn't help it. He opened his mouth and screamed.

Thankfully in a few minutes the door opened and Draco strode in dragging the Goblin, Griphook in his wake. He left the Goblin in front of Bellatrix and hurried over to stand beside his mother.

'Here, Goblin,' Bellatrix said bending down and picking up the sword, 'is this real?' she asked and threw it at the feet of the Goblin.

Griphook stared the sword for a long time, allowing Ron some painless moments as Bellatrix attention wasn't on hurting him, just watching the Goblin. When Ron groaned somewhat as he moved his hand and it stung, Bellatrix kicked him in the stomach, making him be quiet.

'Well, Goblin?' she asked. 'Is it real?'

'No,' Griphook said after some time. 'It is a fake.'

'Are you sure?' Bellatrix wanted know. 'Are you certain?'

'Yes,' the Goblin said.

Ron looked up at Bellatrix from where he lay and he saw relief flutter across her face. 'Good,' she said. 'Now we will call the Dark Lord!' She pushed her sleeve up and touched her finger to the mark there.

'And I think,' Bellatrix added. 'We can get rid of the boy. Greyback, do what you wish.'

Ron was terrified, he could not move as the monster approached him. But suddenly, Harry burst into the room shouting and Hermione was following him looking terrified and drawn.

'The Mudblood!' Greyback shouted. 'Please, ma'am, leave her for me?'

Bellatrix nodded and turned her wand towards as he raced towards them. 'Are you watching, Weasley?' she asked her eyes trailing Harry.

'Expelliarmus!' Harry shouted and Bellatrix's wand flew from her hand and he caught it throwing it to Hermione.

Bellatrix darted behind a couch dragging Ron by the hair with her. He heard the distinct drawing of a knife and felt cold metal pressed to his neck. 'Let's see what your lover-boy thinks of this,' she hissed and pulled them out from the safety of the couch.

'STOP,' she boomed, 'OR HE DIES!'

Ron couldn't see what was happening because his vision was clouding as he felt the knife pressing into his neck and Bellatrix's hand closing around it as well.

'I said drop them!' she screeched. 'Good,' she hissed. To Ron her voice was getting fainter and fainter. 'Draco, pick them up! The Dark Lord is coming, Harry Potter. Your death approaches, and so does the traitor's.'

As Bellatrix stood her knee collided with Ron's head and he knew no more of what happened. He was completely engulfed in darkness.

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