Warning. Although this story is primarily a love/drama story, the first chapter is DARK. It contains both violence and rape. I STRONGLY encourage you not to read if this triggers you. After the first chapter, nothing graphic happens (except perhaps smut but that's normal for me)

I was literally wincing while writing this chapter and in my opinion it's hard to read. I have my reasons for making this happen that will become more apparent in later chapters. I'm going to go out on a limb here and post the first chapter even though this story is not finished. I do have the summary of each chapter written, but I'm not sure when it will be finished although I promise to never start a story and not finish it. My goal will be to post a chapter a week so we'll see how that goes as I've never done this before.

I personally do not condone any sexual violence or sex/sexual acts without consent. I tried to make it realistic, as the death eaters in the books I'm sure were toned down due to the primary young adult audience but in reality I can imagine that some were more capable of more atrocious acts such as sexual violence etc.

This story starts out, in my opinion kind of rushed, as it starts out pretty much the same as a mixture of in the books/movies and I didnt feel the need to go into so much detail as obviously people already know what happens, but hang in there.

Lastly, thank you for all the comments on my other stories! I have been unable to figure out how to reply to the comment section so if someone could tell me how to do so, that would be swell :)

Even if I don't reply, thank you to all who comment it means a lot 3

Again, I will put a WARNING for this first chapter. Read at your own risk.

(1)

Ron Weasley had never felt so scared in his life, his concern for his best mate and the girl that he secretly loved was overpowering him as he felt helpless in their current situation.

He thought back to just a few weeks ago, when he had found them again. He remembered the feeling of absolute joy that they were both okay and that he was with them once more, along with the incredible guilt he had for leaving in the first place. He had sworn to himself to not let anything else happen to them, and he had already failed at just that.

Although he had had a brief run in with them when he had left, they had as a whole been able to avoid snatchers. But now they had been seen, and after a chase they had been caught as there had been too many of them. He knew that being captured wasn't exactly his fault. Harry had been the one to say Voldemort's name and therefore making them traceable but still, he felt an incredible amount of inadequacy watching Harry and Hermione in the arms of the roguish men.

He watched a grimy snatcher lift Hermione off of the ground and with desperation pounding in his veins, he yelled out "Don't touch her!" only to get a punch in the gut from Greyback. He doubled over, the pain intense, but not as painful as knowing that she was in danger.

He decided to keep quiet, hoping that the thick-headed men would not figure out just who they had captured. Harry's face had been disfigured and Ron was sure that it had been Hermione's doing as only she would be able to think of something like that so quickly.

The men started questioning them. He felt like he was going to vomit watching the way that they were ogling Hermione, especially the long-haired man who appeared to be their leader. The adrenaline was making words hard to understand, even as he tried to listen to the conversations going on around him. He did not miss though, when the men had realized that it was Harry Potter that they had caught. The only thing he could feel then was dread as they decided to take them straight to Voldemort at Malfoy Manor.

When they reached their destination, the dread only intensified as they were then face to face with Bellatrix Lestrange. Ron had heard and also seen first hand how demented the witch could be. He knew that she was Voldemort's most loyal follower, and in some ways she scared him more than even Voldemort did. He bit his lip, trying to keep himself from being sick. They were all done for. This war was over. They had lost. He stared at Hermione, being held roughly beside him as they were led into the mansion.

He was going to die. She was going to die. He felt absolutely pathetic knowing that they would die without her knowing how he felt about her. He tried to catch her eye, but she stared straight ahead, her eyes hard and determined. He could tell that she was trying to think up a way out of their situation. She wasn't giving up. He took a deep breath. If she wasn't giving up, he wouldn't either, no matter how slim their chances of living were.

Once in, he watched as they were interrogating Draco Malfoy about the identity of Harry. Draco had to know that it was Harry. He knew Ron and Hermione, knew that Harry would be with them, and yet Draco just seemed mildly annoyed by the whole thing, claiming that he didn't know who Harry was. This confused Ron and for the first time in his life, he was grateful to the miserable ferret.

He didn't have too much time to think about it as Bellatrix suddenly went ballistic when she spotted one of the snatchers holding the sword of Gryffindor. She started to attack the snatchers and they quickly fled the manor for their safety. Seeing her like this concreted the fact to Ron that they were at the mercy of a mad woman. She was absolutely terrifying and Ron wanted to put himself in between her and his friends.

With the blood pounding in his ears, he heard Bellatrix say the words "Take them to the cellar...leave the mudblood." His head snapped up and in vain he tried to get to Hermione.

"NO! LEAVE ME!" He shouted desperately, but his request was ignored as Greyback dragged him and Harry off. He only got a glimpse of Hermione's terrified face before they were roughly led down stairs then through a door and thrown onto the stone ground. The large barred door was closed and locked, leaving them trapped.

From above them he heard Bellatrix shout "CRUCIO!" and then the screams started. Oh, in all of his life, he had never felt the way he felt as he heard them. Sobbing and screaming and pounding his fists into the stone walls, he knew that there was no way that he'd be able to get out, but he still needed to try. He screamed her name over and over as her screams kept coming from above, every second more agonizing than the last.

He was vaguely aware of others in the cellar, among them Luna Lovegood, but he really couldn't give a rats ass. All that mattered was Hermione and those agonizing screams that felt like they were breaking him apart.

Suddenly he heard footsteps coming down the stairs, and he lunged towards the door, not caring who or why someone was coming, just knowing that he would gladly fight with his life to get up to where she was. The door was unlocked with a click and Wormtail walked in with his wand raised. Ron went to tackle him, only to be pushed back with a shield charm.

"LET HER GO YOU TRAITOR SCUM!" he screamed out, his body tense as he stood tall, ready to fight for the chance to get up there with Hermione.

It turned out that wasn't necessary. "Ginger. Come with me." Wormtail sneered at Ron, his wand pointed straight at his forehead.

Ron immediately stood down and allowed Wormtail to lead him up the stairs. The death eater's wand was still being held at his temple but at that point he had no fear for himself, he only wanted to get to her, panic now clutching at him with the realization that all had gone silent above them.

They quickly made their way up and when he saw her he gave a strangled shout at the sight of her still body on the cold stone floor. Not caring to know what they wanted of him, he ran to her, getting on his knees and checking if she was still breathing. To his immense relief, he found that she was.

She looked dazed and barely conscious, every breath seeming to be painful. He saw that the word 'mudblood' had been carved into her arm and his blood boiled. Her half-opened eyes looked up at him, recognition opening them wider.

"Ron." was all that she said before he pulled her onto his lap, his arms encircling her as if to protect her from the others in the room who were currently doing nothing except standing there watching them silently.

He knew that this had to be some kind of trick, this was too easy. They had brought him up for a reason, and it wasn't a good one. His arms tightened around Hermione even more. Let them hurt him, just leave her alone.

Bellatrix was the first to speak and she did so in a calm and icy demeanor. "So tell me now, blood traitor. The mudblood is not telling me the truth! Where did you get the sword of Gryffindor?" she snarled.

Ice ran through his veins. He looked up into her eyes. Eyes that he found were the epitome of both evil and insanity. "We found it. It presented itself to us. We don't know more than tha-"

"FILTHY FUCKING LIAR!" She screeched. Her body rigid as she practically panted. "I CAN KILL HER! JUST LIKE THAT, AND YOUR PRETTY LITTLE MUDBLOOD WILL BE NO MORE THAN VULTURE FOOD!"

"No." He cried in a small voice. "She's innocent, she's-"

Bellatrix leaned over and slapped him across the face, her ring scratching him but he could hardly feel it. "THIS IS POINTLESS!" she screamed, enraged.

She started pacing and talking to the others in the room. "We can't alert the Dark Lord until we have this straightened out..we need to know how they got into my vault and what else has been taken. We also need to be positive that it is Potter we've got." She stopped pacing, her eyes locked on Ron's huddled form around Hermione.

"So...while we wait for the little shite's face to clear up, let's get to the truth...and also have a little fun!" A grin spread on her face, not fully masking the fury that still lingered in her eyes.

His arms tightened around Hermione, shielding her from whatever Bellatrix was planning to do. Bellatrix grinned at the action as she pointed her wand at him.

Almost immediately he could feel something was dreadfully wrong with his body. His brain was still all him, but his body felt foreign and almost numb, as if it were asleep. Bellatrix still had the sadistic grin on her face, but no words were coming out of her mouth. Her body stood still as her wand pointed at him, her mind obviously in deep concentration.

WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO ME?! He tried to shout out, but no sound left him, his mouth hadn't even twitched when he had tried to use it. He realized with a sickening twist in his gut that he was completely under her control. He had been under the imperius curse before, back in fourth year, but this wasn't the same thing...it was worse.

His arms released Hermione and he promptly stood up, her body sliding off him with a small thud on the hard floor. He stared down at her, her eyes widening with realization that something was wrong with him.

He desperately tried to get back down to where he had just been, to grab her in his arms and protect her. He willed his body to do so, but to his horror, instead his leg pulled back and kicked her, hard.

NO! He screamed, his voice echoing inside of his head.

She let out a yelp of pain as his boot came into contact with her thigh. Inside his head, he was still screaming; horrified, but his outside demeanor was stone cold as his leg pulled back again, this time coming back to kick her even harder in the side. He heard something crack and realized that he had most likely broken one of her ribs. Her scream echoed in the large room, and she curled up into herself, her body shaking.

He felt the same way that he had down in the cellar only this time, his frantic cries were only in his head. He was trapped inside his own mind and unable to do a damn thing about it. He still felt the same desperation and need to stop her pain, but this time he was the one causing it. In his mind he was screaming and cursing and trying with all of his might to escape the spell that was on him, all to no avail.

Roughly he reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair, lifting her up a few feet as she weakly grabbed at his wrist, her face scrunched up in pain. He dragged her a few feet towards Bellatrix's still-standing form and threw her harshly back to the floor, knocking the breath out of her. The evil witch obviously wanted a better view, he watched her grin, her eyes full of giddy mischief.

Ron then bent down next to Hermione's crumpled form and pulled his arm back and swiftly backhanded her across the face. She cried out, her cheek instantly turning scarlet, her eyes rolling up in her head before she found her focus again, staring at him.

"Ron." she croaked out. The pair of eyes that he treasured most in this world were looking at him as if he was her worst nightmare. Tears were streaming down her face, and she was hyperventilating in what looked like pain and fear. Everything in him wanted to stop, but he knew he was just as much a prisoner as she was at that moment.

Narcissa Malfoy apparently had had enough. "Bella is this necessary?" She asked her sister timidly.

"SILENCE!" Bellatrix shouted, clearly annoyed at her sister's attempt to ruin her fun.

Narcissa stepped back. "I refuse to sit around and watch this." She stated haughtily. "Come Draco." The two Malfoys walked out of the room, soon after followed by Lucious as he too seemingly didn't want to watch.

Bellatrix didn't seem bothered at all by their departure, her concentration still on the spell that she was casting.

Ron kneeled down next to Hermione, his hands shooting out and grabbing her breasts, squeezing them tightly in his large hands. His grip got tighter and tighter until she let out a piercing scream. Bellatrix giggled delightfully as he let go of her and leaned in towards her gasping mouth, taking her bottom lip in between his teeth and biting down until he tasted blood and then biting down some more. She moaned loudly with pain, still obviously weak from the cruciatus and the injuries he had caused. She grabbed his arms and tried to push him away, but her strength seemed to be almost gone and he didn't so much as budge. He let go of her lip and sat back before reaching down to the button of her jeans.

"No. no no no." He thought as he roughly undid the button and then pulled down her zipper.

Panic showed on her face when she realized what he was doing, and her hands went to his trying to stop him. "Ron. Please. Fight it. Come back." Her voice was hoarse and weak.

I'm trying Hermione. I'm fucking trying!

This was what hell was like he thought. She was pleading with him; but to her, the words fell on deaf ears. He fiercely wanted to tell her that he was there and that he was trying but it was no use.

She had managed to pull some strength from desperation, but against him there was no competition. He pulled her jeans and knickers down her legs, noticing the large bruise that was starting to form on her thigh. He bunched them down at her ankles, not removing them completely. He climbed over her, and watched her terrified face as he reached down and undid his belt and trousers, freeing the erection that he had no control over.

"Please just kill me. I can't do this, I WON'T do this! Oh my god. no."

It was not supposed to be like this. Never like this.

She was gripping onto his shoulders now, no longer fighting because it was obvious that it wouldn't make a difference. He settled his body between her legs as he felt her body tense up, knowing what was going to happen next. He could sense the fear radiating off of her and it was destroying him.

He was the one who was supposed to protect her; but now he was the one she should be protected from. She looked at him pleadingly one last time before her eyes shut tight and she pressed her lips together. Her breathing was still ragged, and he could tell that she was on the verge of giving up her fight to stay conscious.

He grabbed her hip tightly with one hand, his fingernails digging into her skin, her bone protruding from being malnourished during the horcrux hunt. His other hand went flat against the floor next to her head as he rubbed himself against her and she let out a shaky gasp. He quickly aligned himself and with a grunt, he thrust roughly into her body. She let out a loud whimper of pain, her eyes shutting even tighter. He pulled back and slammed into her again.

"STOP IT! Oh my god, STOP PLEASE!" he yelled, but of course nobody could hear him, and he wasn't stopping.

Tears started pouring out of her still-shut eyes as he relentlessly pounded into her; the sounds of Bellatrix's giggling filling the air. Hermione opened her eyes to look at him again, her face full of pain. "Ron, please." she whimpered, barely audible.

"I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry Hermione." He sobbed.

A few more thrusts and he spilled into her, but there was nothing pleasurable about this. He was absolutely sickened. He hovered over her, breathing heavy, as she broke out in quiet sobs underneath him.

What had just happened? What the hell had he just done?

He quickly adjusted himself back in his pants before leaning back. He took a deep breath, and slowly he felt the weight of the spell leave him.

As he came back to himself, he sat there stunned and unable to move. Slowly he turned to look at Hermione. He took in the sight of her mostly naked lower body and saw the small amount of blood that was smeared on the inside of her thighs.

He threw his body sideways, barely catching himself with his hands before retching violently onto the floor. His stomach hadn't been very full so not much came out, but he didn't stop as dry heaves continued for several long moments even after he was done.

Bellatrix walked up beside him, impatiently vanishing away the vomit with a sound of disgust.

His head slowly lifted up, finding her with a self-satisfied smirk on her face. Hate for her poured out of him, his face twisting in rage as he screamed out. "YOU EVIL SADISTIC FUCKING BITCH! I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU!"

She cackled gleefully at his outburst. "Honestly I did you a favor! She obviously wasn't letting you get into her knickers. You should be thanking me!"

He let out a roar as he stood up and lunged himself towards her. With a hard slash of her wand, he was knocked backwards onto the floor, his head hitting the cold tile and pain radiating behind his eyes.

He pulled himself to a sitting position as he opened his eyes and saw Hermione still lying there. Forgetting Bellatrix, he scrambled towards the girl on the floor. Her jeans and knickers were still pooled at her ankles, and he started to pull them up. She looked at him; misunderstanding what he was doing and frantically tried in vain to kick him away. "N-n-no" She moaned.

"Hermione, please. I-I'm trying to help. Let me get you dressed ok? H-help me." He tried to restrain the sobs that were trying to get through, wanting to sound as gentle as he could. "I won't look ok? Just let me help you." His voice sounding as though he was reassuring a small child.

She stopped fighting and he quickly but gently pulled up her jeans and re-dressed her.

Meanwhile, Bellatrix had lost her patience, bored now of the show. "ENOUGH OF THIS! WHERE DID YOU GET THE SWORD BOY?!"

Ron knew that no words or assurances that they had just found it would work with her. He stood up, putting himself in between the standing witch, and the one on the floor.

He answered her, his voice low and clear. "We have already told you everything. I won't repeat myself. Apparently you're too fucking stupid to see that we aren't lying to you." His eyes locked on hers, hate filling his every word.

"AAAGHHH" She screeched; her wand pointed at him again and his body was now frozen, rooted to the spot. He could only watch as she then turned her wand to Hermione's barely moving form. "CRUCIO!"

Hermione's screams filled the air once again, her back arching up, as if trying to escape the pain. He watched the veins jutting out on her neck, her face turning purple. Her arms and legs were twitching as if she was being electrocuted.

Bellatrix, looking like a mad woman walked closer to the writhing girl, wand held out menacingly. He had heard her screams from the cellar, but being only feet away while it was happening was much worse. He felt like he was on fire, her screams sending jolts of pain straight through him. He would do anything...anything to stop it.

But he didn't have to. Although the spell was still happening, Hermione's screams had abruptly stopped, her body still writhing and twitching as she lay there, unconscious.