AN: Another short one, sorry. But I'm updating, aren't I?


"Will you come outside with me?" Ron whispered in Gwen's ear. The noise of the common room was near deafening because it was New Year's Eve, and midnight was creeping slowly closer.
"Alright then." Gwen set down her butterbeer and, hand in hand, Ron and Gwen made their way through the crowd towards the portrait hole. Outside the castle the air was bitterly cold, and Gwen watched as their breath, made visible with frost, rose towards the grey-black heavens. Snow swirled around them in soft flurries, sticking in their hair and eyelashes. They walked silently towards the edge of the grounds before Gwen loked at Ron expectantly. "Is there something wrong?"
"No, I just wanted to be alone with you." Ron sighed and looked towards the sky, blinking snow out of his eyes. "When I was little I used to wish that I was someone else. Someone who was smarter, or had less family members, or had more money. Every night before going to bed I'd wish upon a star that I would wake up being someone completely different... I thank God my wish was never granted. Because if I was someone different I never would have met Harry, or Hermione, I never would have had the adventures I've had, and I never would have met you. I never would have known your smile, or your eyes, or your touch. I never would have known what I know now, that I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you."
Gwen looked at Ron in shock. She didn't know what brought this speech on, but it made her feel warm even in the snow. Ron leaned down to kiss her, and she melted into him. They were so wrapped up in each other that they didn't hear the footsteps crunching behind them in the snow...
Gwen was pulled from Ron suddenly, an invisible hand pressing over her mouth. She tried to scream, but the hand pressed to her mouth made it impossible. She was running out of air quickly, and she felt the edges of her vision blur into darkness.
Ron screamed her name in horror as he watched her disappear without a trace in front of him. Desperately searching in shock, he was too flustered to know that he was also a target. The invisible figure struck Ron to the ground, rendering him unconcious. He too was slipped under the invisibility cloak, and they were pulled into the Forbidden Forest.
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The world swam into focus as Gwen regained conciousness. Shaking her head slightly, she kept her eyes shut, trying to get the focus off her very awful, very real dream. "Ron?" She croaked out, feeling beside for him, expecting they had fallen asleep in her dormitory.
"Why hello there." A voice snarled from above her. Her breath caught in her throat, and she timidly looked up. It hadn't been a dream: her father was standing directly above her. "Nice to see you finally woke up, you worthless girl."
Gwen, in blind panic, looked fearfully around her. They were in a small clearing, which Gwen suspected was located in the Forbidden Forest, where trees had been parted so moonlight strewn directly onto them. The forest around them was deathly silent, as if the animals had all run in fear.
There were other people there, also. Ten others, Gwen counted, all broken into couples. Some were old, some young. There was someone else, standing maliciously beside her father, his face broken into an amused smirk: Wormtail.
There was a moan behind her. Turning around, she saw Ron, his head bruised and bloody. "Ron..." She whispered, and reached out to touch him, but she was pulled fiercely away. "Get away from me!" She shouted, and Ron stirred and awoke as she pulled harshly from her father's grasp. "I hate you! Why the hell am I here?" She didn't care any longer to steer clear of talking back or yelling at him. She had been taken from her home at Hogwarts, and they had involved Ron.
"What did you say?" Jon Healy growled, his eyes flashing. Gwen stood up defiantly, her height only slightly under his.
"Why are we here?" She asked cooly, the tone of her voice bitter and angry.
"Oh, that..." Her father laughed: a cruel evil bark that hurt her ears. "You see, my dear daughter," he ran a cold finger under her chin, forcing her head up, "I finally found a use for you.There's a spell, quite wonderful, actually, that you and your little lover boy are to be involved with." He smirked, "If the bond of love is broken six times on the first of a new year, the power shall be turned into useable magic. Just enough Dark magic to make a certain someone powerful enough to come back and torment those who defied him."
Gwen gulped, but kept the brave look in her eyes. Voldemort was coming back.