Present Time

Bound to a chair, Ron stared stonily at the blank wall. When he'd woken up, this is where he had been, feet tied to the legs of the chair, arms contorted to be bound behind the back. Loose ropes encircled his torso as well as his legs, and a rag proved to be an effective gag.

Judging from the absence of his shirt and his abraded skin, his unconscious form had been dragged quite a bit from place to place. Now the raw sores chafed against wood and rope, but that was obviously the least of his problems. Most immediate was the problem of why.

That was answered almost immediately as the door opened, spilling light onto the captive. Having sat in the dark for longer than he could count, it caused him to flinch and squint as the mahogany iris adjusted to the lantern. When they had, the youth could clearly discern two forms, one of Pettigrew, who held the light, and the other was...

Making an astonished sound through the rag, Ron shrank into the chair as much as he could, hoping to get away from it, knowing his attempts were futile even as the vile form of Voldemort grinned, revealing sharp teeth.

"Well, well, if it isn't Harry Potter's best friend. Have no concern over your predicament, all will be well when your friend comes to me."

At this, the boy's cedar eyes widened, head shaken in horror.

"You doubt it? No, Potter will come. He would not let me kill his long time friend. He will come, and he will die, preventing the Order from existing. After all, the bearer of the Ring must be alive. But that, of course does not matter to you. You are here to feel pain, and for all of Britain to scream with you. Nocturna Vidento!"

As Ron watched, horrified, Voldemort brought his wand up, twin of Harry's, up to point at his bare chest. Shaking his head violently, as if he didn't believe this was happening, cedar eyes remained glued on the tip.

"Crucio"

The boy's muffled screams through the gag, the straining of his entire gaunt form against the bonds, and the tears of pain that ran unchecked down his white cheeks continued long into the night, echoing over the streets of London.

((I used a scene from the previous work I was doing because it worked out okay with a few minor changes. Nocturna Vidento loosely translated is 'They all see at night'. It's a spell to make everyone dream about it. I can't make my italics work, so that's why it isn't in the usual italics.))