Weasley Kidnapping

**No one's pov** (lol heh heh, this bits a bit weird, but it gets a lot better when it gets to Ron's pov, so sit through it!)

Ron, Hermione and Harry were sitting in the last compartment of the scarlet Hogwarts train, as it pulled up to Station 9 4/3. Ginny Weasley came in to tell excitedly them they had reached their destination, and looked on mysteriously as Harry asked her twin brothers to stay behind for a minute. The six of them clambered off the large locomotive and onto the platform, spotting Mrs Weasley, a plump, kind, but sometimes scary woman, who happened to be the mother of all but two of them there.

Harry and Hermione smiled thankfully as Mrs Weasley hugged and kissed them, as well as her other teen children.

"So nice to see you all again," she said sweetly as her eyes focused mainly on Harry in pity, who had had quite a rough experience recently.

"Mum," Ron asked, "can Harry stay with us again over the summer, if Dumbledore says it's ok?" Ron winked at Harry, who grinned back, hoping against hope that he'd be aloud.

"Of course he can, as long it's ok with Professor Dumbledore."

"Yes!" Ron and Harry chorused, giving each other a small secret high-five. Hermione looked away awkwardly, obviously wondering whether she could stay as well. Mrs Weasley seemed to noticed this, as she added, 'and I'm sure we can find some room for you to, Hermione.' Hermione grinned broadly, her brown eyes twinkling.

"Come on," said Fred, "we want to get home some time soon, you know!"

"Yeah, this place smells," added George disgustedly. Harry could tell they were eager to get home and decide what to do with the thousand galleons he had just given them, to nobody else's' knowledge but their own.

"Alright, alright you two, honestly! Come on you lot, let's go." She motioned for them two follow her through the bewitched wall that would lead them to King's Cross Station, and they followed her in pairs - Harry and Hermione in front, then Ron and Ginny at back.

The first lot went through the wall without any trouble, but, as Ron and Ginny stepped forward, they knew something had gone drastically wrong. Instead of coming out into a bright and heavily packed train station full of muggles, they came out into a mouldy, stuffy old room with boarded windows. Ron looked around, squinting into the surrounding darkness that seemed to close in all around them. Ginny whimpered softly, and Ron grabbed her hand, which received a tight squeeze.

Ron stiffened when he heard a noise issue from somewhere in the dank room, and shivered when the back of his neck prickled, as though he was being watched. His breath was coming in deep, painful gasps now, and he was too scared to talk, but he tried desperately to calm himself down for Ginny, who he knew would be terrified.

A loud yell issued behind them, and before they both had time to turn around, they were hit on the head by something large and metal, and send swirling into nothingness.

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**Ron's Pov**

Ron knew he was awake by the hard thump, thump, thump of his pounding heart drumming in his head. His senses slowly sharpened, and he felt himself lying on a cold stone floor, something warm stirring at his side. Everything that had happened rushed to him in a wave of understanding, and his eyes shot open, only to see darkness. A glint of red hair was sprawled across his shoulder, which he was relieved to find out was Ginny, and this way he could keep a safe eye on his only little sister. He checked for the wand in his pocket, but it was gone.

He ever so slowly sat up, his head still throbbing with his massively oversized monster of a headache. Ginny groaned, sitting up and joining him in his confusion and dismay as they surveyed their surroundings. As far as they could see (which wasn't far, considering their seemed to be no windows in the room), was that they were in some kind of small, damp cell. Ron shook the bars, checking for any weaknesses, but stopped suddenly when he heard a noise ahead of him.

"Ron...?" Ginny whimpered, clinging onto his arm as they heard someone climbing down a staircase up ahead.

"Don't worry Ginny," he answered soothingly, 'everything's going to be alright...I won't ever let anything hurt you, OK?" Ginny nodded her head, her blue eyes shimmering with tears.

A door opened in front of them and they screwed their eyes up in protest to the blinding light that had just filled the room, penetrating the darkness. Ron shielded his face from the light with his arm, shaking with fear as he saw a shadow step through the doorway, chuckling softly.

"Ahh, you're awake," it said, in a very familiar drawling voice. Ron, still trying to work out where he knew that voice from, started when the man (or that's what it seemed) stalked towards them in a menacing manner. Ron was very perturbed when he thought about how the man could see them perfectly, but he was still a shadowy figure to them, due to the light directions.

Ron, being a Gryffindor at heart, summoned up his courage enough to stammer out, "wh-what do you want with us? Why are we here? A-and where are we?"

"Well, you're full of questions, aren't you just?" The man sneered, and Ron knew where he had heard that voice before - it was Draco Malfoy's Deatheater of a father, Lucius Malfoy! Luscious drew level with the cell, tapping at the bars, boasting that he was free and they were trapped like animals, with no way of escape. 'I'll answer all your questions in good time, I promise.'

"Please let my sister go..." Ron begged, hoping rather than believing that it would be agreed to. He squeezed his Ginny's hand, which had found it's way into his own again, and was cold and clammy, much like himself. He felt cold on the outside, but on the inside his nerves buzzed and prickled with fear, and he was sweating, even though he wasn't hot at all.

"Hmmm, however appealing that may be to me, I'm afraid I'm going to have to decline," Lucius said, mock kindly. "After all, my plan just simply wouldn't work properly without both of you two fine, muggle-loving specimens at my mercy."

Ginny shivered, and Ron was startled when she spoke up. "Please, Mr Malfoy, let us go!" She squealed, her grip on Ron's hand tightening so hard it hurt.

"Oh, so you've guessed who I am already? Very clever. But no, I don't think I'll let you go - either of you. How many times am I going to have to tell you that?" He shook his head in a disappointed way, and Ron became sick to the stomach at the way they were being treated by this murderous man.

"Ok, so then...t-tell us what your plans are..." Ron hoped to God he sounded a lot better than he felt; the courage inside him only a tiny flicker of light, compared to the darkness of fear that surrounded him. His stomach was still queasy, and he felt a drop of cold sweat run down the side of his clammy face.

"Very well, if I must, I must." Ron was surprised that Lucius was actually going to tell him, and the light inside of him shone a little bit brighter. "Well, since you know who I am, you know my absolute hatred for your father, and your entire poor, disgusting, Muggle-loving, Mudblood-loving, filthy family."

Lucius laughed, and Ron felt a cold stab of hatred for him deep down somewhere in his heart. How dare he call his family all those things, with what he and his family did! He growled, without realising the sound had actually escaped his lips, and his stomach dropped when he noted how much he sounded like a wild animal trapped in a cage.

"Anyway, I despise your father most of all, so, as a way to get to him and hurt him, I'm using his most beloved, and most vulnerable, children. My plan is to use threats against you to ruin him and his career (or so to call it), and send him crashing and burning into the ground, along with your whole family! I can get him to do anything I want any time I want now that I have you two, and the first thing I think I'll tell him to do is quit his stupid job. Yes, that's sounds good." He was by now talking more to himself then Ron and Ginny. Ron felt guilty somehow about what was going to happen to his father and the rest of his family, and it was all his fault.

"What are you g-going to do?" Ginny stammered, barely above a whisper.

'Why would I tell you before I do it?' Lucius Malfoy asked indignantly, 'where's the fun and surprise in that? No, I think I'll just wait for you to find out for yourselves. All I can say is that, it's going to be a lot of fun...for me that is. I doubt it'll be any fun for you.' He let out a cruel, evil laugh and left the room, slamming the door behind him and enclosing them once more in total darkness.

'R-ron?' Ginny whispered in his ear, making him jump.

'Yes?'

'Are we going to get out of this alive?'

Ron was horror-struck with the thought, and tried to push it to the back of his head, fixing his mind instead of a way to escape from there. No ideas came to him just yet. 'Of course we are, Gin', of course! Don't worry your silly ginger head, OK? Like I said, I won't let anything happen to you - even if you are my dumb little sister.'

His big-brotherly insults and teasing seemed to cheer her up a bit, and she punched him softly on the shoulder, smiling and wiping the silent tears from her eyes. Ron knew he would stick to his promise - he would rather die before having anything or anyone hurt Ginny.

The two of them decided to get some sleep, since there was not much else to do, it was dark, and they still both had huge migraine-headaches. Curling up in a ball together, body-heat sending warmth flowing through them, and sending them both into a restless and uneasy sleep. No matter what happened, they'd always stay together, no matter what.