Ron's eyes were wide with fear as he tried to take in the scene before him. There was Voldemort, holding his little sister with a look of pure malice in his eyes. "You can't kill her! I won't let you!" Ron ran forward and tried to grab Ginny from Lord Vodemort's grasp. Ron had never been this scared in his entire life. He remembered how horrified he was when Ginny had been taken into the Chamber of Secrets, and he was at least three times that terrified now.

Ron managed to loosen Vodemort's bony hand from Ginny's robes. Ginny wrapped her arms tightly around her brother and sobbed. She was so scared and confused. She imagined she must have looked-a sixteen year-old sobbing like a baby into her older brother's robes, but she didn't care. Ron hugged his sister close to him, glaring at Voldemort.

"How dare you threaten to hurt my sister?" Ron cried. Voldemort stepped closer to him.

"Well, Mr. Weasly, how do you expect me to train you with out a test subject?" Voldemort sounded annoyed. "Give me the girl!"

Ron pulled Ginny back. "You can't have her!" Ron bellowed.

Voldemort ignored him and continued walking forward. Ron turned towards his sister. "Run Ginny! Get back into the school!" Ginny didn't hesitate and ran as fast as she could across the Hogwarts grounds.

Ron looked at Voldemort in disgust. "Promise or no promise, you can't hurt my sister!" He suddenly realized that this wasn't what he wanted.

"I don't want to kill anyone!" Ron thought, "Harry's my best friend in the world! I can't hurt him, or anyone else!" He stepped towards Voldemort.

"The deal's off!"

"Not so fast Mr. Weasly!" Voldemort beckoned, "Don't you want to be great? Don't you want to be famous?"

"Yes I do," Ron agreed, "But I don't want to kill my friends and family in the process!"

Without another word he was headed for the castle, hoping to catch up with Ginny in time to explain himself.

As he was running toward the school, Ron looked over his shoulder to see Voldemort with his wand pointed straight at him. The last thing Ron could remember was a flash of blue and Voldemort's cold voice shouting, "Contovar Asolioso!"

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"You should have cooperated, Mr. Weasly," Voldemort whispered to Ron's unmoving body, "But I'll still get my revenge on Harry Potter, through you!"

Ron's living, but unconscious body lay on the soft, mossy ground of the Forbidden Forest with Voldemort standing over him. As Voldemort spoke to him, Ron could hear none of it, for he was under an extremely powerful spell. While Ron was unconscious, Voldemort had the ability to make him do whatever he wanted. Voldemort had used an old hypnotism spell that allowed him to give Ron instructions that he MUST follow. Fortunately for Voldemort, Ron was forced to obey every word of it and could not even remember what really happened.

Voldemort leaned close to Ron and whispered in his ear. "I want you to sneak back into the school. Try to remain unseen. Go up to your dormitory and sleep. If that sister of yours mentions what happened tonight, tell her you remember none of it and that she was dreaming. Continue your classes as usual. If anyone mentions this, it never happened. Deny it all, you hear me? Tomorrow night, return to this spot for further instructions, or you'll never see your sister again!"

Even in his unconscious state, Ron shuddered at those last words. Voldemort waved his wand over Ron's face. His eyes popped open and, without even acknowledging Voldemort's presence, he began running towards the school. Voldemort let out a low chuckle of satisfaction.

"Everything's going as planned," he thought, "Soon Harry Potter will be no more!"