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It was night, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky, which meant that the moon could be seen perfectly, and that things could easily be seen in the light of the moon. Harry, who was on his Firebolt, decided to land, because he figured that he could easily be seen by a Muggle, or even worse, one of the Death Eaters. Harry pointed his broom toward the ground, and began to descend slowly. He was over a small town. In the distance, he could see a large house on a hill, and next to it, was a small cottage.
He landed, and found that he was in a graveyard. His heart gave a nasty jolt. He had been in this graveyard before, in his fourth year. Here he had witnessed Lord Voldemort return. This must mean that he was in Little Hangleton already! This was the town that Voldemort's father had lived in, and... Harry looked up, and in the distance saw the mansion. That must be where his son was being held. He hoped the Death Eaters wouldn't recognise him, even if he was in his Metamorphagus form. Harry took a deep breath, put his broom over his shoulder, and headed toward the mansion. He didn't want the Death Eaters to see him from the air.
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"AAARGH!"
Malfoy lowered his wand. He, and the other Death Eaters, and Ron, were in the large living room at the Riddle House. They were questioning Ron about Harry, but Ron wouldn't give them any answers. Then they had tortured Ron. It had been pain beyond endurance almost. Ron's ribs, which had been broken by Rodolphus, and which had pained Ron greatly as Bellatrix forced him out of the dungeons, up the stairs, and into the living room, were now sticking up at odd angles. Ron, who was was laying on the floor, could barely move because he was so weak from the pain.
"Answer the question!" said Lucius Malfoy.
Ron took a while to muster strength enough to talk, and when he did, he said, "No," in a voice barely above a whisper.
"Where is your father, Potter? Tell me!"
"No!" said Ron, again, in a voice barely above a whisper. "I won't!"
"Tell us, Potter, or we will kill you!" said Bellatrix.
"Well, you're going to have to kill me, then," Ron croaked, "because I'm never going to tell you."
Bellatrix raised her wand. "Very well, then," she said menacingly.
Lucius stuck out his hand, and pushed Bellatrix's wand out of the way. "No, Bella. His precious father will come here eventually."
Bellatrix lowered her wand. "Fine," she said.
"Good," said Lucius. "Now take Ron back to the cell."
"Why do I have to do it?"
"Just do it, Bella."
Bellatrix rolled her eyes. "Come on, Potter, get up."
Ron couldn't get up. He was in too much pain, and he was afraid that his ribs would puncture his lungs if he did.
"Get up, Potter!"
Again, Ron didn't move.
Bellatrix looked at the other three Death Eaters, who were smirking.
"What?" she said.
Lucius grinned, and looked at Dolohov and Rodolphus.
"I say she carries him to his cell," he said. "What say you two?"
"I'd better not have to-"
"Aw, come one, Bella!"
"No!"
"Look," said Lucius. "Either you carry him to his cell, and put him on that stone bed, or I'll Crucio you.
Grumbling, Bella bent down to pick up Ron. As she was raising him off the floor, he yelled in pain.
"AAAARGH!"
Bella carried him out of the living room, and down the stairs into the dungeons (not taking care to make the ride easier for Ron, who let out a moan of pain at every jolt). She placed him on the stone bed and smirked as Ron yelled again in pain as she did so. Bellatrix sneered at him, and locking the cell door, she sneered a minute more at him through the bars, and then went back up to the living room.
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Harry came to the hill on which rested the Riddle House. He couldn't see any lights on the place, and didn't know whether this was a good thing or a bad thing. Harry put down his broom for a second, and pulled out his wand. Then, bending down, he pick his broom back up and hoisted it onto his shoulder, and started walking up the hill.
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"Quick, you three! Over here!" whispered Lucius. When Bellatrix, Rodolphus, and Dolohov had crept up to him, Lucius continued. "Look, there's Harry. He does seem a little prepared, but we need to get him.
"What are we going to do?" Dolohov whispered.
"We're going to come up on him from all sides quietly. I'll come on him from the North. Dolohov, you from the South. Bella, you come up on him from the West, and Rodolphus, you from the East." There was a short pause. "You ready?" They nodded. "Ok, then let's go."
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Harry was halfway to the Riddle house. His heart was beating faster and faster. Again, he had that nasty feeling as though he was being watched. He stopped for a minute, but saw no one. Sighing, Harry continued his walk up the hill.
When he had almost reached the house, he heard a twig snap. Harry whipped around, but again, saw no one. Except... Harry squinted through the darkness. He thought he could see something, a figure. What was it? Was it a person? Or was he imagining things? Just as Harry resumed his journey up the hill, a voice shouted, "NOW!"
Harry dropped his broom, and dodged out of the way as a curse sped in his direction. Another curse headed his way, and he had to drop to the ground to avoid it. He pointed his wand in the direction that the curses had come from, and shouted, "STUPEFY!" He heard a voice call out "PROTEGO!" and Harry's charm whooshed right back at him. Harry rolled over to avoid it, and it hit the ground where he had been laying only a second before.
"STUPEFY!" Harry yelled again, and this time, he was sure he had hit one of the Death Eaters, because he heard on of them fall to the ground.
The other three came closer. They had their wands pointed at Harry. Harry lifted his wand, and shot a curse at the Death Eater who was nearest him. It missed. Harry shot another curse at the three Death Eaters, and got up quickly. His curse had missed, but the battle went on.
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Ron was very weak. He lay on the uncomfortable stone bed. He had been trying to fall asleep, but the stabbing pains in his chest prevented any sort of sleep whatsoever. Ron closed his eyes and let a few tears fall down his face. He missed his parents and his sisters. He missed Kelsey. Ron attempted to wipe the tears from his face, but when he did, a stabbing pain shot through his chest. He put his arm back down, wishing he hadn't been so stupid, wishing he hadn't knock down Bellatrix. If he hadn't done that, his ribs wouldn't be broken, and he wouldn't be in pain.
Suddenly, Ron stopped in the middle of his musings. He thought he could hear something coming from outside. He strained his ears, and thought he could hear shouts and bangs in the distance. Ron wondered vaguely what was going on. He was teetering on the edge of consciousness. He heard an exceptionally loud bang outside, and despite the pain, tried to sit up. But the pain was too great, and he slumped back down, unconcious.
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"Give it up, Potter!" said Lucius, as Harry dodged another curse. Harry's heart gave a nasty jolt. How did Lucius know it was him?
"How did you know it was me?" Harry asked. Harry heard laughing, and didn't see Bellatrix sneak over to the Stupefied Dolohov.
"I'd recognise that scar from anywhere, Potter."
Harry cursed, and heard more laughter.
"Now why don't you drop that disguise, Potter? Or shall I make you?"
Harry was silent.
"Drop the disguise, Potter," growled Lucius. "Or you'll never see your precious son again."
Harry sighed, and with a slight popping noise, had his untidy black hair, green eyes, and his usual looks back. Harry looked up at Lucius, who was sneering. For some reason, a white hot anger that Harry couldn't quite explain grew inside him. He raised his wand. "CRUCI-"
"EXPELLIARMUS!" said a voice from behind Harry.
His wand flew out of his hand, and he turned around. Dolohov had been brought back by Bellatrix, and it was Bellatrix who had disarmed him. She was holding Harry's wand in her hand, and grinning insanely.
"Get him, boys."
Lucius, Dolohov, and Rodolphus lunged for Harry. Harry tried everything to defend himself without a wand. He fought Lucius, Dolohov, and Rodolphus, but it was three against one, and Harry was eventually overpowered by a powerfull punch in the face by Rodolphus. Harry amost fell over, but Rodolphus caught him, and dragged him into the Riddle House, and forced him to go down into the dungeons.
"You'll be seeing your son in a minute," said Rodolphus. Something in his voice made Harry very worried. And scared.
"What've you done to him?" asked Harry, his fear showing in his voice. He ignored his lip, which had started to bleed.
He was ignored, but he thought he heard one or two of the Death Eaters laugh softly.
Rodolphus led Harry to a cell in the middle of the dungeons. He hadn't unlocked it yet, because he was talking to the other three Death Eaters. Harry had a chance to look in the cell. He saw a small window, through which a small beam of moonlight came, resting right on...
"Ron!" Harry said. "Ron!" But his son didn't answer. Harry looked closer at Ron. It looked to Harry as though Ron was unconcious. At least, he thought so. Ron's face looked bruised. Harry's eyes widened in fear. "What've you done to him?!?" Harry yelled frantically, struggling against Rodolphus's hold. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY SON?!?" Harry struggled even harder against Rodolphus's hold, but he wouldn't give way.
Laughing softly, Bellatrix unlocked the cell, and Rodolphus threw Harry in with such force that he hit the opposite wall, and slid down to the ground. The Death Eaters turned to leave.
"Good night, Potter," said Lucius.
"Yeah, sweet dreams," said Bellatrix's laughing voice.
Harry heard them exit the dungeons, and he hurried over to Ron and knelt down beside the stone bed on which he lay. Harry put his hand on Ron's shoulder, and then he noticed something that made his blood boil. Ron's ribs, or some of them, were broken, and were sticking out at odd angles. Harry stared at this, full of rage. But he had more pressing matters to deal with.
Harry shook his son a little.
Ron felt someone shake him, bringing him out of unconsciousness. He opened his eyes slowly. Amazingly, after he and been hit in the face, his glasses hadn't fallen off; he could see the face in front of him clearly.
"D-dad?" said Ron weakly.
"Hey, Ron," said Harry in a low voice. "How's my favorite son?"
Ron tried to smile, but all he managed was a pained grimace. His dad always asked him that question.
"Not too good," Ron said weakly. "I'm so hungry, Dad," Ron added, feeling tears at his eyes. "They haven't given me anything to eat. I haven't eaten for two days!"
"Shh...Ron, it's ok. I'm sure we'll manage," said Harry soothingly.
"No, we won't," Ron choked out. "Dad, I don't know if I can live through much more of this. They've been hurting me, torturing me. They've broken my ribs (though that was partially my fault). They've used the Cruciatus Curse on me. They've-"
"Ron, I'm sure you getting your ribs broken wasn't your fault," said Harry.
"But, Dad, it was. Bellatrix said something about you. Mocking you almost."
Harry didn't need to tell Ron to learn to control his temper better.
"And, Dad," Ron paused. Breathing was painful. "She said that she killed your godfather, Sirius Black. And also your friend, Ron Weasley. She said you named me after him."
Harry was shocked. He stared at Ron. He wished his son hadn't found that out.
"Dad?"
Harry gave his head a little shake.
"What?"
"Is it true?"
Harry looked into his son's eyes and hung his head.
"Yes," said Harry quietly. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I...I just didn't want to have to relive those memories. I'm sorry."
"It's okay." Ron felt tears coming down his face. "Dad, I miss Mum. I miss my sisters. I miss Kelsey."
"Ron, we'll see them again."
"I hope so," Ron whispered through his tears.
Harry leaned over and embraced his son in a hug.
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It was night, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky, which meant that the moon could be seen perfectly, and that things could easily be seen in the light of the moon. Harry, who was on his Firebolt, decided to land, because he figured that he could easily be seen by a Muggle, or even worse, one of the Death Eaters. Harry pointed his broom toward the ground, and began to descend slowly. He was over a small town. In the distance, he could see a large house on a hill, and next to it, was a small cottage.
He landed, and found that he was in a graveyard. His heart gave a nasty jolt. He had been in this graveyard before, in his fourth year. Here he had witnessed Lord Voldemort return. This must mean that he was in Little Hangleton already! This was the town that Voldemort's father had lived in, and... Harry looked up, and in the distance saw the mansion. That must be where his son was being held. He hoped the Death Eaters wouldn't recognise him, even if he was in his Metamorphagus form. Harry took a deep breath, put his broom over his shoulder, and headed toward the mansion. He didn't want the Death Eaters to see him from the air.
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"AAARGH!"
Malfoy lowered his wand. He, and the other Death Eaters, and Ron, were in the large living room at the Riddle House. They were questioning Ron about Harry, but Ron wouldn't give them any answers. Then they had tortured Ron. It had been pain beyond endurance almost. Ron's ribs, which had been broken by Rodolphus, and which had pained Ron greatly as Bellatrix forced him out of the dungeons, up the stairs, and into the living room, were now sticking up at odd angles. Ron, who was was laying on the floor, could barely move because he was so weak from the pain.
"Answer the question!" said Lucius Malfoy.
Ron took a while to muster strength enough to talk, and when he did, he said, "No," in a voice barely above a whisper.
"Where is your father, Potter? Tell me!"
"No!" said Ron, again, in a voice barely above a whisper. "I won't!"
"Tell us, Potter, or we will kill you!" said Bellatrix.
"Well, you're going to have to kill me, then," Ron croaked, "because I'm never going to tell you."
Bellatrix raised her wand. "Very well, then," she said menacingly.
Lucius stuck out his hand, and pushed Bellatrix's wand out of the way. "No, Bella. His precious father will come here eventually."
Bellatrix lowered her wand. "Fine," she said.
"Good," said Lucius. "Now take Ron back to the cell."
"Why do I have to do it?"
"Just do it, Bella."
Bellatrix rolled her eyes. "Come on, Potter, get up."
Ron couldn't get up. He was in too much pain, and he was afraid that his ribs would puncture his lungs if he did.
"Get up, Potter!"
Again, Ron didn't move.
Bellatrix looked at the other three Death Eaters, who were smirking.
"What?" she said.
Lucius grinned, and looked at Dolohov and Rodolphus.
"I say she carries him to his cell," he said. "What say you two?"
"I'd better not have to-"
"Aw, come one, Bella!"
"No!"
"Look," said Lucius. "Either you carry him to his cell, and put him on that stone bed, or I'll Crucio you.
Grumbling, Bella bent down to pick up Ron. As she was raising him off the floor, he yelled in pain.
"AAAARGH!"
Bella carried him out of the living room, and down the stairs into the dungeons (not taking care to make the ride easier for Ron, who let out a moan of pain at every jolt). She placed him on the stone bed and smirked as Ron yelled again in pain as she did so. Bellatrix sneered at him, and locking the cell door, she sneered a minute more at him through the bars, and then went back up to the living room.
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Harry came to the hill on which rested the Riddle House. He couldn't see any lights on the place, and didn't know whether this was a good thing or a bad thing. Harry put down his broom for a second, and pulled out his wand. Then, bending down, he pick his broom back up and hoisted it onto his shoulder, and started walking up the hill.
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"Quick, you three! Over here!" whispered Lucius. When Bellatrix, Rodolphus, and Dolohov had crept up to him, Lucius continued. "Look, there's Harry. He does seem a little prepared, but we need to get him.
"What are we going to do?" Dolohov whispered.
"We're going to come up on him from all sides quietly. I'll come on him from the North. Dolohov, you from the South. Bella, you come up on him from the West, and Rodolphus, you from the East." There was a short pause. "You ready?" They nodded. "Ok, then let's go."
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Harry was halfway to the Riddle house. His heart was beating faster and faster. Again, he had that nasty feeling as though he was being watched. He stopped for a minute, but saw no one. Sighing, Harry continued his walk up the hill.
When he had almost reached the house, he heard a twig snap. Harry whipped around, but again, saw no one. Except... Harry squinted through the darkness. He thought he could see something, a figure. What was it? Was it a person? Or was he imagining things? Just as Harry resumed his journey up the hill, a voice shouted, "NOW!"
Harry dropped his broom, and dodged out of the way as a curse sped in his direction. Another curse headed his way, and he had to drop to the ground to avoid it. He pointed his wand in the direction that the curses had come from, and shouted, "STUPEFY!" He heard a voice call out "PROTEGO!" and Harry's charm whooshed right back at him. Harry rolled over to avoid it, and it hit the ground where he had been laying only a second before.
"STUPEFY!" Harry yelled again, and this time, he was sure he had hit one of the Death Eaters, because he heard on of them fall to the ground.
The other three came closer. They had their wands pointed at Harry. Harry lifted his wand, and shot a curse at the Death Eater who was nearest him. It missed. Harry shot another curse at the three Death Eaters, and got up quickly. His curse had missed, but the battle went on.
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Ron was very weak. He lay on the uncomfortable stone bed. He had been trying to fall asleep, but the stabbing pains in his chest prevented any sort of sleep whatsoever. Ron closed his eyes and let a few tears fall down his face. He missed his parents and his sisters. He missed Kelsey. Ron attempted to wipe the tears from his face, but when he did, a stabbing pain shot through his chest. He put his arm back down, wishing he hadn't been so stupid, wishing he hadn't knock down Bellatrix. If he hadn't done that, his ribs wouldn't be broken, and he wouldn't be in pain.
Suddenly, Ron stopped in the middle of his musings. He thought he could hear something coming from outside. He strained his ears, and thought he could hear shouts and bangs in the distance. Ron wondered vaguely what was going on. He was teetering on the edge of consciousness. He heard an exceptionally loud bang outside, and despite the pain, tried to sit up. But the pain was too great, and he slumped back down, unconcious.
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"Give it up, Potter!" said Lucius, as Harry dodged another curse. Harry's heart gave a nasty jolt. How did Lucius know it was him?
"How did you know it was me?" Harry asked. Harry heard laughing, and didn't see Bellatrix sneak over to the Stupefied Dolohov.
"I'd recognise that scar from anywhere, Potter."
Harry cursed, and heard more laughter.
"Now why don't you drop that disguise, Potter? Or shall I make you?"
Harry was silent.
"Drop the disguise, Potter," growled Lucius. "Or you'll never see your precious son again."
Harry sighed, and with a slight popping noise, had his untidy black hair, green eyes, and his usual looks back. Harry looked up at Lucius, who was sneering. For some reason, a white hot anger that Harry couldn't quite explain grew inside him. He raised his wand. "CRUCI-"
"EXPELLIARMUS!" said a voice from behind Harry.
His wand flew out of his hand, and he turned around. Dolohov had been brought back by Bellatrix, and it was Bellatrix who had disarmed him. She was holding Harry's wand in her hand, and grinning insanely.
"Get him, boys."
Lucius, Dolohov, and Rodolphus lunged for Harry. Harry tried everything to defend himself without a wand. He fought Lucius, Dolohov, and Rodolphus, but it was three against one, and Harry was eventually overpowered by a powerfull punch in the face by Rodolphus. Harry amost fell over, but Rodolphus caught him, and dragged him into the Riddle House, and forced him to go down into the dungeons.
"You'll be seeing your son in a minute," said Rodolphus. Something in his voice made Harry very worried. And scared.
"What've you done to him?" asked Harry, his fear showing in his voice. He ignored his lip, which had started to bleed.
He was ignored, but he thought he heard one or two of the Death Eaters laugh softly.
Rodolphus led Harry to a cell in the middle of the dungeons. He hadn't unlocked it yet, because he was talking to the other three Death Eaters. Harry had a chance to look in the cell. He saw a small window, through which a small beam of moonlight came, resting right on...
"Ron!" Harry said. "Ron!" But his son didn't answer. Harry looked closer at Ron. It looked to Harry as though Ron was unconcious. At least, he thought so. Ron's face looked bruised. Harry's eyes widened in fear. "What've you done to him?!?" Harry yelled frantically, struggling against Rodolphus's hold. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY SON?!?" Harry struggled even harder against Rodolphus's hold, but he wouldn't give way.
Laughing softly, Bellatrix unlocked the cell, and Rodolphus threw Harry in with such force that he hit the opposite wall, and slid down to the ground. The Death Eaters turned to leave.
"Good night, Potter," said Lucius.
"Yeah, sweet dreams," said Bellatrix's laughing voice.
Harry heard them exit the dungeons, and he hurried over to Ron and knelt down beside the stone bed on which he lay. Harry put his hand on Ron's shoulder, and then he noticed something that made his blood boil. Ron's ribs, or some of them, were broken, and were sticking out at odd angles. Harry stared at this, full of rage. But he had more pressing matters to deal with.
Harry shook his son a little.
Ron felt someone shake him, bringing him out of unconsciousness. He opened his eyes slowly. Amazingly, after he and been hit in the face, his glasses hadn't fallen off; he could see the face in front of him clearly.
"D-dad?" said Ron weakly.
"Hey, Ron," said Harry in a low voice. "How's my favorite son?"
Ron tried to smile, but all he managed was a pained grimace. His dad always asked him that question.
"Not too good," Ron said weakly. "I'm so hungry, Dad," Ron added, feeling tears at his eyes. "They haven't given me anything to eat. I haven't eaten for two days!"
"Shh...Ron, it's ok. I'm sure we'll manage," said Harry soothingly.
"No, we won't," Ron choked out. "Dad, I don't know if I can live through much more of this. They've been hurting me, torturing me. They've broken my ribs (though that was partially my fault). They've used the Cruciatus Curse on me. They've-"
"Ron, I'm sure you getting your ribs broken wasn't your fault," said Harry.
"But, Dad, it was. Bellatrix said something about you. Mocking you almost."
Harry didn't need to tell Ron to learn to control his temper better.
"And, Dad," Ron paused. Breathing was painful. "She said that she killed your godfather, Sirius Black. And also your friend, Ron Weasley. She said you named me after him."
Harry was shocked. He stared at Ron. He wished his son hadn't found that out.
"Dad?"
Harry gave his head a little shake.
"What?"
"Is it true?"
Harry looked into his son's eyes and hung his head.
"Yes," said Harry quietly. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I...I just didn't want to have to relive those memories. I'm sorry."
"It's okay." Ron felt tears coming down his face. "Dad, I miss Mum. I miss my sisters. I miss Kelsey."
"Ron, we'll see them again."
"I hope so," Ron whispered through his tears.
Harry leaned over and embraced his son in a hug.
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