Chapter 12 Being His guest

Rons pov

When Ron woke up his head was throbbing as though it had been through a blender than chucked back out. He realized he wasn't at Grimauld Place when he saw the room he was in. It looked like the inside of a jail cell except worse. The floor that he had been sleeping on had green grim all over it, dirt and dust. The walls were no better, and no worse until he saw empty chains hanging from them covered in blood and a patch of dried blood caked onto the floor under them. He moaned. Where WAS he? His heart was pounding in his throat, and the pounding jumped to his head when he heard the sound of the dungeon door opening slowly. Ron looked around. There was a big thick looking door on the other side of the dungeon prison which was pretty darn big. He noticed that the door was opening and in came a tall, evil looking man, with dark shoulder length hair, red eyes and pale skin. The man, if you could call a monster like that a man, pulled out his wand from his robes and walked to Ron.

"How is my guest doing? Mr. Ronald Weasley, I never gave you a proper welcome did I? Silly me, Let me do that now." Voldemort imperiously pointing his wand down at Ron and shouting "Crucio!". He screamed as he felt the curse it him and every jealous thought against Harry in him disappeared.

Harrys pov

He woke up on the hard earth of the forest floor. Dawn was coming but it was still dark out. What happened? he thought. He felt like he'd been hit with a bulldozer. He sat up and his scar seared, and his head pounded. So he laid back down. Then he remembered everything that happened last night. They didn't find him. Did they just give up? Or could they have missed him. After all he was lying in a dark forest with bushes and trees all around him. If only I had my wand. He stood up ignoring the hard pounding in his head, and started to walk as quickly as he could in the direction he'd been running from last night. But is this such a good idea? Probably not said a little voice in his head. But I need to get back to that road so I can hail the Knight bus, again. S0 he walked back until he could see the outline of the road and that huge house through the trees. Then he jumped as he heard a familiar voice begin to scream, although he barely heard it.

Rons pov.

He screamed in pain as the curse hit him and he writhed on the cold, hard floor. Once it was over he felt sick. His stomach hurt slightly in hunger and his whole body ached from the curse. Ron didnt want to look up, not wanting to see His face again. As he thought about it Voldemort spoke in a soft yet cold voice,

"Your so weak...you cant even face me...it is pathetic....So...how is your friend?...Harry Potter?...Let me tell you something...he was almost caught last night...just as one of my more loyal servants was fetching you I had the biggest surprise to find some of my other supporters on my front steps with the boy..." Ron felt even more sick and he looked up at Voldemort,

"Thats not true..." Ron said gaining some confidence. Voldemort was smiling though, in a way that told Ron that it WAS true.

"Oh but it IS true...sorry I don't have any proof for you...yet...my servants are out looking for him...and it helps that I know exactly were he is at this very moment....Perhaps I DO have some proof for you after all...." Voldemort finished triumphantly. Ron didnt move his sickness coming back into his stomach. Voldemort pulled up his wand and pointed it at him again. He expected to feel pain but instead he was pulled up off the ground and they walked (Ron was dragged) over to the window. The sun was up by now and they had a clear view of the forest.

"Look to the far left of the woods for your proof...." Voldemort said. Ron did and he saw Harry standing in the trees just noticeable. "Believe me now?" He hissed happily in Ron's ear, who felt like his sickness was creping up his throat.

Harrys pov

Harry gave the house a once over. It looked deserted, but then again he wouldn't have expected anyone to live there last night but Luscious wouldn't have had him dragged to the doorway if He wasn't there. Deciding that he needed to risk it he ran to the road, once he got out of the trees, since lining the road were metal wire fences blocked his way. As he ran as fast as he could, he pulled out his 'wand' and held it in front of him as he ran. He didn't know that in the creepy old house someone was laughing at him. When he reached the pavement he heard the sound of footsteps. He swung around, behind him three hooded Death Eaters were coming from the house, and spinning back around he saw four of them coming at him from the road on his left and four coming on his right. There was a minute were, in the early morning sleepiness, he wanted to just quit but it soon left him. He went to run and jump over the fence in front of him on the other side of the woods, almost guarding them from the road, but three dark-hooded figures wearing white masks apperated right next to him. He looked around startled and started to run. They were bigger and faster than him. They easily grabbed him and shoved something in to his hand just as someone else had done to Ron that night.