Chapter 4:
Flashes of light. Blue, green, red. Wait, green, heading straight for Fred. NO!
Ron woke with a start. "Oh man what a nightmare," he said to himself in the dark of his room.
He looked around himself, seeing that his room had been replaced by a stark dungeon. He tried to sit up but found that he already was. His hands were bound to a poll and suddenly he felt the sharp pain of a broken rib. There was nothing in the room except for a hooded figure standing in a corner with his wand held limply at his side.
The hooded figure moved slowly towards him, showing that it was in fact a man. Suddenly the man began to laugh. "Well look who it is, little Weasel-bee!"
"Malfoy?" Ron choked out, finding his lips caked with dried blood. He tried to lick his lips and winced.
"Oh does it hurt Weasley?" Malfoy asked, snickering. He raised his wand, "Maybe I should help stop the pain?"
"No!" a voice from behind them said sternly. "No, I want to ask Mr. Weasley here some questions. I need him alive. When I get the answers I need, then you can do with him what you please."
The voice was that of a man Ron had only seen in his nightmares for ten years. That snake of a man who had killed so many innocent people simply because he could.
"What do you want from me?" Ron asked, tugging at the ropes that bound him.
Voldemort sneered and walked forward "I want to talk to you about you best friend."
"I will never betray Harry!" Ron yelled.
The dark lord laughed coldly. "That can be changed," he said coldly. He raised his wand. Ron screamed a blood curdling scream and his head fell against his shoulder.
A/N: Sorry it took so long. Writers block. Hopefully the next chapter will be easier. Enjoy.