YaY! I had three reviews for my last chappie, Ik voel zo heppie, o zo heppie deze dag! (TheGhostOfMe: starts singing along...)Uh-Oh... it is not TheGhostofMe anymore...HeartlessMisery?

Thanks to: wolfawaken, HeartlessMisery and KannaKyomu…
This chappie will let you know what had happened, why he is there, who are they but I guess you have guessed it already :P

"Mother fuckers!"

Betrayed by my two best friends, ex-best friends to be specific… lovely…not.

Hermione, she was a slut, owned by Draco. No, Draco did not like her, mud blood, you see… but he too, as for many for us too, wanted to experience the pleasures of life, just like Ron had said. She too knew she was going to die, eventually, it is a feeling you get, the feeling I have right now… When I found out, 24 days ago, I immediately tracked her down, searched every inch, every hint I took in… every rumor… just to find her. Well, as they say, every act has consequences… so did mine… three weeks here… worse than Hell.

FLASH BACK

I found her hiding in her grandparents' house, not very smart for her, but still quite mystifying. She knew this day was going to come, but not just that very day, she was not prepared, she was not even holding her wand. Completely shocked, she cried and plead for mercy. Do I give her mercy, is the question… and the answer is no. I did a sharp movement with my wand, exclaimed 'Curcio!', and sat next to her, talking all about her betrayal to me. Suffering and crying, huge pearl like tears fell in her rosy cheeks. She deserves it, I kept on thinking, she fucking well deserves it.

Few hours later, she fell down on the floor; I waited for five minutes, no movement… I touched gently her wrist, and … cold… Ahhh, I thought, my task is finished here…

I gave my last glance at her inactive body before I walked out. They found out, I do not know how they did it, but they found me as well.

Draco was furious, that is why I am 'his' prisoner, I am his, for torturing. I am like his stress ball; whenever he is stressed out he takes a wand or a bar or something to let his anger, on me.

Ron, well, he is an other story… he is a loser, a whiny little wimpy bastard! He could not face the day of his own death; it was very clever of him. Indeed, indeed, he knew, as for most of the people did too, that the Dark Lord Voldemort was going to reign, be in power… and then the so little goodness of life would disappear, totally. Vanish into the air… and this meant that they would seek down everyone who was against Voldemort, and then they made sure they really brought them down, the deepest you can go… death. In addition, death was like a swearword to Ron's ears, filthy, unacceptable, in fact it was even worse than that… he feared Voldemort. Therefore, even though they called him blood traitor, they still let him join.

Now… he is at the same level as Draco, not low, but quite high, above average… Death Eaters, as we call them… Not pleasant.

Before I killed Hermione, I went to the Weasley's house… the clock on the wall, all of the nine hands were pointing to death, except one. Ron's hand was in 'work'. Some people say he killed them all, was forced to, or he was possessed, or under a spell.

As I said before; betrayal…

I scratched with a chalk on the wall, next to my other lines, an other line… it indicates of the days I have spent here… And I write a little poem, my last one… I never was a great poet, but since these past three weeks, so little mean so much to me…

"I wish for this night-time
to last for a lifetime
The darkness around me
Shores of a solar sea
Oh how I wish to go down with the sun
Sleeping
Weeping
With you"

Ah, bloody hell… these past three weeks here have change me…