Author's Note: This fanfic is obviously based on Harry Potter; J. K. Rowling owns it all. I'm just borrowing it. You know the drill. Post HBP. Rated M for language, and things in later chapters (I'll warn you now).

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She lay staring at the ceiling as she had done for as long as she could remember. She did not remember anything at all before this dark room, only in her dreams did she venture beyond her 6 x 6 cell. Fragments came back then, painful scraps of a tall red haired boy and another boy with black messy hair and brilliant green eyes. There was a red haired girl sometimes with them. Many other people came and went, but these three were the ones she saw most.

Who are they? Who am I for that matter? she thought often after these dreams. She always found herself awakening from these dreams with tears streaming down her face, and wondered how she had gotten down here. Certainly this foul pace was underground, since she had no window and her door had but a flap that fit a tray of food under twice a day.

Why am I here? What happened to those people in my dreams? Have I gone mad?

One night, she dreamt of the boys again. They were younger this time, and they were outside at the edge of a forest looking at a hut with a pumpkin patch. There was a strange creature tied up in it. A few men exited the hut, and one man lifted an axe and executed the creature! The three of them were horrified, then a small creature escaped from the tall red-headed boy's grasp. "Scabbers!" he cried and tried to recover the rat. "Ron!" someone said, and she woke with a start. The red haired boy's name is Ron! Her memory would not serve her further, as hard as she tried to recall the name of the dark haired boy. But at least she got something back!

If only I could remember my own name…

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Meanwhile, Ron Weasley was sitting on his bed in the Burrow while Harry Potter was pacing restlessly from one end of the vibrantly orange room to the other. The posters were of the Chudley Cannons, but Ron was not concerned with Quidditch at the moment. He was on the verge of tears, running through his mind how many different and agonizing things that could be happening to Hermione Granger right now while he sat unable to find her. It was tearing him apart. Harry wasn't faring much beter, but at least he was trying to form a plan to find and rescue Hermione.

"Look mate, I know how horrible things are right now – " started Harry.

"They bloody well are! Damn it… Hermione I never thought it would come to this. Fuck, I wish I was in her place..." Ron broke down. Harry was at a loss for words but came and sat on his friend's bed as he sobbed into his hands.

"I love her Harry! I should've told her every day since first year I fancied her, and now she's been captured by the Death Eaters! What the hell are we going to do Harry?" Ron cried, scrubbing his eyes with his sleeve.

"You cut me off before I could tell you my idea," said Harry gently, and for a moment a ghost of his old smile flitted across his face.

"I'm all ears, mate."

"Right. Since the Order hasn't had much luck finding her, we're going to have to try something on our own. I figured we could go for Malfoy, that bastard's had it in for Hermione since first year. I guess he doesn't like the fact that someone Muggle-born is smarter than he'll ever be."

Ron stood up quickly and scrubbed his eyes again. "I'm ready when you are, Harry" was all he said.

"Listen Ron… she's my best friend too, alright? But we can't go right now, your parents will worry," That's the understatement of the year, thought Harry to himself; Mrs. Weasley would have our heads when we came back… "and Ginny will try to come along too. Plus we should get some more information before we rush off and get ourselves into trouble too." Harry said carefully.

"What if she's dying Harry? What if she's being tortured? What if she's been…" he turned white as a sheet at that thought. "We can't leave her with them another hour! I…" he trailed off, his pain-filled eyes silently begging Harry to tell him this was just a terribly real dream.

"I can't promise anything Ron. You know how things have been in the Order, and everywhere else, since Dumbledore was killed…" Harry stopped, then said, "But I know one thing: no matter what, we'll find her."

How was that? This is my first fanfic, so please review! Next chapters come up when I can.