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Broken Dreams

Chapter Six

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Ron lay in his bed staring blankly at the ceiling, tears drowning his eyes. The dream was still clear in his mind, playing over and over again like a broken record. He could feel the fear as Death Eaters surrounded her before they took her away from him. He could still see her desperate eyes as she tried to find someone who could help her. He could feel the pain inside of her as she collapsed onto the muddy ground, and he could feel the energy draining from her. He could even see what she saw last, him fighting just meters away.

It hurt him to think; to know that he couldn't help her. A sense of guilt washed over him as he realised that if he had noticed she was in danger, and had managed to save her, she would be here with him today. He tried so hard to imagine what life would be like if she was with him, but the more he thought about it; more pain came with it.

He felt empty without her, he felt like he was a puzzle with one piece of him missing, and that piece was Hermione. Until he found Hermione, the piece that was missing from his puzzle, he would never be complete.

"Funny," He said to himself through his tears, "That you only realise how important someone is to you, after they are gone…"

He turned on to his side and curled up in a ball. Since Hermione's disappearance he was a different person. He couldn't bring himself to think about Hermione without shedding a few tears and when he saw a picture of her smiling he just grew angry. He was angry because she was taken away from him; she was taken away from happiness and people that care to a place where she was unhappy and mistreated.

He yawned, clearly tired from the lack of sleep. He tried to stop himself from falling asleep, fearing what he might see next, but his eyes were too strong as they slowly shut, leaving him sleeping for the first time since his dream about Hermione.

His eyes ached as he tried to open them, the light from the moon stinging them as they grew apart. He tried to get up but the pain in his lungs stopped him. He choked a sob from the lack of air. His hand gave way as a shooting pain rushed through it leaving him to cry out in pain. Tears ran down his face as he realised that he was in a place he did not recognise.

"Where am I?" He asked in an almost whisper, his throat was sore from dehydration.

A door burst open and he could hear several pairs of footsteps walking in to the room where he was obviously held captive. He slowly looked up to be greeted with a smirking masked man.

"Well, Well, Miss Granger. Who would have thought we would capture such a beast," He sneered as he looked down at him.

"The only beast in this room is you!" He found himself retorting.

"The mudblood has quite a mouth on her," He said, smirking to the Death Eater that stood next to him, his expression immediately changed to serious. He grabbed his hair and he yelped in pain, he forced him to look into his cold eyes and glared at him before saying: "Don't you DARE say that to me again!" Pushing her forcefully back to the ground.

As he hit the floor he cried out in pain from not having fully recovered from the war. He refused to let tears fall; he refused to show signs of weakness to his captor.

"You are not worthy of speaking to me in that tone, it is not your place to be speaking to such people as myself," He spat and he headed for the door.

Ron flinched as the door slammed loudly, enclosing Hermione from the outside world.

Ron awoke drenched in cold sweat having just woken up from a terrible dream. He couldn't control his breathing, seeing Hermione being mistreated in such a way felt like someone had just ripped his heart out. He choked on his sobs and tears fell uncontrollably down his face. He felt Hermione's pain, he could see what Hermione was going through and what he saw made him feel even worse.

"Hermione…" He said as he took a deep breath to try and calm himself down, "Why wasn't I there for you when you needed me most?"

"It would do you good Miss Granger," A cold, stern voice said "To remember your place here, who you belong to"

Hermione scowled, "I belong to no one, you can't put a price on a huma…"

"Ah, but you aren't human Granger. No, you are an animal, a disgusting, vile animal"

Hermione flinched as the words cut through her like daggers, 'No, I will not let them see my weakness!' She thought to herself, 'I will NOT let them see me cry'

"It seems that Miss Granger can not think of anything to reply with," Lucius said cruelly as he lifted her chin up with his leather gloves so he could look into her eyes.

"I have nothing to say to cowards like you!" Hermione hissed venomously.

Lucius scowled and pushed Hermione violently away from him. Hermione landed with a thud on the floor and she cried out in pain, "How dare you speak to me in that tone! You should learn your place, have respect for those who are above you. You are nothing more that a piece of filth! Remember that," He sneered as Hermione tried to stop the tears from escaping her already tear glazed eyes.

"I can't stand this anymore!"

After Hermione was escorted back to her prison she was finally able to shed the tears she had been fighting to keep in. She had refused to show signs of weakness to the Death Eaters, showing signs of weakness would instantly let them know that they are getting what they want, a reaction.

Hermione found it hard not to cry due to her constant fear of the fact that she may never leave this place. She desperately wanted to hear Ron's kind and gentle voice again, his voice would give her the strength she needed to keep going. She wanted to be found, she wanted to be rescued but she doubted help would come. She had no wand and she couldn't even think about apparating due to the strong wards surrounding this place.

In the two years spent here, she still didn't know where she was. She was unconscious when she came here and as far as she was concerned she could be anywhere in the world.

"I need to get out, I need to…"

"Hermione," Jo called out as she grabbed her by the arm, "Please calm down!"

"I can't! Don't you see? I can't! We are going to be here forever up until the day we die! We may even STILL be here when we are gone! There is no hope unless we do something! We NEED to do something!"

At that point, Hermione broke down into a fit of tears. Jo slid to the floor with her and held her as she cried.

"Hermione, we will find a way out of here," A voice from the far corner of the room stated, "We just need to come up with something" He added sounding unsure.

Hermione wiped her tears away, "I know you mean well, but we just can't…everything is just hopeless…"

Jo pushed Hermione away and stood up, "Weren't you the same person who told me that hope was helping you through this? What about your hope that Ron will find you? You spoke so strongly about your hope, about it helping you through this and now…now you are letting that go? Don't give up on yourself Hermione! It's giving those bastards exactly what they want!"

Hermione sighed, "Don't start…I'm not in the mood to be accused of being a hypocrite!"

"I'm not accusing you of anything, Hermione," Jo retorted, "I am trying to make you remember what you said to me last night since you seemed to have forgotten"

Hermione looked up at her friend, "I haven't forgotten, I just…it's just…" Hermione couldn't go on any further as her tears fell silently down her pale cheek. "I miss him so much…"

Jo bit her lip and smiled sympathetically at her friend, "Hermione…we know you miss him, we miss our loved ones but we have learnt that we have to stay strong. We have to stay strong for them. At least we know we are alive and well…I wouldn't say we are doing ok but at least we know we are still here. They don't. They will always have that hope that one day we will return to them and everything will go back to normal-how it should be. It is that hope that lies in every one of us in this room, and although we may forget it is there, or feel let down by it. It is there; it is within you. Your hope is Ron's hope, and if you don't believe, if you don't hope for freedom then what chance does he have in bringing you back to him?" Jo said in a gentle but determined voice.

There were numerous nods around the room from the other people who, like Hermione were held captive. "Now look who's doing the pep talk," Jo joked lightly, and despite her mood Hermione smiled.

"Thanks Jo, I don't know what came over me…" Hermione smiled nervously and pulled her knees to her chest.

"Maybe you're scared, worried that we will never leave this place," The young woman in the corner said solemnly. She was one of the youngest of the prisoners, which made her vulnerable in itself. Hermione was angry at the fact that she was taken away to this place. Lizzie was only sixteen when she was taken from her family.

"We will leave this place Lizzie," Hermione said with a reassuring smile, "We just need to stay strong and stick together"

Lizzie made no reply but simply smiled nervously. It was as if she was in deep thought, something she never used to do up until recently. Hermione wondered what she was thinking about, and if it had anything to do with those Death Eaters.

"I could feel her pain Harry, it was horrible," Ron croaked through dry tears as he sat at Harry's and Ginny's kitchen table.

After the second dream, Ron found it hard to go back to sleep. He was terrified of what he might see next in the dreams, but also because he was unsure as to why he was having them now and not earlier.

Harry didn't know what to say. He couldn't tell Ron everything would be fine, because he didn't know it would. His mind was being plagued by nightmares of Hermione and what might have happened to her. He couldn't tell Ron that everything would work out because he knew for a fact that it wouldn't. He knew Ron was having those dreams for a reason, and he was determined to find out why. One thing was for sure; those dreams were making him a withering wreck.

"I'm just so tired…so very tired…" Ron said as he yawned, "Every time I sleep or even close my eyes I can see her and every time I see her she is in pain! She is hurt, scared and I am doing nothing about it!" He exclaimed, agitated from the lack of sleep and the stress that came with it.

Ginny was gazing into her tea; her cheek rested on the palm of her hand. The metal teaspoon she was grasping clinked onto the crockery every time the teaspoon touched it. She had been stirring her tea for the last ten minutes as Ron told them about his terrifying dream.

She was worried about her brother. For the past two years she has noticed a change in Ron. He used to be cheerful and happy before Hermione disappeared. Now she feared that Ron would change even more under the stress, insomnia and the effects the dream might have on him.

She gazed at her brother for a moment and noticed that he was paler than usual. She hoped that he was keeping well and not making himself ill over this. She knew that it would be hard for him, but she hated not being able to help him. His eyes, now filled with tears glimmered sadly. His eyes were the one thing she noticed about his change. Usually they were vibrant, so full of life and now they looked sad, lost and lonely. She hated to see her brother like this, but she could only do so much to help him.

"I'm sorry Ron…" Ginny said as a tear ran down her cheek.

Ron turned to his sister and saw her worried expression. He could see the tears forming slowly in her eyes and her trying so hard not to let them fall. He bit his lip and knew how hard it must be on his family and friends watching him fall apart and not being able to do anything about it. He stood from his chair and walked round to where Ginny was sitting. He knelt down to her level and embraced her in a warm hug, letting her know that he still was the big brother she can depend on.

She cried freely into his shirt, letting out all the worry she has been fighting to keep in the back of her mind. Ron stroked her back to comfort her, and for the first time in two years he was the shoulder to cry on, rather than the one who needed it.

"I'm sorry," Ginny said through her sobs, "I'm sorry"

Ron pulled Ginny away so he could look at her. "Why are you sorry?"

Ginny looked into his eyes, biting her lip, "Because" She replied sadly, "I can't do anything to help you"

Ron was shocked; he had no idea that his sister was feeling the way she did. He hated it.

"Gin', you have nothing to be sorry for. You are helping me by being here for me. You are helping me in your own way, please remember that," He pleaded.

Ginny nodded slowly, "I'll try," She said with a slight smile as she wiped her tears away.

Ron gave her a warm hug, letting her know that he was there for her as well. He sometimes forgot that they too, lost Hermione that night and both are probably feeling most of the emotions he was feeling.

He pulled away and thought of Hermione. He hoped that she wasn't hurt or in pain in any shape or form. He wanted nothing more than for her to be safe and happy but after the dream he had, he knew that Hermione was being mistreated. If only he could uncover the masked man in his dream he would have a clue as to where Hermione might be, but the only way to do that was to relive the dream and that was something that he did not want to do. Every time he closed his eyes, images of Hermione in pain flashed through his mind. It killed him to think that she was made to suffer like that whilst he was here, away from it all.

He knew he had to go back to that dream and relive it over and over again. He was determined to find out who this dark figure was, and hopefully it would be a fresh lead to finding Hermione and bringing her back home where she belongs.

A/N: Chapter six posted:) At least something went well today:) Let me know what you think:)

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