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Chapter 35 ~ Lost Innocence

Darkness..

That was all what Ron saw as his eyes slowly fluttered open. He groaned in pain as he tried to sort up. His ass, legs and head were aching at full force. His crystal blue orbs looked around the gloomy room. The only light source was an illuminating candle that slowly died out at the corner of his eyes. Ron summoned all his strength to stand up and stretch, cracking a few bones.

He sniffed around to small room to smell the familiar scent of vanilla and coconut. He called out, "Hermione..?"

"Mmm, R-Ron?" Ron spotted her lying on the cold concrete floor; she looked weary. Ron gently made her sit up against the wall. He then, sat next to her. Her head leaned on his broad shoulders, having her smuggle near her.

"I'm so sorry," she said in a hushed voice. "It's all my fault we're trapped here. Well, wherever we are."

"Hermione, it's my fault as well," Ron responded to her. "If I wasn't a ruddy werewolf, none of this would ever happen."

Hermione sniffed in response and snuggle at his chest, searching for warmth in the cold atmosphere of the prison they were in.

Suddenly, they saw the faintest of light heading towards their way. They saw a mystical stag in front of them. White mist was graciously twirling around the majestic creature. It was glowing softly, enough that it illuminated the room to give it a welcoming atmosphere.

"It's Harry's patronus," Ron breathed out in utter amazement. He remembered Hermione talking about Harry summoning a full patronus, while he was left to recover in the Hospital Wing during their 3rd year. The stag looked at the both of them.

"Help us," Hermione said to it in a hushed face. The stag nodded it's head and galloped away.

Then, they heard someone crying behind the caged door.

!

"P-please! Let m-me go!" the person cried out in anguish.

"Vill you keep quiet?" Viktor snapped at the person. "I'm goin' to feed you to me guest!"

"NO!" the person yelled out.

Ron and Hermione kept quiet, as Viktor talked to the person. Hermione stayed close to Ron, scared of what was going to happen next.

"You 'ave very pretty eyes, obicham," Viktor commented with an evil smirk creeping along his pale face. "May I keep eet?"

"N-!" Viktor started to wrap her whole mouth with duct tape. After he was satisfied with his job, he took out a razor sharp knife from his leather knife pouch.

"MMMMMMM!" the person tried to say a coherent plead through the duct tape.

"Zuch beautiful chocolate brown eyez," Viktor said before he showed her his knife, awaiting to cut.

"MMM!" tears fell from the person's frightened eyes. The person's brown eyes shrunk into the size of a raisin at the sight of Viktor's insane filled face and the sharpened weapon.

"Ron," Hermione whimpered to him. Ron hugged her closer.

"Beautiful eyez," the knife came down on her eyes in a flash. The person yelled out in shock and pain. As Viktor stabbed it again, it made a cringy mushing sound. The body started to shake violently, wishing for the pain to stop. Viktor laughed out, and pulled his knife out from the socket. The person's brown eyes was pulled out, and Viktor started to observe it.

He smiled and placed the eye on the cloth. The person begged him to stop without prevail. Viktor twirled his knife, and he stabbed her right at the middle of her stomach. The body continued on shaking violently at the sharp pain coming from her stomach. The person coughed out blood, as he or she cried. Viktor sliced her open and took out all the flesh from the body. He had to slice even more, due to the intestines. After what seemed hours, the person's echoing cries died down.

Viktor finally pulled out her liver and threw it at the bucket full of her other organ. He poured her bloody along with the bucket too. Viktor threw back his attention back to the person's now decomposing. He threw it at the corner and laughed put at the limp body.

Ron and Hermione could smell the fresh blood fuming the room, almost making Hermione puke. It smelt like a fly and maggot's paradise. The smell made Hermione experience nausea. However, Ron started to drool. He wiped the drool from his mouth and went to comfort Hermione.

!END!

"Wh-what if that's going to happen to us?" Hermione sobbed. "We can't die and leave everything."

"Shh, it's okay Hermione," Ron rubbed her palms. "I promise we're going to be saved by Harry from Vicky and his hellhole."

"Vinally, you're avake!" Viktor said happily. He took out his dart shooter and shot Ron at his left shoulders.

"I'm azzuming yee zaw me keeling zat person for flezh," Viktor smirked her grabbed Hermione by her hair and threw her at the other side. Viktor used the protego maxima charm at the middle of the small room. "I'm goin' to enjoy dis."

Despite the pain she was experiencing, Hermione ran up to the force field and placed her palm against the invisible shield that separated her from him. Ron saw her and slowly limped his way up to her. He placed his shaky palm against where her palm was at. Ron wanted to cup her face and wiped away her streaming tears.

"Ron," she said in a soft whisper.

"Her-MIONE!" he yelled put the last of her name, as he was starting to feel himself losing control. Ron started to descend into a crouch; he hid his anguish filled face with his large hands. Blood red colored fur started to sprout along his pale. His screams of pain could be heard beyond the protego charm.

Hermione was on her knees, and she tried to reach out for him, only to remember they were being separated by the invisible forcefield.

"Shh, Ron," Hermione whispered softly to him in a hushed voice so he could hear her. Ron's now dark blue eyes darted towards Hermione's gentle brown eyes. Ron placed his palm to where her's were. His genuine black razor sharp claws were clearly visible. He could feel his hands growing in size, along with his body. Ron felt his muscles growing three times as big as they were normally. He felt himself growing into an 8 foot monster.

He looked down at his forearms to see sickly blue veins popping out. Ron groaned out, when his organs started to rearranged himself and fill up his big mass. His head was stretching out to be canine like, and his ears were perked up now in wariness. The werewolf looked up to meet the girl with chocolate brown eyes. He whined out as he started to claw the forcefield.

"It's me, Hermione," she breathed out. "Can you see me perfectly?"

The werewolf slowly nodded his head. The muscular beast was about to speak to her and assure her that he was on control. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain being stabbed against his chest. He did roar and a howl at the same time to announce the beast was here and there was no going back.

The werewolf stood to his towering height. Ron was breathing heavily, taking in the aroma of freshly spilt blood. He stumbled backwards to be hit against the wall.

"Ron..?" Hermione stood up slowly to look at the bizarre sight before her very eyes. "Wh-what's going on?"

A deep chuckle erupted from the Bulgarian. "Eet eez happenin'! Zee Dark Lord vill zurely be proud of dis!"

"You sick bastard!" Hermione cursed at him. "What have you done to him!?"

"Vhat he waz meant to do, ever zince Fenrir infected 'im," Viktor informed her with a devilish smirk. "To keel.."

Ron's eyes slammed shut. When he opened his eyes, they were a glowing shade of scarlet. Ron roared out in anger, as he started to smash everything he saw. He stuck his snout up in the hid air to smell two humans near by. Though, this human was unique unlike the other one. This human's blood smelt too sweet and delectable to be true.

The werewolf's dark midnight blue eyes looked up to see a girl with frightened chocolate brown eyes. Oddly, he felt a sense of familiarity to her. It felt like they were connected by their strong bond. Ron started to run up to her, to only discover an invisible force field which separated him from her.

He became angry. The vicious werewolf started to pound on the shield repeatedly. He even tried to use his sharp claws which looked like it could slice a human in half.

Horror, perplexion and concern flowed through her veins. The menacing beast tried to break down the force field with prevail. Cracking could be heard from the weakening shield. Hermione knew the real reason the beast wanted to join her.

It was for her flesh..

As he banged on the charm, Hermione looked around for a sharp object. Coincidentally, she saw a rock that was carved to look like a type of weaponry. She grasped upon the rough cold object onto her sweaty palms. Hermione slowly turned her head to see the hunger filled face of the creature before her.

She quietly sniffed the sadness away and stood firm and tall to face her best friend.

Ron..

Hermione searched into his glowing red eyes to see nothing but Ron trapped within something he would never ever dare to be.

I love you, Ron, she said to herself. Please come back to me. I miss you, my love..

The blood red furred werewolf roared bloody murder at the tear filled face of the petite human girl. She brought up her right hand which held the pointy stone and extended towards to growling beast.

A single tear streamed down her ghost white face, calling over the rest of the tears to join in the sadistic party.

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