I decided why just stop at the Weasley family let's extend it…to some other people.
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Ron was dragged back into his cell and laid down on the dirty ground. A man in a hood sighed, "You'll die here boy. It'd be a waste if a pure blood was to die just tell us where Potter is and we'll keep you safe. Take you under our wings even." Ro coughed closing his eyes, "Bugger off." The man shook his head locking the boy inside his cell leaving him in darkness.
He closed his eyes when he heard a voice through the crack of the wall. He sighed and painfully crawled over to the wall pressing his face to the moldy bricks whispering through the crack. "Hello mate."
"Hell mate," the other voice replied.
The two in separate cells had never met before in their imprisonment, nor did they exchange names in case one of them was pulling a trick over them. But for the past two months they'd kept each other company. Ron had been captured two months ago, and that was when he first heard the voice in the cell next to him. The other prisoner had been there apparently four months before Ron showed up.
"I'm not going to make it another day of that curse," Ron whispered softly eyes closing briefly.
"Don't say that," his friend sighed, "Don't say that…just hold on. Someone will come and get us out of here."
"You're so sure?"
"No," The friend laughed, "No I'm not…but I like to say it."
Ron smiled closing his eyes, "I'm tired. If I could get a hold of a wand I'd obliterate my memories."
There was a moment of silence, "I would miss you."
Ron sighed, "I know…but if they ever find where Harry is…and if they get it out of me, I'd never forgive myself."
"…I went to school with him. I wish we had been friends…instead of me being suck an arse."
Ron was surprised, "Yeah? I went to school with him too. Hogwarts right?"
"Yeah," the voice said eagerly before adding, "Should we really be telling each other this stuff? What if…well you know."
"Good point, let's talk about something else," Ron said softly, "What's the damage today?"
"Nine injuries."
"Ha," Ron said triumphantly, "I win. 12 new injuries for me."
"You've been winning a lot lately," The friend stated dryly, "I'm being punished, but you have information. It makes sense."
"Punished for what?" Ron couldn't help but ask.
"I was a death eater, I don't care if you still think I am. But I want to tell you some truth now."
Ron was silent for a long time, "Wow," he finally whispered, "What did you do?"
"I didn't want to be one, I didn't want to have to kill anyone and I said so. So I was named a traitor."
Ron sighed, "That's awful…I was captured taking a leak in the forest you know that?"
The voice laughed, "Are you serious?"
Ron grinned, "Yeah…that was humilatin' but hey…nature calls you know?"
The voice suddenly whispered, "The door's opening…Deatheaters."
"What?" Ron whispered in a hurried tone, "They've never come for a second go!"
The voice didn't answer, and Ron heard several voices speaking to him. The sound of scuffling and then silence. Finally a door shut and Ron turned to the door looking under it. He could make out two pairs of feet dragging a third. Ron felt the tears come and curled up in the hay in the corner meant for a bed. He cried himself to sleep worried that he would never hear his friend again.
Ron woke late that night to the sound of coughing.
He crawled back to he crack in the wall, "Mate?"
"Yeah…it's me," a hoarse voice called.
"Thank God you're alive, what did they do?"
"Tortured me some more…they heard us talkin'…they thought you told me somethin' important to 'em."
Ron swallowed, "Gods…I'm sorry."
"Don't be…you're the only good thing here," his friend whispered.
Ron looked at the crack in the wall and began pulling at the opening, and punching it until his knuckles became bloody. "What you doing," His friend asked, but soon Ron had made a big enough whole to fit his hand through. He felt a hand fall on his and he smiled. This was the first time either of them had had any human contact that did not inflict pain.
"Who would have thought…I'd ever be so happy to hold a boy's hand," Ron chuckled his friend laughing.
"We may have been in this prison a long time, but not that long!" The voice exclaimed.
The two burst into laughter despite themselves, and fell asleep holding on to each other's hands.
The next day Ron awoke to the door opening and quickly pulled his hand out. "You're not useful anymore boy," the same death eater from before said, "You're to be put to after breakfast, enjoy last meal." The door was shut and Ron heard his friend whisper, "…I…I can't…be…I…" The voice choked off, and Ron felt hot tears burn his cheeks.
He reached his hand through the hold taking the stranger's hand and the two cried along with each other. Silence soon passed between them and then Ron whispered, "I can't take it anymore. I'm telling you some things…I was in love with a muggle at school. The cleverest girl at our school, and she loved me back. My best friend was orphaned thanks to Voldermort, and is in fact Harry Potter. I have five older brothers, and a younger sister. I have the best parents in the world and even though we're poor my family is what made me rich. I just never saw that until now. I hate spiders, they scar the bloody hell out of me, my favorite color is orange like my hair, I have freckles and blues eyes, and YOU have been the best thing in my life for the past two months."
His friend had gone silent, but the grip on his hand was so tight it was painful.
"Ron Weasley is that you?"
Ron felt his stomach tighten, "Y-You know me?"
"Ron…I-" The voice was cut off from the sound of a loud blast. Ron was torn away from the friend and flew and hit the wall. Something was going on. But months of torture weakened Ron, and the force caused him to pass out. It would be days before he awoke again. But when he woke he was greeted to the sight of a white ceiling. He turned his head seeing many beds and realized he was in a hospital. He glanced around taking in the sight around him. He had loads of gifts and could just barely see over them to make out some people.
"…He-hello?" He croaked.
Someone shot up and stumbled over to him. Ron met the green eyes of his best friend and he smiled wide. "Harry…" Harry Potter smiled as his best friend spoke his name so happily. He hugged him and Harry began to babble apologies, and about Ron's rescue, about Voldermort, and deatheaters, but Ron wasn't listening.
"Harry," Ron finally interrupted, "There was someone in the cell next to me. Someone was there. It wasn't…just me. I-I…did you save him?"
Harry pulled away, "Yeah…Hey get over here! Don't be scared!" Harry called looking to his left. Ron tried to see who he talked to but just couldn't. Slowly a figure approached and Ron was startled at who stood in front of him. A very injured, battered Draco Malfoy. There was a long silence when they both at the same time they took each other's hands.
"Bloody hell…blood fuXkin' hell…it was you the whole time?"
"Yeah…I was just as surprised as you," Draco said softly.
They stared at one another and Ron grinned, "So…you a good guy now?" Draco smiled, "Something like that yeah." Harry smiled putting an arm around Draco's shoulder, and on Ron's arm. He looked so happy. Suddenly Draco smiled, "Oh…Harry do you remember the name we've been hearing a lot lately?" Harry's eyes glinted, "Oh…oh do you mean Ronnie? Yes…yes I have been hearing it. But who could Ronnie be?"
Ron paled, "ShXt."
Draco and Harry just smiled.
End of this one.
I hope you were shocked.