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Back with CHAPTER 3! yay!

I really hope that you like it and please review otherwise I probably won't upload anymore,... evil I know, I try.

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Disclaimer: As much as I wish to be J.K, I am not. I only own this plot-line.


The bad man slowly took a razor sharp knife out of his pocket, and with no one to stop him he slowly made his way over to the Weasley's. He stretched his long arm and lightly touched Molly Weasley's throat, making a barely visible slit. One drop of red blood streaked down her already bloody neck. She held her head high, knowing that if she showed any form of weakness, then he would take him into his regularly used 'dungeon' or that's what he calls it. Her heart told her to give in, but her brain told her otherwise.

'Don't give in Molly,' Her brain convinced her

'He won't kill you, he never does'

The bad man was frustrated. The Weasley's were tough.

'I guess I'll just have to kill them all then' He thought.

He hardened his grip on the razor blade and pushed down harder. Blood started spurting out of Molly's neck and-

'AGH!' Ron screamed, as he shot up out of bed. His eyes were wet and he had sweat beading off every point on his body.

'Ron? RON!' Harry mumbled because of his sudden wake up.

'You were thrashing around for hours! We couldn't get you up out of bed because you were that violent' Harry exclaimed.

'Holy, holy, holy, holy, holy, holy, holy Redvines'

'Ron are you okay?' Hermione asked, just getting into the room because she was sleeping in Ginny's.

'Yeah I'm fine 'Mione, just a really graphic night-mare'

'What happened? Do you want to talk about it?'

'Nah… I'm fine' Ron said wondering why he was trying to make them believe it, when he didn't believe himself in the first place.

'Ok, try and go back to sleep, it's 3:30 in the morning'

'Yep. Sleeping. Now'

Ron waited half an hour before he tried to get out of bed. His legs were still wobbly and he couldn't really see straight, but he wanted to get downstairs to do something. His dream was really graphic, and he thought that he recognised the face of the man who was torturing his family. He walked (or hobbled) down the stairs really slowly, making sure not to make any noise because if he made one sound both Harry and Hermione would be out of bed asking him questions. It might sound really mean but he didn't want their help at the moment. He got them all riled up when he awoke, and he didn't want them fussing over him now.

When he reached the bottom of the stairs, he crept into the office type room and took a well-used quill and a few pieces of parchment. He knew what he was trying to do, but he just didn't know how to do it.

He was going to draw the 'bad man' as his family said.

Now. Ron was not well known for his drawing. But he was known for many other things. But not going into detail. He tried to draw the man as best as he could. Making many mistakes, he finally got a final product that he was happy with. The man had a few facial features wrong, but in the end the man basically looked basically the same as what he was dreaming.

By the time Ron was finished, it was 6:30 in the morning. Hermione stamped sleepily down the stairs, not realising exactly how loud she was.

'Listen 'Mione, can you go back upstairs?' Ron asked innocently.

'AAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!'

'Calm down, CALM DOWN!' Ron reassured her.

'Oh My Gosh! OH MY GOSH!' She squealed.

'OHMYGODHERMIONE!' Harry screamed running down the stairs now.

'It's RON!' Both Harry and Ron pointed out.

'OoOOOoOOoOHhHHHHhHH,'

'Sorry about that.' She exclaimed.

Hermione didn't know what had set her off. She practically knew that Ron was downstairs, because it was obviously that he would go there once he thought no one was asleep. He was so worried about his family, and he always was just so predictable. There was also another thing that she was worried about.

Stewart.

She was worried about how Ron would respond to him actually being there. Ron said that he was fine with Stewart coming over, but she wasn't so sure. Ron's response to her telling him that she had a boyfriend. And she hadn't told Harry yet, and she still didn't know what his response would be. They were both like brothers to her, but at the same time she was closer to Ron more than Harry. She just sort of had a connection with Ron, and that didn't really happen with Harry. She wasn't saying that Harry and herself would not work out. No, not at all. She would depend her life on him, and she does, quite often.


Pretty short I know, but I didn't really know how to end it so I thought that was. I really hope you like it because I do!:)

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