Ron awoke. He was in a tornado, or maybe a magically revolving room. Ron wasn't sure, he didn't really care all that much either. He just wanted to get out. Ron tried to stand but realized his arms were tied down to the revolving bed. A man entered the room. He was wearing a heavy black cloak and, unlike the room's other inhabitance, was staying perfectly still. Upon the man's arrival, the room ceased it's spinning. Ron steadied himself.
"Wormtail!" The voice called with a commanding air. It was an octave or two higher than Ron had expected, but still definitely a man's voice.
A much more refined looking Wormtail than Ron had previously been acquainted with came out from behind the man. He too was robed in black, but without a hood. His hair, now cut short, was still visible. He was cleaner, his face washed and his teeth brushed, but his stutter was still apparent and Ron was repulsed.
"Yes, M-Master?" asked Wormtail.
"I'll leave you two boys alone," the man said with… a bit of a smirk in his tone? Was he really enjoying this so thoroughly? Wormtail wore a greedy look in his eyes.
"I thought you were finally dead, Wormtail," Ron spat, when the man had left the room.
"People have thought that before too," snickered the disgusting man, now fiddling with his silver arm, "Occaere!" he whispered, looking intently at his hand. A band of silver unwound itself from the unnatural extremity and twisted in the air until it became a blindfold. "Polculum! Potare!" He muttered again. Ron couldn't no longer see what was happening because the blind fold had tied itself around his eyes and refused to be removed, even with the highest possible levels of physical restraint. Ron felt hot liquid slide down his throat. He tried to close his mouth and disallow the action to continue, but his mouth too, would not obey any mental command.
The liquid was hot and spicy, like cinnamon and sugar and hot peppers mixed together. It made his body tingle for a moment before relaxing into his blood stream where Ron hoped, uselessly, he knew, that it would cause no lasting damage, "What is that?"
"Like I'd tell you if I knew."
Ron came to terms with the point being moot as he heard Wormtail leave the room. What was Wormtail doing here anyway? Hadn't he been killed? And why did RON have to be the one taken captive? This was so frustrating! This whole villain-hero scenario was supposed to be over!
"This place looks so familiar…" a voice said outside the castle very dimly.
"Shut up, Harry," a second dim voice responded, "I'm trying to remember how to get in."
So someone had come to save him. Ron wasn't surprised, but he was pleased nonetheless. Harry had come with… whoever that second person was. The second voice was so familiar but Ron couldn't quite place it. Neville? No, Neville had gone haywire after the last attack, killing the Dark Lord wasn't something one could do without lasting mental damage. The only thing he seemed capable of doing these days was diagnosing unheard of potions. Perhaps Lupin, then? Yes, it had to be Lupin who had come to escort Harry on his adventure to save Ron. Ron smiled and tried to go to sleep.