Harry leaned hard against the portrait, which, very oddly, had ceased to move altogether. Harry didn't have time to ponder this strange occurrence because, as soon as he pressed he finger tips against the portrait, it transformed into a door. Harry opened the door and walked in with his wand in hand.
The room was dark. He could only just make out a figure on a bed. Alarms in Harry's head went off, but he paid them none of their deserved heed. He knew he ought to know better but… "LUMOS!" he whispered.
Black cloth covered the shock of red hair and a face. Was it Ron? The hair sure looked the same. What would any other Weasley be doing here? It had to be Ron. Whoever it was, they were definitely alive. Harry knew that much. He could see the rise and fall of this boy's stomach. It almost looked though, as if he was struggling against something in his sleep. He was spread eagled on the bed and, Harry realize, both his arms and legs were tied to the bedposts.
"SCIO! SCIO! SCIO!" Harry muttered, watching as each rope in turn recoiled from the body. Harry sat down on the bed. "Ron? Is that you?" he asked, shaking the person softly from side to side. He was sure this was a very vulnerable position to be in. There were so many ways someone could kill him at the moment.
The person stirred, "Harry? I knew you'd come!" Ron sat up in bed and Harry recognized that the headband was in actuality a blind-fold.
"Turn around, let me help you with the blind-fold," Harry offered, confused as to why Ron didn't try to take it off himself.
"You can't," Ron answered, unhappily, "It won't come." But Ron complied anyway and turned. Harry was able to untie without much difficulty or effort. Ron turned back to look at Harry and his eyes lit up. He hugged Harry.
"Uhh… thanks Ron. Nice to see you too," Harry was a bit surprised, but then again, Ron had just been in captivity for a few hours. Harry was puzzled, but couldn't continue thinking about it because he needed to focus on the situation at hand.
Harry stood up. If nothing had changed since he had entered the room, maybe he could out the same way he had gotten in. Harry pushed hard on the door. It didn't budge. Apparently, things had changed because it was locked. "ALOHOMORA!" he recited half-heartedly, knowing it wouldn't work. 'Okay, another way out…'
Harry scanned the room. It was completely bare except for the bed on which Ron was sitting. There was the bed and a window. A window! How stupid could he have been to not see it before! But they were on the … fourth floor, Harry calculated. Well, he'd have to figure out a spell. 'Think! Harry, think!' he instructed.
Before Harry had any time to do any such thing, another person entered the room, through the very door Harry couldn't open. Wormtail entered, smiling. His silver hand pointed at Harry, "AVADA KED-!"
Harry didn't give him a chance to finish that thought. He grabbed Ron and jumped through the stained glass window. He would think about the glass and their landing as they fell. Now, he just needed to save Ron's life, and his own…