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Chapter 5

"Ron. It was you. There never even was a choice. It was always you"

Ron heard her whisper. It was coming from his pocket. From the deluminator, which for whatever reason the death eaters didn't take from him.

Thankfully, he was finally alone. Bruised, beaten and close to broken, he was alone, but alive. Runcorn had finally left him because the sun crept up indicating the new day, and he, as well as the other death eaters, wanted to get to sleep.

It was a merciful break. They tortured Ron until he screamed himself horse. Beat him until he was unconscious, only to wake him up by slicing the skin on his chest. It was hours of agony that finally concluded when they realized they were not going to get any information out of him. Blood was soaking through his shirt, but he was alive. And most importantly, Hermione and Harry were safe.

He was sure that the next time they asked him about Harry, they would call Voldemort himself. He knew then that the torture would begin again, and arguably be worse.

He vaguely wondered if Voldermort would be able to see right into his mind and find Harry and Hermione. But then, he wondered if it would matter. He wasn't sure if he would even be alive in the morning for another round of questioning. Blood was still seeping through his shirt from deep gashes across his chest that wouldn't seem to heal. He was feeling more and more drained, more and more tired. If he fell asleep would be wake up again? He didn't know, but something told him no.

He was still magically tied to the chair although; he wouldn't have been able to stand up even if he wasn't. He was loosing too much blood and the cruitius curse had left him physically weaker and more mentally drained than he had ever felt in his life.

Hearing her voice gave him a tiny bit of strength. He wanted to survive until morning just to see her face again. Just to tell her he was sorry for leaving her.

"Hermione" he whispered, wondering how it was possible her voice was coming out of his pocket, and wondering if she could hear him as well.

"Master Weasley" a voice whispered. "You are awake." Ron used whatever strength he had left to look at Kreacher

"I'll be ok, Kreacher" He lied, his voice horse.

"Where is Master and Miss. Hermione?" Kreacher asked and Ron felt himself tense. Was Kreacher aligned with the death eaters? Is this a ploy to try and get Ron to talk?

"I don't know." He answered honestly. Tears immediately welled up in his swollen eyes. " I miss them, Kreacher." And the tears, which he had sworn not to shed in front of the death eaters, started streaming down his face. "I want to be with them"

Kreacher hobbled his feeble body over to Ron, grabbed his hand. There was a loud CRACK and everything Ron's world went dark.

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