Oddly Relieved, Chapter 3"Draco ─ no, call Wormtail! Make him go and check!" Ron heard footsteps crossing the room overhead.The silence from the drawing room was far from reassuring to him; at least when Hermione was screaming, he knew she was alive."We're going to have to try and tackle him," Harry whispered. "Leave the lights on," he added, as Ron was about to pull out the Deluminator. They heard someone descending the steps outside the door, and backed against the wall on either side of it."Stand back," said Wormtail. "Stand away from the door. I am coming in."The door flew open, and he and Harry launched themselves at Wormtail. Ron seized his wand arm and forced it upwards as Harry covered his mouth with his hand to prevent him from calling out. Wormtail's wand emitted sparks, and his silver hand closed around Harry's throat."What is it, Wormtail?" called Lucius Malfoy from above.Thinking fast, Ron called back in what he thought was a decent imitation of Wormtail's voice, "Nothing! All fine!"R
Oddly Relieved, Chapter 2Ron's heart jumped into his throat. Not Hermione, he thought. Reacting instantly, he shouted, "No! You can have me, keep me!"For a second, he thought that Bellatrix was going to murder him, but instead she hit him hard across the face. His cheek stung."If she dies under questioning" ─ Ron's stomach gave an unpleasant lurch ─ "I'll take you next. Blood traitor is next to Mudblood in my book. Take them downstairs, Greyback, and make sure they are secure, but do nothing more to them ─ yet."Bellatrix gave Greyback his wand back, took out a short silver knife, and cut Hermione loose from the others. She dragged Hermione by her hair to the middle of the room. As Greyback forced the prisoners through the door, it was all Ron could do to not cry out for Hermione, to tell her that he loved her, that he would get her out if it was the last thing he ever did."Reckon she'll let me have a bit of the girl when she's finished with her?" Greyback crooned at Ron. "I'd say I
Oddly Relieved, Chapter 1Ron couldn't believe it. He, Harry, and Hermione had been found by the Snatchers. After evading capture for months, Harry had slipped and said Voldemort's name. At once, the protective charms set up by Hermione were broken.Many feeble excuses later, he was being dragged by one of the Snatchers through the suffocating darkness, his mouth still bleeding from where Scabior had punched him. The sensation lifted as quickly as it had begun, and Ron, along with the other four captives, was being forcefully led up a long drive that ended in a large iron gate: the Malfoy manor.The Snatcher that had Apparated with Ron let go of him and strode up to the gate. Ron licked his lips; it seemed the bleeding had slowed. He turned to look at Hermione on Harry's right. Her face was shockingly white, yet determined. It was one of the many things Ron loved about her; how she could show bravery, even in the most dangerous of times."How do we get in?" the Snatcher called. "They're locked, Greyback, I can'
FireplaceThe fireplace crackled warmly as Hermione kneeled down in front of it, stoking the flames, much like she remembered her father doing while she and her mother sat on the sofa years ago. When she and Ron were picking out a house, it was her requirement that it have a fireplace; her best memories of her childhood were spent basking in the glow of the fire.She sat back down and smiled at the memory as the warmth of the fire spread over her. Spending her first Christmas in a long time away from her parents made the memory all the more precious. She closed her eyes and saw her father sit down next to her and her mother. He ruffled her frizzy hair and she giggled, giving him a tight hug. All three of them sighed peacefully as they looked into the flickering flames.Those were the days, Hermione thought wistfully, but she immediately realized how wrong that statement was. As wonderful as the times were before she went to Hogwarts, the times during and after Hogwarts were just as beauti