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Magical Fables ! One Shot No. OO2 : The Cursed Boon [ Beauty and The Beast Retold ]
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The cellar we were locked in was cold and terrifying. The steady drip of water echoed somewhere faraway, eerily reminiscent of a clock ticking. I sat huddled in the corner, my mind racing with useless thoughts and so-called solutions to get out of this place.
As soon as Harry had uttered the wretched name, we were surrounded by Snatchers. All I remember after seeing them was a flurry of activity, an intense adrenaline rush and the stinging hex that I had used. The next thing I knew, we were in this damp place.
"Hermione. . ." My heart skipped a beat when he called my name. It always did but I pretended it never happened. I was supposed to be mad at him for deserting us. "Hermione. . . I feel sick. . ." That did the trick.
"What? Ron?" Hurling myself at the bars obstructing me from both of my friends, I squinted my eyes in search of him. "Ron?!"
"There's a curse. . ." This time, it was Harry who spoke. "These cells. . . They're cursed!"
I knew it. I felt unwanted fear and anxiety as soon as I was forced into the cell I'm held captive in. "What's happening? Ron?" I urged, feeling the bile rise in my throat.
There was a sudden flash of bluish red and a light ignited above us - the deluminator. Under this light, I could see the dirt-etched face of Harry, but Ron looked. . . pale.
Without any warning, he threw his body at the bars in vain and a scream erupted from my throat. When he looked up, my blood ran cold; terror seized me. He was as pale as a ghost, his eyes dark with circles of wasted tiredness under them; and his hair was really messy. Something just seemed off.
"Do you love me, Hermione. . .?" Ron said, his voice hollow and his eyes - dark irises instead of the ocean blue ones - focused on me. To say I was surprised would be an understatement.
"No, this is not you! What's happening to you, Ron?!"
"Nothing!" he bellowed and a second later, fell to his knees holding his head as if Voldemort was whispering into his ears. Harry was trying to reach his best friend but fell short of it being in the adjacent cell.
