ℍ𝕠𝕨 ℍℙ 𝕓𝕠𝕪𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕥

¹²¹ when you're tortured by Bellatrix

(Tw: descriptions of pain and torture, mention of a blade in Ron's)

Includes:

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

George Weasley

Fred Weasley

Neville Longbottom

Cedric Diggory

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—Harry Potter—

Harry was sick of people sacrificing themselves and getting hurt for him. He was living in a constant state of fear that you'd be next, that the person who mattered most to him would be used as a pawn in this war. He hardly ever leaves your side, and when Harry went to Dumbledore's office that evening it was the fist time you'd been by yourself in what felt like weeks. You're about to settle down in your dorm and read for a while when your old coin for the DA looked slightly different, after examining it, you sigh and head towards the room of requirements, hoping nothing was wrong. Hermione, Ron, Neville, Luna, and Ginny were there as well, and you find out death eaters might break into the castle. "Harry didn't want you here, y/n, we hoped you wouldn't see the coin," Ron muttered. "Well, I am here. I'm not going back, I want to help fight." And so you did. The death eaters had broken in and you were dueling them for what felt like hours before another heard of them ran down the stairs of the astronomy tower. You locked eyes with Bellatrix Lestrange, who grinned maniacally and raised her wand, "crucio!" It feels like hot knives are being embedded into every inch of your skin, and you feel yourself writhing on the ground despite not wanting to give her that satisfaction. Everything sounds so distant, you barely hear somebody shouting angrily and another duel break out. Once it does, the pain stops, still leaving you achey nowhere near what you felt before. "Y/n? Y/n, look at me please? Please, please be okay come on y/n!" You slowly pry your eyes open and are met with familiar bright green pair, obstructed by tears and glasses frames. He sighs with relief and gently lifts you into his arms, rocking you as he holds you from his knees. "You weren't supposed to be here," he mumbles into his head. "You were supposed to be asleep," "I'll sleep when you sleep, Harry. I'd let her do that a thousand times over if it meant you were safe." That made him cry harder. "Don't say that," he sniffles, before hurriedly getting to his feet. "I'll meet you in the hospital wing, yeah? I'll be there soon, I have to get Dumbledore he's-" Harry cut himself off, starting to take off. "He's what, Harry?" You shout towards him but he's too far gone for you to hear his response, if he had said anything.

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—Ron Weasley—

You were at the Malfoy manor with the trio when it happened, after Draco didn't give Harry away, Bellatrix was incredibly angry and grabbed you from the group. Ron lunges after her but Hermione manages to stop him before he gets himself killed. “Oh don't worry, you can have them back once you admit this is Harry Potter,” she giggles, watching as he shook with rage. She turned to you, holding onto you tightly. “Or you could tell me. Get yourself out if this before I even start with you?” You shake your head and anger replaces the manic smile on her face. “Crucio!” The pain is so unbearable, you can hardly breathe. All you can hear is a faint laughter and somebody who sounds like they're in worse pain than you, were you screaming? Maybe it was just you and you hadn't realized.  No, it didn't sound like you. Ron. Ron was sobbing loudly, begging your torturer to stop. And for a moment she did. You gasp at the relief and feel someone brushing tears off of your cheeks. “Y/n, I've got you, don't worry,” he sobbed. Bellatrix laughed again. “Crucio!” the pain returned to your body, somehow worse than before, and Ron's screaming was much clearer now that he hovered above you. You were screaming now too, you were sure of it, you wished you could stop. It didn't help with the pain, all it seemed to do was make Ron even more distraught and spur Bellatrix on. After she had her fun watching him, she let the spell fizzle out and asked again if it was the real Harry Potter. Ron hesitated, glancing between you and harry, but you brought a weak hand up to his cheek and shook your head. He followed your wishes, not saying anything, and Bellatrix drew a dagger from her robes. “Take the boys to the dungeons, leave the mudblood. And I want to keep playing with this one,” she said, trailing her blade along your cheek so it left a faint mark, not enough to draw blood. Eventually dobby is able to get you and the other prisoners out, and once you arrive at shell cottage you and Ron lay with each other on the beach, trying your best to comfort one another.