Romione oneshots

Scream- Deathly Hallows

Disclaimer: These adorable characters, however much I wish, will never be mine. I wish, I wish. poof! No, they are still not mine.

"HERMIONE! HERMIONE!" Ron cries out.

The scream pierces his heart, and he collapses against the door, banging loudly.

"HERMIONE!" He cries again, and another scream follows, making him wince. Why... Bellatrix should have taken him instead! He was more than willing to suffer. Hermione had already suffered so much, through his selfish leaving of her and Harry, through all the persecution she had always gotten as a muggleborn, she didn't deserve any of it and this least of all.

She screams again. Ron fantasies about torturing Bellatrix with the cruciatus curse instead.

She screams again, and this seems even more heartbreaking in how hoarse her voice is. Ron can imagine her twisting and jerking on the floor, and has to turn to the side and heave. With renewed energy, he bangs on the door. "HERMIONE IT'S ME! DON'T WORRY WE'LL GET YOU OUT AND-" His voice grows hoarse, and he bangs again and again. Beside him, Harry is standing up and pacing, hand over his ears like he can block the tortuous screams of the girl he considers his sister.

***

Hermione screams, the pain all over her. The fury of a thousand knives slashing away at her is unbearable, she can feel the blades pushing into her, and no matter how she shakes and twists it's there and it's there and it's there and her vision is blurry, and the pain gets sharper and sharper, and she can almost feel all the knives digging right to her bone, and she can't handle it and-

Suddenly, the pain is gone and she slumps on the ground, her vision fading in and out and she can't think straight.

"Well?" Bellatrix snarls, a curved grin on her face. The sight of her face sends fear shooting through Hermione, and her whole body shivers, pain shooting everywhere.

For a moment, all Hermione wants to do is tell her, and stop the pain. Then the logical side kicks in and points out that even if she told, Bellatrix was having too much fun torturing her to stop. The heart reminds her that she could never betray her friends, could never live like Peter Pettigrew. The enraged part of her would never let her give up to Bellatrix. Never.

And with that, she croaks out a "No. Never-" and she can't continue because a silencing charm and immobulus charm have been put on her.

"No?" Bellatrix pouts, her eyes wild with deranged joy. "Well then."

"CRUCIO!" And it's even worse this time because she cannot move, can't at least try to assuage the pain, or scream out for help. And the knives are ruthless, the pain stabbing into her bones, her weak and close to breaking bones, and her arm hangs broken and the pulsating pain just pushes into her too.

And as her vision fades out, she is aware of a drip of blood, an actual knife, on her left arm, and she wants to scream again, but she can't, and finally she is plunged into cool unthinking darkness.

***

Ron thought the worse thing was Hermione's screams. He was wrong. The worse thing was Hermione's silence. That silence punctuated by the cackles of an insane Bellatrix, cackles that send shivers down his neck.

Surely... No they couldn't have, he thinks frantically, fear occupying every inch of him.

Harry is talking worriedly to Ollivander, but his white face betrays his nerves, and the fear deep inside him. He wonders whether Hermione is still there. How everything was his fault. He had uttered the taboo word. He was the target, and without him Ron and Hermione would be safe and happy, still going to school.

It was Harry Potter's fault if she died, his sister, his friend.

And as the boys sat in the dungeon, silent and hopeless, they both think about Hermione. She means different things to them, but they couldn't imagine a world without her next to them, nagging and bossing and caring.

Oh, please let her be alive, is the boys combined plead.

AN: Not that anyone reads this book anyway, but on the off chance it gets more reads and I get sued, the picture above is by Elená Giorgi, according to the watermark.