“I’m sorry Fred.” George said. “I’ve tried every memory reversal charm I know on not only the room but us as well I don’t know any others.”

“Ginny?”

“I can’t use magic remember.” Ginny said.

“Do you know any spells though? Ones you could tell George, or I to try?”

“George did all the ones I know.”

“Harry?” Fred asked.

“I’m sorry mate.” Harry said. Fred walked over to the stairs and sat down. George walked over and sat down by his brother.

“Where did this mark come from?’ Harry asked looking at the wall, there was a large crack with some blood on it. Fred looked it over with a quizzical glance and then tp his hand to see his knuckles bruised and cut up. he stood up and stared at the wall.

“God she could be dead already Why can’t I remember!” he shouted before punching the wall.

“Fred.” George said walking over. “She isn’t dead yet, knowing Hermione she’s already got some plan to survive this.”

“She’s all alone…” he said looking down at his feet ashamed. “Why did I leave her.”

“You couldn’t have known she would run off.” George said. “Now come on lets go and check on Harry, what ever Ron hit him with is taking its toll.” As they began to walk out they heard something fall to the ground. “You punched the wall so hard a portrait fell.” “The dog!” he shouted running over to the out of place portrait and ripping it off the wall.

“What are you doing?” Ginny asked.

“I remember this…” George said watching his twin. “That’s how you get to the secret floor.”

“Yeah but how do we reveal the door?” Fred asked placing the portrait back on the wall. “Start shouting out ideas!”

“Right try taking it off the wall again maybe you did it too fast.” Harry offered.

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“Ron please…” she choked as she clawed at his arm to the point she cut him. with out warning he threw her through the door way she landed harshly on her side.

“RUN!!!” he shouted his eyes back to normal. Hermione slowly got to her feet and ran down the hallway while a painful cry erupted from Ron. “YOU WON’T HURT HER!!!!” He bellowed. Hermione turned a corner and grabbed a large old leather bag filled with vials and turned to run out of the room.

“Where do I go… where do I go…” she said tears in her eyes.

“Hermione run!!!!” she began throwing open different doors trying to find a good place to hide to ambush vlad. When at the last door she opened up to see an old laundry lift. She got in and began pulling on the rope that ran through it. but before she could get any where she was thrown from her lift, she hit the wall harshly and sunk down to look up at a black eyed Ron. He flew at her, Instinct made her kick out her leg hitting him in the stomach. She got to her feet as quickly as she could throwing three vials at him as she did. She bolted down the hallway to the kitchen.

“WHORE!!!!” Before she could reach the door that led to the out side she was thrown once more to the ground.

She rolled onto her stomach pain spreading through her back when with out warning she felt a sharp pain spread through the back of her calf. She screamed in pain as she looked over to see a knife sticking out Ron pulled it out not before twisting it harshly. She shakily reached into the bag and threw five small jars at him he stumbled back. Hermione got to her feet and cried out as she fell back to the ground. She threw another vial at Ron to give her time as she pulled herself back up to her feet, and scrambled to the garden. Before she could get three feet Ron grabbed her arm and reeled her around. Her ankle rolled causing her to start fall. Her head slammed against a stone bench, a sickening crack filled her ears.

“Oh god…” she whispered as she was pulled back up and slammed to the ground. He laughed harshly before Hermione crashed a vial into his face leaving gashes and cuts through out his features.

He stumbled back rubbing his eyes, some of the potion blinding him for a moment. He reached out and ripped the leather bag from her he threw it behind him before tackling her to the ground. he raised the knife over his head and brought it down into her shoulder, making a painful scream erupted from Hermione. After hearing the scream escape her he began madly stabbing the knife any where he could.

“Ron! Stop please you have to remember who are!” she cried.

“YOU LEFT ME ONCE JACQUELINE YOU WON’T DO IT AGAIN!” HE BELLOWED.

“Ron…” she coughed blood seeping from her mouth.

“Get off her!” without warning Ron was torn off of Hermione and thrown into a stone wall.

“Throw these at him!” Ginny yelled grabbing the different vials that had spilled across the floor and throwing it at Ron as her brother and Harry joined in. Fred dropped to his knees and looked over a blood covered Hermione.

“Oh god…” he whispered.

“F-Fred?” she asked shakily.

“I’m here love I’m right here…” he said. she coughed blood spurting out of her mouth Fred tried to wipe the blood away but it only spread. “Oh god…” he said desperately as he tried to find the place to black of her blood loss. But there were so many wounds he didn’t know which to cover. “I don’t… I don’t know what to do…”

“Fred…” she whispered. he looked her over tears filling his eyes. “I love you…”

“No don’t don’t do that you’re going to be fine…J-Just fine…” he said holding her close to his chest. “Don’t go… I just found you… don’t go…” the words echoed in her head as darkness began to cloud her vision. “I love you don’t go…” Hermione let her hand rest on the back of Fred’s head as she slowly began to get pulled into something dark, something more powerful then herself.

“Fred…” she whispered. “I’m not scared…” Fred felt her suddenly go limp in his arms. he pulled back and looked Hermione over with wide eyes. he let out a sorrow filled cry.

“What did I do…” Ron whispered looking dawn at his blood covered hands. He looked up at Harry, Ginny and George tears running down his cheeks. “What did I do!?” his eyes flew over to look at Fred who was cradling a limp Hermione in his arms as he shook with unheard sobbs. “No… No… No…” he rocked back and fourth as his sister walked over and cradled his head to her chest. George walked over to Fred and rested a hand on his shoulder

“Get off!” he shouted as he shrugged the hand off. “Leave us be!!!” he cried burying his head into her shoulder. George adverted his eyes and then turned them to look down at the bloodied stone ground.

He'll never be the same... No one will...