I wake with the sun, like always. My back is stiff from sleeping on such a hard ground. Turning, I give the still-sleeping Draco a peck on the cheek, my eyes still closed. I open my eyes a crack, and gasp.
The brightness wasn't from the sun.
Someone was shining a lighted wand in front of me.
The figure holding the light puts a finger to his lip, and grabs my wrist, pulling me up.
"Now, listen to me," the figure whispers in my ear, "you make one sound and I'll kill your precious little Malfoy and make you watch. And then I kill you. Do you understand?"
Eyes widened in fright, I nod. The voice was low- obviously male. They wouldn't be like this unless they were a Death Eater.
Pulling back his hood with my free hand, I get a good look at who it is. He had the common sense to also cover his face , but there was no mistaking the hair. Flaming orange, and short.
My heart drops to my stomach.
I know this person.
It's Ronald Weasley.
"Get away from me, you bastard!" I hissed. My wand- I needed my wand.
He grabs my other wrist. "What did you say?" His nostrils flaring and eyes narrowed and slitted in anger.
"No-nothing," I whisper, my eyes downcast in fear.
"Good. Say one more word and I slit your throat." He holds up a Muggle weapon I recognize as a knife.
I bite my lip and nod, giving my surrender.
I was forced to follow him for miles upon miles, until finally we stopped, the burning sun bearing down on our backs. "We Apparate from here. Take my wrist."
I did as told, still mute, and we Dissaparate and Apparate a room all too familiar to me.
Voldemort's throne room.