My wand was trained on Hermione, who clearly had amnesia.
"Certainly you remember me." I tell her.
Recognition flared in her eyes. "Give me my wand, please, Ron."
I turned and pointed my wand at Ron. "Don't move," I growled.
Ron raised his hands in surrender. His mouth quirked, and Hermione's and his wand flew into his hand. "You'll have to try harder than that, Longbottom." He said, tossing Hermione her wand.
"I'm going to kill you, Neville."
Ron looks at her. "Wait-you remember him?"
"Of course she does, Weasley. It was I who gave her her memory loss. That means I get control over what she remembers. I'm going to make her suffer, Weasley. And this will be your repayment to me."
"Please stop." He begs.
I smile. "Why?"
"Because... I'm sorry, okay? Look, I made a mistake. Please. If you must do this, do it on me instead. Please, Neville."
I grin. "I'll do you one small thing." I point my wand and heal Hermione's wound. "But step even a toe out of line, and I kill all you love. And I make you watch."
He nods, looking down.
Cho points her wand at me, finally interjecting.
The next thing I know, ropes are tightly wrapped around me. Cho hovers above me, and then, everything goes black.