Warning: Language!
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Harry woke up to the sound of screaming. It only took him a nanosecond to realize that the one screaming was Hermione. He bolted upright to find himself on a cold and hard surface which he knew was the floor. He looked around but he could only have limited sight due to the dimly lit room. The room was more like a cell with two adjacent cement walls and steel cell bars.
"Harry?" a familiar voice which filled him with anger said.
He looked to his side to see his supposedly best mate kneeling and looking at him with worry in his blue eyes.
"Are you okay, mate?" Ron asked. He had dark bags under his eyes, his skin was pale, and he had a tired look on his face but Harry could care less for him. He had not forgotten his betrayal.
Before Harry could answer
