"I was held prisoner here. By the Death Eaters and Malfoy's family..." The earlier sight of a Closed Circuit Television beaming the wedding into a pair of Azkaban cells didn't feel nearly as satisfying anymore. "About this time either next month or April four years ago. Time was moving uncertainly then." He exhaled deeply though his nose. "Ron and I were separated from our best girl and held down in the cellar, with a couple other prisoners who were already there: Dean Thomas, Luna Lovegood. Hermione...." He blinked, and now let the tears fell. "Hermione was tortured upstairs. It was... well, it looked like a drawing room, I suppose." And he squeezed his eyes shut against the memory.