Ron/Azazel/Captives
Ron found the invisibility cloak to be unusually spacious when he wrapped it around his body. Wearing it without Harry or Hermione on either side of him was an unusual task, one that made Ron feel sort of like he wasn't using the cloak properly at all. He was, but it felt odd. There were pieces missing. It was too roomy, it didn't take much difficulty for Ron to shuffle about, and he didn't have to pointedly remind himself to keep his voice low because he didn't have anyone there to talk to. Harry and Hermione were gone. This time, it was just him, and that was because some demonic git had decided to take them away.
Like hell, Ron thought heatedly. Harry had only just gotten here. After over a year of being away from his best mate, Ron had finally gotten him back again. To have the bond of two friends as close as they were pushed together only to be severed again in an instant didn't seem all that right to Ron. In fact, it bloody well pissed him off. To further Ron's annoyance on that front, the only reason that Harry was missing was because his best mate was indeed a complete and total idiot. And because life in itself truly was a cruel, cold, bastard of a thing: Harry had only up and chosen to act like the foolish hero that he was because of Hermione. Because that ugly, yellow-eyed, demonic thing had abducted her. And where did all that lead back to? Adam. Hermione's little boyfriend. The one with the family who always got tangled up with those demon types, constantly got in harms way, and generally ended up here, with the people they loved the most at risk. Ron wanted to blame him. He wanted to, more than anything else in the world, point fingers, yell, and hex Adam Milligan to high hell and back. This was his fault and if Ron hadn't been so bent on focusing on rescuing his friends, he probably wouldn't have been so keen on keeping the peace.
It wouldn't last. Not if Hermione and Harry weren't in proper shape when he found them.
Hair falling into his eyes, Ron quietly crept into the building that Hermione's patronus had led them to. Concealed by Harry's cloak, Ron remained invisible. Nothing and no one could see him, which was exactly what they'd all been aiming for. Ron could walk right up to the Yellow-Eyed demon, do a little jig right in his face underneath the cloak, and the demon wouldn't know any better. Ron didn't plan on doing any dancing in front of him as of yet though - no, he'd save that for when the demon was good and dead. Wand gripped tightly between his fingers, the wizard moved carefully, seeking out the demon had abducted Harry and Hermione. His job was to distract him until the others cleared their way in. Cast a few spells, run around without being seen - it'd be simple enough, so long as Ron was quick, careful, and remembered to keep tabs on his temper.
Unfortunately, he couldn't make any promises on the latter half. Not when it was Harry and Hermione on the line.