Ok So hi everyone~! Yeah I know I haven't updated Loves Blind but I'm sorry to inform you all that I will be discontinuing that story unless I can get my muse to let me write yu-gi-oh once again. For now here is this story.
Disclaimer: No I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters. If I did My friends would kill me....and there would be more slash. ^-^
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It sucked. It officially sucked. Here he was, laying in the mud, hurt and....a dog...well more of a wolf! Life for Ronald Bilius Weasley could never get worse. Wait....no it could....and it was about to. As he barely lifted his head a man in long black robes with sweeping silvery hair walked towards him, Lucius Malfoy. Oh Merlin help me...I can't believe I'm doing this. The young wolf whined as the elder Malfoy began to pass by him.
"Hm?" The man looked down at him with disgust before his expression...softened? The man knelt down looking around the alley way. No one was around. Laying a hand on the wolf's head, he frowned. "Weasley?"
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The month prior
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Ron screamed as claws sunk into his flesh, Fenrir had found the Weasley's home....his pack was attacking the family and here Ronald was, pinned to a tree by a large tawny wolf while his siblings and Harry fought off their own threats. His scream echoed through the Burrow as he squirmed, trying to escape the large teeth that hovered over his jugular. He was done for, he knew it the moment said fangs sunk into his flesh. Tears welling up in his eyes he soon felt his body go limp.
When he awoke he was passed out in the backyard of his home, his mother over the twins bodies, weeping. He tried to call out but found he couldn't speak. Mum....over here...what about me....mum.... Again, the world became black but not before he felt a pair of arms wrap around him and lift him up.
"It's ok Ron, I'm hear." Bills voice rang through his ears as he passed out.
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The next few weeks where hellish for the now youngest living Weasley. Fred George and Ginny had been killed in the attack. They said it was a mirical that Ron had survived, but Ron knew better...the werewolf had done it to torture him. As the days passed Remus helped Ron learn what it was to be a werewolf, Harry even was supportive. And Hermione's knowledge helped when he didn't have Remus around to help explain things.
"It's ok Ron, the craving for raw meat or really rare meat is normal. It's the wolf in you wanting to taste flesh..." Hermione smiled weakly as Ron poked at a fresh steak with his fork. Even as his mind found it repulsing he could feel himself salivating at the sent and sight of the bloody meat.
"It just feels wrong." The ginger haired boy sighed picking up a knife and fork and cut into the meat....finding it harder to cut then when it was cooked.
"Just pick it up and bite into it, you're teeth are sharper then the knife." Remus smiled sweetly from across the table. Blinking a few times Ron nodded and put the silverware down, lifting the steak to his lips where the sent filled his nose and he groaned before biting into the meat. As the blood slid down his throat the still human part of him wanted to gag and throw up, but the other part...the animalistic side of him loved every bit of it. After awhile of chewing he took another bite, and another until finally all the steak was gone.
"Feel better?" Hermione asked as if she was doing a research project.
"It's weird....tasting blood that's not my own." His head tilted to one side as he licked his fingers carefully. It may have been weird...but it was good. Ron's appearance had slightly changed over the course of his first month, his once brilliant blue eyes where now a bright amber while his hair became shaggier, now brushing his shoulders every time he moved his head. Also his build had become bigger, his muscles more defined...more ripped. Remus said it came from being so young and in good shape to begin with. Standing he took his plate to the kitchen, resisting the erg to slurp up the blood that had oozed out onto the ceramic surface. Turning on the faucet he moaned as he watched the blood become diluted and finally wash down the drain.
Days passed and finally it was his first full moon. Snape had delivered two doses of the wolfsbane potion, smirking when he handed one to the youngest Weasley. A growl escaped the ginger haired teens throat before he could keep it in check. The Potions master raised an eyebrow before turning and leaving quickly, Remus only gave the pup a comforting pat on the back before encouraging him to drink down the concoction. Doing so Ron shivered and nearly gagged. The stuff was awful, worse then any potion he'd ever tasted...though he thought, maybe it was more because of the fact that his senses where heightened now. Sighing he replaced the cork and set the bottle on the table. Waving to the family he made his way up to his room, Harry had been moved into the twins' old room to be safe and now the other was alone. After he reached the room he laid out on the bed, shaking.
"I don't want this..." He sighed nuzzling into his pillow. As he closed his eyes he felt himself fall into a restless slumber. When the moon rose his eyes snapped open as a sharp pain racked his body. The transformation was starting and he could feel every bone pop out of and back into place, fur sprouted and he felt the structure of his face change. A scream racked his body as he felt more and more things change, a tail sprouting from the base of his spine as well as his ears changing to the top of his now wolfish head, becoming pointier and covering in fur. When the transformation finally stopped he laid panting on his bed, a large, adolescent wolf where a teen aged wizard once was.
Lifting his head Ron looked around, his sight different, everything was in gray scale yet sharper. Tilting his head he took in the different scents and sounds that was his room, jumping as the bedroom door opened and in stepped a larger wolf, Remus. Ron jumped down and stood infront of the other, he was visibly smaller then the older wolf and he only seemed to make himself apear smaller as he lowered his body, showing respect for the other.
"How are you Ron?" Remus' voice echoed in his head.
"Alright I gues-" He was cut off as a scream alerted both the wolves. Downstairs there where screams and growls....the pack had returned.
"They're here for you! Ron you have to run. Now!" Remus turned his large head to look at the younger wolf. The two jumped down the stairs, Ron easily tackling one of the wolves as he landed. To ensure he had the wolves attention he barked loudly, each head turned to him. He stood, chest out and head high, his ginger fur, unnatural for any wolf, seemed to glisten. Lowering his head he growled threateningly at the nearest wolf, a female with brown fur slender build. Raising his hackles he showed off his piercingly white canines as she walked forward.
"So the little pup wants to play?" She taunted, a smirk rising in her voice. She suddenly lunged at him, biting down on his side as he tried to turn to escape her jaws. A yelp escaped as he felt her teeth rip at his flesh.
"Ron!" Harry raced forward only to be knocked back by another wolf. Seeing this Ron growled louder and wrenched out of the females grasp and leaped towards his friend. Standing in front of the fallen wizard he barked at the wolf that was now in front of him, a male with pitch black fur and burning red eyes.
"Stay away from him!" Ron raised his head again, attempting to make himself look bigger then the other, challenging him, anything to help Harry get away. Meanwhile Harry could only stare in awe of his friend. The Ron he knew was never one to just jump...perhaps the wolf's loyalty was what did it. Hearing the two wolves growl he stood and backed away slowly, Hermione gripping his arm when he was far enough back.
"Ron now!" Mrs. Weasley threw some flew into the fire. Seeing this Ron leaped up and over the wolves, landing it the shimmering green flames, his fur seeming to dance like flames of their own. "Diagon Alley!" Molly yelled as the wizards all aparated away and Ron felt himself spinning away. When finally he landed he bolted out of the Leaky Cauldron, not noticing the pain in his side until he collapsed in an alley way. He whimpered a bit. Why me?
And so this is how Lucius Malfoy found the youngest Weasley, cold, injured and alone in a dark alley way in Diagon Alley.