Werewolf

(AN: I don't own Harry Potter.)

Chap7 Daily Prophet Front-Page News

Ron woke up to the shuffling of feet. Angrily he turned to see who was making the noise.

" Sorry, Ron for waking you," Harry said.

" No," Ron groaned. " It wasn't like I was sleeping."

" Good, so do you want me to get you breakfast?" Harry asked.

" I can get it my self," he smiled.

" Ron, no you can't," Harry reminded him.

" Why? Oh- I'm not wanted here," he growled.

" It isn't that, people aren't ready for a werewolf again," he smiled.

Slowly Ron climbed out of bed. He could hear Hermione's voice from downstairs.

" Can I at least go down into the common room?" Ron asked.

" Yes, everyone is off at breakfast," Harry assured. " What do you want me to get you?"

" My life back," he grumbled.

" Toast it is," Harry promised. " Eggs and Bacon. I'll be on it."

Harry disappeared through the opened door. Ron strolled up to the door then climbed down the stairs. There he saw Faith sitting in a chair in front of the empty fireplace.

" This place is nice," Faith grinned as Ron appeared in front of her.

" It is a wonderful place," he agreed. " Was even better last year."

" Really?" she smiled.

Ron nodded.

" It was when I was normal and… well it was just better,"

Faith stared at the dark fireplace.

" What is a voldermort?" she asked wide eyed.

Ron choked on his own spit at the sound of the name.

" Where did you hear that name?" he squeaked.

" I heard Hermione and Harry talking," she responded.

" What did they say?"

" Something about someone being attacked," she tried to remember. " I think that is about it."

" Voldermort is an evil man who killed many people," Ron sighed. " He killed Harry's parents, Sirius Black, and Cedric. But those aren't the only people he has slaughtered."

" Oh," she frowned. " Why haven't the police tried to catch him yet?"

" There isn't an army strong enough to stop him," Ron continued. " He is unstoppable. Many have tried and failed. Nothing can be done."

" You never know," she encouraged Ron. " There could be a way."

" A way? No there isn't any way. But we are all trying to learn as much so we can fight," Ron answered. " Even if we do learn all we can his magic is…

" Is he a bad magician?" she interrupted.

" Very bad," he replied. " Don't worry though he is probably miles away"

Faith nodded still clutching the chair. The porthole opened and Hermione and Harry entered.

" We were bombarded with questions," Harry laughed. " They kept asking us where we were going."

" We simply told them we preferred eating in the Gryffindor tower," she smiled.

Two plates of food were handed out. Both of them thanked Harry and Hermione. Ron noticed a paper in Harry's hand.

" Hey Harry what's that?" he asked while eating a biscuit.

" Oh this is just some report we have to do on uh… pixies," Harry explained.

"Pixies?" Ron raised an eyebrow.

" Yes, can't get enough of pixies," Hermione added.

" May I see your paper?"

Harry looked at Hermione questionably. She only shrugged. Sadly Harry gave up the paper.

" Pixies? Looks more like the daily prophet," Ron said scanning through the usual ads.

" Ron, we were just protecting you from the truth," Hermione piped up. " Don't you get mad at us."

" I'm not mad I just what is this? I'm on the front page,"

" Go ahead read it Ron," Faith urged.

Ron smiled at Faith. Then began to read the articled.

" Beast on the loose. Catchy, I like," Ron grinned. " Ronald Weasley said to be a normal boy is not as normal as we thought."

Ron paused to think about the sentence, but then just shrugged it off.

" Sixteen year old Ronald Weasley was accused of killing Draco Maulfoy, Luthious Maulfoy's son at Hogwarts school of Witch craft and Wizardry," Ron took a long breath afraid of what was to come. " Dumbledore the head master of the Hogwarts School had to act, so he expelled young Weasley from his school. While at home fate played its roll in young Weasley's life. The boy turned into a blood thirsty beast and attacked Fred and George Weasley, Ron's older brothers."

Ron looked at his two friends. Both had a pleading expression. He knew both of them wanted him to stop. His eyes were directed back to the paper in front of him.

Ron saw a picture of Fred and George Weasley lying in hospital beds. Underneath was a caption that read: Brothers of wild beast. Scanning the paper he saw a statement that stood out. Clearing his throat he began again.

" Fred Weasley said that "no matter what he still loves his brother". George Weasley also agreed. But we all know that deep down those two boys are very angry and feel betrayed," Ron dropped the paper onto the floor.

" Ron…

" At least they're alive," Ron grinned.

" Ron, the reason you can't go downstairs is… Everyone is looking for you," Harry explained. " There is a reward. And we just can't trust anyone down there."

" Not even Dumbledore?" Ron asked.

" We trust him," Hermione smiled. " Just not the people around him."

" Not even McGonagall?" Ron questioned.

" She has changed a bit Ron," Hermione inquired.

Ron couldn't believe what he heard. Was he safe here? Was he safe anywhere?

" Hello Ron," Faith called. " We can survive this together."

" Maybe, but…

" What?"

" We have to leave," Ron replied.

" Leave?" she hollered. " I like it here."

" Well you won't like in Azkaban," Ron warned. " We must leave."

" Leave a night that is a better time," Hermione promised.

Ron agreed to wait until night came.


Night fell upon the Hogwarts castle. Ron looked at his friends, but made up his mind. He was going to leave.

" Ron, don't go!" Hermione shouted. " We can fix this."

" How?" he questioned.

" We can get the wolfsbain," she offered. " I read all about it so I know how to make it."

A small smile spread across Ron's face. He gave Hermione a big hug.

" Good bye Hermione," he grinned then looked at Harry. " Harry I will never forget you."

Ron took Faith's hand and they both propelled themselves out the window. Safely they landed in bushes. Lying on the ground was Ron's broomstick. Quickly he picked it up and climbed onto it.

" Come on Faith,"

" Where will we go?"

" Far away where no one can find us," he explained.

After those words they zoomed into the sky.


As they flew over Hogwarts Ron spotted the dark forest. He made a decision to go in. Landing safely he got off the broom.

" Is this?"

" No Faith," he answered. " We can't ride all night. There might be a search party."

" Party? I love parties,"

" This party is looking for us so they can turn us in,"

" Oh, uh Ron,"

" Yes,"

" Thank you for being here for me," she smiled. " I am glad I find someone like you."

There was a rustling sound in the bushes. Faith jumped a little and clung onto Ron. The beating of Ron's heart got louder and louder as he wondered what are who was watching?

" Ron I'm scared," she whispered.

" Don't worry," he gulped. " I'll protect you."

Harry and Hermione jumped out of the bushes.

" Harry? Hermione,"

" We couldn't let you do this alone," she smiled. " We brought the book on how to make wolfsbain. All we need is ingredients."

" We can't leave our friends alone," Harry grinned.

" I'm your friend?" Faith smiled.

" Yes faith you are," Hermione nodded.


Burning flames danced in the night. Different pairs of hands hovered above the fire. The moon was shining bright and the stars twinkled in the sky.

" The stars are real beautiful tonight," Faith grinned.

" I am glad we came out here," Hermione smiled back at Faith.

" Do you here that?" Ron asked.

" Yeah it is the sound of the night owl," Harry sighed. " They make beautiful sounds."

" Not that. The sound is coming from over there," Ron pointed at the bushes Harry and Hermione jumped from few minuets ago.

" I don't know,"

" No one followed us out here," Hermione confirmed. " At least I don't think."

" Maybe it is something that is going to eat us," Faith shivered.

" That is just great," Ron shouted.

" It would be great if you both turned into werewolves now," Harry added.

" I sadly agree," Hermione nodded.

Harry picked him self off the dirt ground. He brought out his wand. Whispering the magic word he shined the light in the bushes.

" There is nothing in there," Harry assured. " Maybe the sound was in your head."

" Not this time I heard it," Ron argued.

Harry stood in front of the bushes scratching his head. Squinting into the distance Ron saw a blurry image forming behind Harry.

" Harry there is something behind you," Ron warned.

Whirling around Harry saw the blurry image and stepped back. What was it? The image swiveled slightly.

" I think it is a ghost," Hermione pondered. " They usually start out as blurry images then they come into view when they are sure the victims are completely powerless."

" Powerless?" Ron squeaked. " Uh… Why? Is that?"

" Ghost hold horrible grudges so they usually come back to kill, haunt, or mostly kill. I would feel horrible about who ever had that problem," Hermione explained.

" I… hope it isn't my family," Faith cried. " I…

" It is only one ghost Faith," Harry pointed out. " It can't be your family."

" Oh," she frowned.

Harry's wand wiggled in his hand. Suddenly it shot out of his hand.

" Whoa," he exclaimed. " What just happened?"

The blur began to come into focus. Everyone stared closely at the ghost.

" Maulfoy?" they hollered.


" Surprise to see me," he laughed.

" What are you doing here?" Hermione yelled.

" Oh didn't you know?" he asked. " I haunt these forests."

" Maulfoy you are so…so…

" So what potter?" Maulfoy questioned. " So what? I have nothing better to do. If you were dead you would do the same."

Ron's heart stopped. His mouth dried up and he stopped breathing.

" Ron, is that the boy," Faith pointed.

Ron simply nodded.

" Maulfoy you better leave us alone," Harry warned. " I have my wand."

Maulfoy laughed evilly. Harry's wand rose off the ground and magically snapped in half.

" You were saying?"

Picking up the pieces Harry frowned.

" I am not here for your useless lives," he spat. " I came here for something more personal."

Maulfoy zoomed through the sky then stopped in front of Ron.

" I am here for Weasel," he smirked landing on the ground.

Ron would have never bowed to Maulfoy before but today was different. Maulfoy was a ghost and surely was going to kill him.

" Oh please Maulfoy," he bowed. " I am sorry. So very sorry. I didn't know what I was doing."

" Of course you didn't," he snarled. " How do I know you didn't enjoy killing me? How do I know you weren't planning this? How do I know that you are sorry?"

" Because he says so!"

The ghostly figure turned to his right and saw a girl standing proud.

" Ron would never lie," she added. " And if you were nice you would leave him alone."

" And who are you?"

" Faith, Ron's friend,"

" In crime,"

" No," she corrected. " I am just like him."

" So you're a werewolf too," he smirked.

" Maulfoy buzz off," Harry screamed. " Ron said he was sorry."

Maulfoy looked straight at Harry. A wicked smile relaxed on his ghostly face. He zoomed over to Harry hovering a little off the ground.

" Leave him alone?" he howled. " Why should I? He didn't do me any favors."

" Favors?" Ron yelled. " Do you think I wanted to be a werewolf? Well I didn't. I like you was minding my own business then I got attacked."

" I too was my business," he frowned. " I also didn't want to die. I had dreams and hopes. Do I get to for fill any of them I think not?"

" You weren't minding your business," Ron retorted. " You were minding mine."

" Other peoples business is mine," he shot back. " Weasel."

Ron stood up. Her didn't care that Maulfoy was a ghost.

" I am glad you are dead," Ron smiled. " You were nothing but trouble. Always making fun of people especially Harry and Hermione and me. Everyone can finally leave their life without you strolling down the hallways rubbing your wealth in other's faces. Just because you have money doesn't mean you have to tell everyone. Git."

Everyone stared at Ron. Maulfoy's mouth was wide open. He had a hurt expression on his face but it was quickly replaced by an expression of pure hate.

" You're wrong Weasley," he roared. " People miss me. They care about me. I don't know what you are talking about."

Ron proudly smiled. He felt he had deafted Maulfoy with simple words. Maulfoy suddenly smiled then laughed maniacally.

" Weasley," he smirked. " You will not go unpunished."

" Punish me for accidentally turning into a werewolf and killing you?" he asked. " That is ridiculous. You shouldn't have followed me into the dark forest in the first place."

Ron got off the ground and ordered his friends to leave with him. He decided they would find somewhere else to stay.

" Come on let's leave this lost soul," Ron ordered.

" No one turns their back on me,"

Suddenly Ron fell to the ground. He tried to get up but he was stuck. His face was down in the dirt as he suffocated.

" Maulfoy stop," Hermione cried out. " Leave him alone."

Harry noticed what was wrong with Ron and tried to pick him up.

" Maulfoy stop!" Hermione screamed. " Stop it now!"

Maulfoy had a satisfying grin on his face. He knew that Ron couldn't last that long with his face in the ground. Soon Weasley would cease to live. All he had to do was keep his face in the ground.

" Maulfoy we are warning you," he growled.

Pondering Maulfoy smiled again. He let go of his control on Ron. Flipping over on his back Ron gasped for air.

" You stopped," Hermione smiled. " Thank you. Thank you."

" Don't thank me mudblood. Why would I give him the pleasure of dying quickly," Maulfoy said. " I have something else in store for him. Something far worse from suffocating."

Harry glared at Maulfoy. What did he mean by that?

" The good thing about being a ghost you have a little more power then you had when you were a live. I don't have to use my wand to do magic," He laughed. " All I have to do is point and say the magic words and you are all dead."

Hermione stared in horror.

" Everyone run," Harry screamed.

The four friends tried to move but they were stuck to the ground. Frightened Hermione cried out. Faith yelled out for help. Maulfoy zoomed over to Harry a large smirk on his face.

" Have you ever seen someone tortured to death?" he asked.

Harry gulped.

" Not speaking eh? That's alright with me," he grinned.

Ron was flung against a tree.

" You three don't have to worry," he reassured. " I am not going to kill you or Hermione or the other girl. I am just here for Ron."

" NO!"

Maulfoy flew over to Hermione.

" What?"

" I won't let you," she promised picking her wand from her pocket.

" Hey that isn't fair," Maulfoy teased. " I don't have a wand so neither should you."

Hermione's wand shot out of her hand. The stick like object hovered above her head then snapped in two.

" No," she cried. " I won't let you."

" No I won't let you," Maulfoy mimicked. " You can't stop me. Neither can the famous Harry Potter."

Ron shivered slightly. What was he going to do? He dug in his pocket and received his wand.

" Flipendo!" he hollered.

The spell missed Maulfoy by a few inches. Maulfoy turned his head.

" Weasley you dare attack me when I am dead?" he laughed. " You are more stupid then you look.'

Maulfoy glided through the air landing in front of Ron. He placed his ghostly hands on Ron.

" Curico!" he yelled.

A flash of light shot through Ron's body. Pain traveled through out his body. It felt like a knife was plunged into his back and pulled out and plunged into his back again.

" Curico!" Maulfoy repeated.

Another shot of pain was shot into his whole body. Everything around him seemed to blur and all he could see was Maulfoy.

" Curico!" he hollered.

Tears slid down Ron's face stinging his cheeks. Even more pain then before racked his body. He tried to lift him self off the ground but he was paralyzed. He couldn't move.

" Curico!"

Hermione watched in horror as Maulfoy tortured Ron. She could see the look of pain on Ron's face.

" NO!" she yelled furiously tears stinging her eyes. " Maulfoy please stop!"

It was like that for three hours. Maulfoy continued to repeat the evil word over and over. Why didn't he just yell Avera Kedavra already? Ron thought bitterly. Maulfoy was clearly toying with his life. Ron knew Maulfoy could kill him right now but he refused.

Satisfied Maulfoy looked at Ron. His head was tilted forward and he was breathing in quick breaths. Slowly he raised his head.

" Got enough Weasley," Maulfoy laughed.

There was no response.

" I know you aren't dead so answer me,"

There again wasn't a response.

" Harry will Ron die?" Hermione asked.

" There is only so much a wizard or witch can take," Harry replied. " Ron is strong and is holding up longer then most would have but that can only last for so long."

" We have to save him," Hermione hollered. " We have to."

" What is wrong with Ron?" Faith asked.

No one answered her question not exactly sure what to tell the twelve year old girl. Maulfoy shouted curico for the last time to get Ron's attention but Ron didn't stir. Maulfoy knew he was still alive. Ghosts knew things like that. Was he simply pretending or was he dying?

" Weasley?" he called.

There wasn't a response.

Harry saw that Ron's wand was next to him.

" Look Hermione," he whispered. " Ron's wand."

" And?"

" I think I can get it,"

" How?"

" I learn this from Dumbledore," he smiled.

Ron's wand shook rapidly then began to skid through the dirt toward Harry. Hermione watched amazed.

" Harry," Hermione spoke.

" Sh everything will be okay,"

Maulfoy analyzed Weasley. He wasn't dead, but he was dead in the soul. Ron's eye pupils were large having being expose to so much torture.

" Stay back Maulfoy," Harry shrieked.

Spinning around Maulfoy saw Harry and his friends free.

" How?" he asked. " How?"

Harry waved Ron's wand.

" I will return to kill Ron later," he promised. " And next time I will kill him completely."

Maulfoy disappeared into thin air. Hermione rushed over to Ron. She tried to shake him awake but he didn't wake.

" Is he?"

" No Harry, but he will if we don't get him to St. Mungos," she answered. " I think we have an hour till he will die."

" Enough time for us to get a car maybe," he explained.

" A car from where?" she asked.

" No time," Harry frowned. " We don't have much time."

" Hang in there Ron," Faith whispered


End of chapter seven.