AN: So what did you think of the last chapter? Let me know, review, review, review. This is the 10th chapter of Secrets, I can't believe it's ten already!! Wow!

In the last chapter Severus found out his DEAD brother was still alive, hopefully in this chapter I'll get around to explaining how. Plus, new discovery, Ron is a half breed, half vampire, half werewolf, again I'll try to help you make sense of that.

Davinci:Thank you so much for the review they are always appreciated. I got the idea for Ron's condition from one of the favourite films, Underworld Revolutions. Yes I'm a thief I know but it was just too tempting to pass up. Thanks for letting me know about the character indications, I've now fixed that problem so this fic can be found under M rated Ron/Severus.

Black Lady Knight and Alabirdie: Thanks for the reviews! They are always welcome. 8)

Thanks again. 8)

Disclaimer:I own nothing that was in the books or movies, the things that weren't belong to me!!! J.K owns everything book/movie related. No money is being made from this story it is just for Harry!Obsessed fan's entertainment.

Three hours later saw Ron still caught between his human and wolf appearance. He sat with Halian in the darkness of the forest as the young God tried to help him revert back to his human self.

"Your fidgeting isn't helping, you know," Ron stated as he felt, rather than saw, Halian shift uncomfortably again.

A frustrated sigh caused him to open his eyes.

"You're making me uneasy!" Halian declared.

"I'm making you uneasy?! I'm just sitting here, trying to relax like you told me to! You're the one making me uneasy!" Ron exclaimed.

Halian huffed. "It's your scent. I can identify you as a vampire because it's getting stronger as the hours go by but your werewolf scent also grows stronger and it's messing with my nose."

"You think that's messed up?! Try being me for a minute! I don't know whether I'm human, vampire or werewolf, my body doesn't seem to know either!"

Halian stood. "This is getting us nowhere. I'm sorry Ron but your scent is driving me mad, I need to take a break."

Ron stood and stretched out his muscles. A refreshing breeze drifted over his slightly over heated body and he sighed as he basked in it. A sudden smell caused him to groan.

"Ugh! What is that smell?"

Halian laughed and scented the air. "That dear Ronald, would be the sweet scent of death."

Ron scrunched his nose in disgust. "What died?"

"Me," the vampire declared with a smirk. "That is my scent."

"Bloody hell! It's awful!"

"Some would say so," Halian smirked. "Now, have you ever smelled wet wolf? Now, add dead rats to that then add my smell. That lovely combination is only a portion of your scent."

Halian laughed while Ron heaved as his stomach turned itself inside out. Glaring at the retreating vampires back he followed him slowly out of the forest.

"Prick!" Ron grumbled beneath his breath and walked into the house.

Severus and Barum sat chatting in the kitchen, Bill and Fleur were in the backyard basking in the sun while Tonks, Remus and Teddy played by the flower patch. Draco and Harry were shouting and laughing as they played a muggle video game that Harry had conjured in the living room. Ron watched Draco cheat, pushing Harry over and driving his car over the finish line while Harry was down. He smiled as Harry declared war and jumped on Draco but turned away when the wrestling began to heat up and the boys began fighting for dominance of a kiss. Their moans of pleasure followed him into the kitchen where he dropped onto one of the table chairs and dropped his head onto the table.

"Ron?"

Ron looked up at his husbands voice. "Sev, do I smell really bad?"

Severus was taken aback by such a question and stared dumbly at his young mate.

"Well?"

Shaking his head, Severus blinked and addressed his mate. "Why are you asking such an unusual question?"

"Well, my sense of smell is a lot stronger now and I noticed that Halian kinda smells weird, disgusting even. And he said that I smell a lot worse, but everyone smells different to me, so I can't tell if I do. Take you for instance, you smell really sweet, like walking into Zonko's after being away from sweet for years. So, do I smell really bad?"

Severus smiled. "No actually, at least not to me. But then you'll never smell bad to me. Mate's recognize their partners unique scent. Barum here probably thinks Halian smells like a fresh meadow."

Barum nods. "Severus is right, Ron. But also take into account that you're a werewolf, or partial anyway, vampire's always smell like death to werewolves, but that is essentially because, technically we're dead. But Severus is right about the mate issue as well. Every person has a unique smell, no person smells the same and mates senses are more acute to their partners so they would pick up that scent easier than any other person."

Ron smiled and turned to Sev. "So you don't think I stink?"

Severus leaned over to bury his nose in Ron's hair before sniffing. "Your scent is a little unusual but that's just because you're still in wolf form. When you were 'human', so to speak, you smelled like a summer breeze by the Burrow, fresh and earthy. It's a very nice smell, easy on the nose."

Happy that Severus didn't think he stunk Ron rested his head on his lover's shoulder.

"Do you really think it's necessary?"

"Yes, I do!"

"Well, I don't! There's no point, he's not a complete wolf!"

"That doesn't change the fact that it needs to be done. If he succeeds we may well get some valuable information!"

"I highly doubt that!"

Ron struggled with sleepiness as he listened to the hushed voices arguing. As far as he could figure out so far, Barum and Halian wanted to do something that Severus didn't think was necessary. They didn't seem to realise that he had woken up, so he cleared his throat to get their attention.

"Um...guys?"

"Ron, how are you feeling?" Barum asked as he gently sat on the side of the bed.

Ron frowned. "Fine, why?"

"We were worried that you would feel the after effects upon waking," Severus answered.

"After effects of what?"

Halian laughed and nodded to Ron's body. Looking down Ron then realised that he was back to his old self again.

"You changed back while you were sleeping. We thought the pain kept you from waking up, hence the worry," the young God informed him.

Ron shook his head. "I'm fine, no pain at all."

Barum nodded with satisfaction. "Good, you will be able to continue your training."

Severus glared at the God but did not voice his displeasure.

Ron sighed, silently agreeing with Severus. "Do I have to? It hasn't done me any good so far."

Severus smiled at his husband.

"I believe I have to answer to why it hasn't worked so far," Barum informed them. "See, you were trying to blend withyour wolf, right? I suspect that to try that again would be pointless. My reason for it is the fact that you can't blend with something that has already blended. Your wolf blended with your vampire, we saw the results of it. So, rather than trying to blend with the wolf I suggest you try talking to the vampire in you."

"What could that possible gain us?"

Barum turned sharply to look at the new arrival. "Well, wolf, it may help us understand why they blended together. I've heard of something similar, in a fight to the death a vampire bit a werewolf hoping to weaken him. Now you have to understand that this happened in the human world. I don't watch over that directly, so there was nothing I could do to stop it. But, anyway, in the end the werewolf died. Now, from what I was told, the lycanthrope venom fought off this invader but was unable to defeat it. The excessive strain put on his body caused the werewolf to have a heart attack."

"Why didn't it kill me then?"

"Exactly! That is what I want to find out and I'm hoping that contact with your vampire essence will get us the answers we need," Barum said.

Ron groan aloud. Just when he thought things were looking up they started to plummet again. The good thing about this was the prospect of finding out why he didn't die when Severus bit him. The bad thing was he knew that it would take time, lots and lots of time along with lots and lots of energy. He was going to be worn out, exhausted, long before he got any answers and he so wasn't looking forward to it.

"Ron should rest again, gain some strength before he tries it," Remus announced.

Barum pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. "That will only serve to waste precious time!"

"I agree with Remus, Ron must rest before he attempts to do anything else," Severus piped up.

Barum nodded reluctantly before leaving the room.

"Sweet dreams, Ron," Halian said as he ruffled the young half-breeds hair before following his lover.

"Try not to think about it too much, Ron. Just rest now and we'll deal with the rest later," Remus said before he too left the room.

Severus looked at the worried expression on his mates face and grimly acknowledged the fact that it was going to wear him down. He undressed slowly and climbed into the bed. Their problems could wait until later, much later, after his mate has gotten some more well needed sleep.

"You have to try again!"

"I can't! I'm tired and hungry! Please, just give me a few hours to refuel, then I'll get right back to it," Ron pleaded.

He had been sitting on the floor in the living room trying for three hours to communicate with his wolf or vampire but unlike last time neither bothered to show themselves.

"No! We wasted 24 hours while you rested, we will not waste anymore!" Barum ground out.

"ENOUGH!"

Barum and Ron jumped as Halian let out the rather loud command.

"Ron needs to rest, his body is still dealing with a lot. And, unlike us, he can't go hours of exhausting work without food and sleep. You'll kill him if you ask him to continue! I'm sorry, love, but you're not helping by making him do this taxing work continuously without rest," he said softly trying to soften to blow of directly challenging his mate.

"They don't know the dangers! They have no idea of what is to come!"

"Then tell them and let them decide for themselves what they are going to do. They've been through a lot already, love, they may not be ready for this."

Barum ignored his lovers words and disappeared.

"Halian, what is going on?" Severus inquired.

The God shook his head. "I'm sorry, Severus, but it is not my place to say. I don't know how long it will take him to calm down, but don't be surprised if days go by without word from us."

The three men watched him disappear and sighed simultaneously.

"What do you think that was all about?" Ron asked the two men.

Remus shook his head in confusion. "I don't know but I'm going to go fill in your brother."

Vampire and half-breed watched the werewolf leave.

"God, I hate being so tired all of the time, it's horrible," Ron stated as he slowly and sluggishly picked himself up off the floor.

"You're not the only one. I've noticed that your brother and Remus have been acting very strangely as well. I suspect it's because the full moon is so close to rising," Severus said.

"To be honest, I don't care that much, I just want to get some sleep," his young lover said with a yawn.

Severus kissed him gently, growling slightly when Ron deepened the kiss, and pulled away slowly. "Thought you were tired?"

"I am, but we haven't made love since we came back from our honeymoon. And to be brutally honest I've been really horny these last few days," Ron replied with a smile.

Turning to the door Severus looked back and tapped his nose. "I know. But you're tired and I need to get back to Animus. The other councilor's are calling a meeting to discuss the situation that is my older brother."

"They haven't figured out what to do with him yet?"

"No unfortunately, but right now I'm more concerned with the full moon and that attack the rebels are supposed to be planning for tonight," Severus said grimly.

Ron's eyebrows lowered considerably. "What attack?"

Severus shook his head, forgetting that he hadn't already told him mate and changed the subject. "Get some sleep love I'll try get back in time for the moon, but to be honest I don't know how long we'll be gone."

Ron was about to speak when Sev swooped down for a chaste kiss before leaving the room. With nothing else to do Ron walked back to his favourite place in the house, the bedroom, and settled down for some sleep.

Blackness, everywhere, surrounding him on all sides. He was terrified, screaming, calling out for his lover.

"There is no need to be afraid. You will not be harmed."

Ron spun around looking for the speaker.

"I will show myself if you calm down, there really is no need to be afraid. You cannot be harmed in your sub-conscious mind."

With narrowed eyes Ron kept on looking around. He was confused, deeply confused, because the voice sounded like his own, but he had not spoken.

"Alright, I'm calm, now show yourself," he called out.

No reply, no sign of anyone else. The blackness was endless and there didn't seem to be any way out.

"There is a way out, but it cannot be seen."

Ron looked over his shoulder and gasped. Standing behind him was his wolf, Red, and himself? But he was different, more elegant, his stance was relaxed yet poised to strike at anytime. He stood there looking very comfortable in very tight, uncomfortable looking leather clothes. It was like looking in the mirror and seeing a stranger standing in your place, occupying your body.

His wolf looked the same as it did the last time he had seen it. Massive and red, it's huge body covered with hair so dark it looked the same colour as blood. It looked at him with recognition but with a slight bit of weariness.

Ron blinked at looked at 'himself' with a frown.

"I understand your confusion. If you like I could take another form."

Ron nodded and watched as the other him suddenly began to change. Not his height or the shape of his body but his face and hair. Blue eyes became brown, red hair became blond, square jaw became round and his cheeks filled out slightly.

"Is this more to your liking?"

Again Ron nodded. "Who are you?"

"Ah, but I am you."

"No you're not, I'm me."

"I supposed you would call me the vampire you."

Ron smiled and made a mental note to listen to everything the vampire him said. "Where are we?"

"We're in your sub-conscious mind."

"So what, I'm asleep?" Ron frowned.

"Yes."

"I've never had a dream like this before," he stated.

"It is not a dream. This is what I chose as a setting for our first meeting. If you like, we could choose another."

"Yeah, lets go back to the manor," Ron said, eagerly wanting to get away from the darkness, the nothingness.

Everything began to change, light began to seep into the darkness until finally they were standing in the field just outside the manor.

"So, why are you here?" Ron asked as he settled himself on the plush grass.

"Were you not trying to find me only moments ago?"

Blinking against the sun Ron looked at the other boy and the wolf who seemed to be on high alert, standing guard so to speak.

"Yeah, I want to talk to you. What do I call you? It doesn't seem right to call you vampire, or vampire me."

"What would you like to call me?"

"What, don't you have a name already?" Ron asked.

"Unless you count yours then no, I have no name."

"Oh, well then why don't you choose one. I've always wanted the chance to choose my own name, so it's only right that you choose your own too," he said excitedly.

His vampire self chuckled and thought for a moment.

"You can call me...Thorne."

"Thorne? Why Thorne?" Ron asked. It was an unusual name but he was sure he had heard it somewhere before.

"I believe he was a vampire prince in Norway."

Ron nodded. That's how he recognized the name. Thorne Malcove was a true vampire prince of Alta in Norway. He was killed sometime in the 1500's by five renegade werewolves.

"He was supposed to have created a safe haven in Alta for vampires everywhere," Ron thought out loud.

"Yes, but the werewolves didn't like that idea, so they put a stop to it by destroying him."

"So, are you going to explain everything to me?"

Thorne nodded. "You know what werewolf bit you? You know how? Good, so you know why Red, as you call him, is here. Well my creation was accidental, your mate had no idea that your love making was powerful enough to control him unconsciously for a moment in order to inject the venom into your bloodstream. Your mate had only being try to please you, heighten your pleasure."

"Ok, I get it!" Ron said hurriedly getting embarassed talking about his sex life with this guy even though it was him, technically.

With a small chuckle Thorne continued. "Buried deep in your mates mind was the knowledge that you had been bitten by the werewolf, but at the time he was not ready to acknowledge it, to accept it. During which, Fate I suppose you could call it, stepped in. Taking over in that crucial moment while your passion was at it's strongest to create a way to unite us."

Ron blinked and tried to keep up. "Unite who?"

Thorne pointed to himself then Red. Ron nodded for him to continue.

"Do you know that Vampires and Werewolves are mortal enemies? Good. So you'll understand the reason for our blending. Fate decided to put a stop to the fighting between Vampires and Werewolves by creating a hybrid, us. We are the only way to put an end to the war that is coming, before it starts."

Thorne went on to explain when the bad blood between the werewolves and the vampires and why. The more he said the more Ron began to grow worried.

"Is that what Barum and Halian are worried about? The werewolves?"

"Yes and it will be coming soon. When you wake tell them that the training is not necessary, it only drains our strength and we are going to need it."

"Ron? Come on, mate, wake up."

"We must go, you are needed. Wake up, Ron and tell them everything I have told you. Until next time, my friend."

Ron shot up in the bed and looked around, breathing deeping.

"Morning, sunshine," Harry smiled.

"Harry, where is Barum, Halian and Sev?" he asked hurriedly.

Harry frowned. "I haven't seen Barum or Halian in ages and Severus is still at Animus, why?"

Ron jumped from the bed and dressed in fresh clothes quickly. "I met my vampire, in my dreams. He told me everything and I need to tell them before I forget. Do you want to come with me to Animus?"

"Sure! Can Draco come?" Harry asked grinning with excitement, he hadn't been there since the Bonding Ceremony.

"Yeah, there are brooms in the cupboad in the kitchen, go get two for you and Draco," Ron said as he pulled on the new boots Severus had bought him.

Harry ran to the bedroom door. "You should wear stuff like that more often, it looks really good on you."

Ron frown and looked in the mirror before laughing. He was wearing the leather clothes Thorne had been wearing. He hadn't even noticed that he had put them on. And they were surprisingly comfortable. Grinning to himself he walked out to meet Draco and Harry by the door.

"I got you a broom too," Harry said as he passed Ron the Nimbus 2000.

Ron looked at the broom before tossing it aside. "Something tells me I'm not going to need it."

The young lovers looked at each other and shrugged, if he wanted to walk that was his problem. With a quick goodbye to Remus, Bill and their wives and child the boys rushed out the door. Ron stomped his feet impatiently as the ex-Death Eater and his lover mounted their brooms.

"Well? Go on then!" Ron motion for them to get going. "I'll be right behind you."

Draco and Harry flew through the air and headed for Animus manor.

"Slowpokes! Hurry up!"

With surprise written all over their faces, the two boys looked down at the ground and seen Ron running faster than any Firebolt could fly.

Harry swooped down to his level. "Ron? What's going on?"

"I think it's Thorne! But, I don't really care! This is amazing!"

"Who the bloody hell is Thorne?" Draco yelled over the wind.

Ron turned his head to look at the blond. "That's what my vampire calls himself."

Shaking their heads Harry and Draco sped up, looking mildly surprised when Ron met their top speed.

It wasn't long before they reached the manor. While they were putting their brooms away Harry and Draco bumped into Zen. The young vampire looked surprised to see them but smiled in greeting.

"What are you two doing here?" he asked them as they walked up the mountain of steps that led to the front door of the manor.

"We came to talk to your brother," Harry answered.

Zen smiled. "Yeah? Which one?"

They all laughed.

"Come on! We're in a hurry here! Harry, you know I don't remember things for long and Thorne told me a lot of stuff!" Ron yelled down to them from the top of the steps.

Zen blinked at Ron's clothes and looked at Harry in question.

"Don't ask," the Gryffindor told him.

Once inside the manor, the four boys - Zen decided to join them to find out first hand what was going on - headed straight to the council chambers to find Severus.

"Ron, are you sure you're going the right way?" Draco asked as they turned yet another corner.

"Positive. Beside, Zen would have told me if I wasn't," Ron called back to him.

Zen piped up for a moment. "Ron, I've got to tell you, your personal hygiene leaves much to be desired. You stink, man."

"Thanks," Ron grinned. "But that's the werewolf in me that you're smelling."

Zen gagged and coughed as they turned the last corner. Ron ran straight for the big oak door and smashed through them.

"Sev, quick, I need to tell you something," he called to his husband as he had been addressing the council.

Severus looked at his husband and cursed his timing, he had been right in the middle of a well rehearsed speech to convince the council members to have his brother terminated.

"Hiya, Damlin, Milo, sorry for the interruption but it's a matter of life and death, literally."

Severus' head turned sharply at the seriousness in Ron's voice.

"Ron?" Severus questioned as he moved to his mates side.

"No, we don't have to leave. I can say it in front of them since you will probably have to tell them anyway," Ron said. "The rebels are the least of our worries. I've been talking to my inner vampire and he told me a lot of stuff including why I'm different."

Ron sat down at the head of the table in order to get everyone's attention. Harry, Draco and Zen stood in the back of the room to listen.

Looking up at the ceiling Ron called out to the other people that needed to attend the meeting. "Barum, I know you're mad at me and I understand why now. I've done what we've been working so hard to do. Please come down, this is important."

The coucil members looked around with confusion on their faces before gasping with shock as their Gods suddenly appeared behind Ron.

Zen took one look at Barum before swinging his head around to look at Draco.

"Yeah, I know. The resemblance is uncannily isn't it?" Draco smirked.

Harry rolled his eyes at his lovers smug tone of voice.

"Your God is my great great great great grandfather. One of my ancestor's was his grandson."

The young vampire stared at him gaping.

The room began buzzing with excitement as the vampires stood to greet their creators.

Ron groaned and let out a sharp whistle. "People, life or death situation! Get yourselves under control, there's plenty of time for introductions later!"

Once everybody was seated he bagan telling them te story of how his vampire and werewolve came to him, once that was said he told them of how they came to be. Answering questions that was asked and trying to explain it the best he could. He was just about to tell them about the werewolves when he felt weird, like he was being pushed aside.

Severus frowned as his mate stopped talking and just stood there. When the young half-breed blinked he sighed. "Ron, are you alright?"

Ron turned to look at him, but there was something about him that just wasn't right. It was as if it wasn't Ron at all. Severus made to stand up.

"Ron is here," Ron's body spoke, but not in Ron's voice, this voice was different, deeper and held the intelligence of a vampire. Along with the hint of fangs as he smiled.

"Who are you?" Severus growled flashing his own fangs.

Soon everyone joined in, including Barum, Halian, Vernita and Zenobia.

Ron's body turned and looked at the Gods. "Aren't Gods supposed to be all knowing? Why is it then that you don't know who I am? How is it that you can't tell that I am not a treat?"

The growled at him in answer.

"My name is Thorne," he announced.

Several of the vampire made to attack as he confirmed that he was not Ron.

"No! Wait! That's Ron's vampire!" Harry called out.

Thorne smiled at the young wizard and looked at Barum. "You wanted him to contact me and he did, you should be happy."

Barum blinked and withdrew his fangs signaling for everyone else to do the same. Everyone followed suite but Severus who now stood in front of Thorne. "What have you done to my mate?"

"Don't worry, Severus, I have not harmed him. He had forgotten what he was to tell you and asked me for help. I'm here to inform you of what the Gods do not want you to know, then I will leave and Ron will be himself again, unharmed," Thorne told him softly.

Raising his voice a notch he addressed the whole room. "A war is on the horizon, brothers. A war that, without the help of us, you will not win. The werewolves have grown tired of our kind and plan to attack in no less than one months time, we must be prepared if our plan does not work. Rebels and city vampires must work together. The be divided is to be weak and weak we are not and cannot be when the time comes."

The room was silent, everyone turned to looked at their Gods only to gasp again as they nodded in conformation. They knew now that this Thorne person spoke the truth.

"Wait, what do you mean 'our' plan? We have no plan," Severus said.

Thorne looked at 'his' very attractive mate and smiled. "I was taking about us as in myself, Ron and the werewolf he has so named Red. We were created to unite the vampires and werewolves before the war starts, if we fail, you must fight and you must win for all will be lost if you do not."

Harry blinked. Another war? So soon after the last one? No! He couldn't go through that again, he wouldn't! But Ron! He was right in the middle of it! Harry laughed silently, now, it seemed, both boys had been given a major role to play in a war, the main part to play. A role that required a win, a lose was not acceptable.

"You ready for this?" Draco whispered to him as he kissed Harry's neck.

"Nope. You?"

"Nope. Let's go find out when it starts shall we?" Draco held out his hand for Harry and smiled when the small brunette looked at him shyly before putting his own smaller hand in it.

"Yeah, lets," Harry said and together they walked into the center of the room where Ron, the real Ron was now passing out information.

AN: Yay another chapter finished! I hope y'all like it, review and let me know naturally.

Just so you know there was no such Prince Thorne Malcove in Norway, I just like the name Thorne and thought it would be cool if there was a vampire prince called that and Norway was just a random country that popped into my head.

As I said, I hope y'all like it, don't forget to review and tell your friends about it.

If you've any twists or ideas just leave it in your review and I'll definitely get it, my email is kinda wonky right now so I can't guarantee I'll get it.

Ciao.