AN: Here I explain why Ron was acting weird...dam! when will i learn to shutup??? I'm guessing never. Sorry im taking so long. My S.S. teacher (the frigen MIGIT!!!! lol vilveela) gave me a 60% on my report card (hate S.S., hate S.S.)!!!!! so now i've gotta study 24/7 :( not that y'all care - since you've been waiting soO0Oo long. I gotta go to swimming practice- toodloo (dont ask lol). Oh yeah it's only Harry's PoV this time.


Disclaimer: Once agin I own Demons, Potter Prophecy, Wild Dreams, voicer, and the louspeaker! yay!

Ironic Feelings - Part 6


As Harry opened the door he saw all his for roommates in there talking, with interest. When they saw him walk in they stopped instantaneously.
Ron lunged at Harry and had to wrestle him off. Dean and Seamus had to hold him back. Neville was flattened against the wall looking horrified. Ron had a hungry look; suddenly Harry had the same feeling when he saw Hermione in the hall, that wasn't his best friend.

"Something's wrong with him, Harry," Dean said struggling to keep him back. "Go get a Professor, quick!"

Harry threw open the door and quickly ran out of the common room at top speed. Harry left the portrait of the fat Lady and her friend hanging open, as they screamed at him to be more considerate. He passed Dumbledore's Office, as well as McGonagall's, and Flitwick. Finally he came upon the Defense Against the Dark Arts Office. Whatever was going on was Dark Magic, for sure. He burst threw through the door to see Lupin working at his desk.

"What is it, Harry?" his Professor asked him.

"Gryffindor-Tower-Ron's-mad," Harry said in between pants. Lupin looked at him, confused. "Follow-me." Harry said still wheezing. Harry ran out of the office followed by Lupin. They went through the open portrait of yelling Ladies and up to the boy's dormitories. He led Lupin into his dormitory where they seemed to have calmed down Ron - he was sitting down, paying checkers. Dean, who was playing with him, was purposely losing the game. Then he saw Harry, and completely changed. Ron lunged at Harry, knocking over his grandfather's chess set and-

"Locairmortis!" Professor Lupin screamed, pointing his wand at Ron, who froze midair. Only his eyes could move around, mostly staring at Harry. Ron was in four or five feet above the floor with his arms outstretched. Harry stepped out from under him as Lupin was looking along his neck.

"Aha! Ron was bitten by a…Demon," Lupin pointed out.

"And that is," Harry questioned more rudely than he meant to.

"Well what happened today? Explain everything - I need to hear the details to find out what type of Demon it was," Lupin said with inquisitiveness.

Harry told them the story with some help from Dean.

"Looked like he had rabies…only for Harry's blood, though," Seamus commented.

"Precisely! When a Demon bites someone - the first person that they see, they get jealous of…or, uh something like that. Then they take what's important from them…this one that bit your friend appears to be the envious Demon," Lupin said deep in thought. "And if there's anything to be envious about it's your girlfriend."

"So Ron doesn't really like Hermione?" Harry asked.

"Probably not…actually I don't know. This is a case isn't for me because I haven't had any experience on Demon's from Satan…I know Minerva and Sibyll have but Sibyll will just predict where it came from…" Lupin muttered talking more to him, oblivious that they were in the room.

"Follow me," he said motioning them out of the dorm. They all went down the stairs, into the common room, and next to the fireplace that had burnt out. Lupin muttered a spell and it was suddenly roaring full of wood.

"Minerva," he called into the fireplace "Need help with some Gryffindor's." Dean and Seamus gave each other looks but Harry had seen this happen before in Snape's office. Minerva came out of the fireplace brushing the soot of her clean robes'. Professor McGonagall groaned at the sight of Professor Lupin.

"What is it this time?! Do you know how late it is?" she shrieked, reminding Harry of distinctively Hermione.

"Ronald Weasley was bit by a Demon," Lupin said, not at all taken aback by McGonagall's remark. "I wasn't about to get Sibyll - she would only foretell where it came from."

"Hmm," she said, immersed in what she had just heard. "Where is he?"

"In his dorm; I froze him mid-air," Lupin said.

Professor McGonagall gasped wrathfully.

"You what?!" she yelled running up the stairs to the boys' dormitories.

"Well, what did you expect me to do!?" Lupin called after her, as the four roommates followed their professors up the stairs.

"I don't kno-" but Minerva stopped frozen at the opened the door. "So that's him," she said cautiously.

"Yes, Minerva," Remus replied, who was already at her side. McGonagall strode over to Ron, examining his neck just as Lupin had. Harry noticed his Ron staring at him with a glint that he didn't like…

"Well I'm guessing he's jealous of Harry," McGonagall commented. Harry nodded. Ron narrowed his eyes at her, then stared at Harry, again.

"What happened, Remus?" she said turning somewhat reluctantly to Lupin.

"Harry's girlfriend Hermione, as you know…" Professor Lupin went on telling the story Harry had told him.

"I've never seen Ron like that," Seamus said with a tone of fear in his voice. Neville whimpered, ducking behind Dean.

"That isn't Ron," Harry said flatly. They all raised their eyebrows at him.

"Look at him!" he told his roommates. "When does Ron ever act or even look like that? Never. Whatever Demon bit him must have been very covetous." They turned to look at the statue-like Ron.

Lupin just finished telling McGonagall the story.

"But the thing I don't get is when Ron was bitten because he was all right in the morning…" Lupin trailed of looking at Ron.

"It takes awhile before the bite effect the person," McGonagall said examining Ron's bite. "It appears Mr. Weasley was bitten by the envy Demon…Satan must have sent him - we haven't seen Demons in quite a long time…

"As for you Potter - this has been some busy day for you…but we will need your help, despite the fact that it is way after midnight." Harry had forgotten all about the time.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked.

"Well Finnagan, Thomas, and Longbottom," she cringed, "could surely help too."

"We need you to help Ron recover from the bite," Lupin explained.

"Obviously," McGonagall rolled her eyes. "The reason why is because you all know Ron very well…" she went on telling them the whole procedure. She sighed.

"Wait a sec," Harry said abruptly. "Hermione knows Ron really well too." McGonagall looked as if she was hoping nobody would ask that question.

"Hermione uh wouldn't exactly help, Harry," Lupin said looking uneasy too.

"She would only undo the spell," McGonagall justified. "Back to the plan…Longbottom if you mess up…" she threatened. Neville gulped.

"Neville will do fine," Lupin seemed to have confidence in Neville.

"Well then Remus, lets start," McGonagall said, ushering everyone in a circle around Ron.

Ron continued to stare at Harry. Neville was reciting the spell under his breath.

"On the count to three," Lupin said. "One, two…three!"

"Satan, Satan king of slay
Bring your Demon far away"

Ron's look softened. He looked around at everyone (without moving his neck) with questioning eyes.

"Finite Incantem!" Lupin yelled. Ron fell from the air. He groaned and rubbed his hipbone.

"Why didn't you make me land on a bed?" Ron muttered as if he just woke up. Suddenly he shook his head and stood up.

"THANK YOU!" Ron yelled hugging Lupin and McGonagall.

"And you guys too!" he exclaimed strangling Harry, Seamus, Dean, and Neville around their necks.

They all stood there in shock.

"That wasn't me! Some Demon bit me in the middle of the night!" he exclaimed.

All of then let out sighs…except for McGonagall; she still looked shaky. Slowly she took steps backwards, oblivious to everyone asking Ron questions.

"But you were fine in the morning!" Harry argued.

"I could still do some stuff at my own will in the morning, but it wouldn't let me tell you guys anything about last night. As the day went on it took more and more control of me." Ron winced. "I would never do that to Hermione or you."

They talked for a while about stuff that happened that day. Lupin was in the back talking to McGonagall, who was pale and trembling.

Harry looked at his watch and groaned. It was 2:30 AM. Why hadn't McGonagall or Lupin ushered us to bed, he wondered.

"Come on get to bed," Lupin said. Harry noticed McGonagall was gone.

"Where's Professor McGonagall?" Seamus asked.

Lupin shrugged. "She's seems to have thought it had something to do with the Potter Prophecy." Everyone looked at Lupin wondering what the 'Prophecy' was. Suddenly he clapped his hand over his forehead like Harry does when his scar is hurting, but Harry was scowling. Lupin laughed nervously.

"Gotta go," he said trying to get out of this situation. "I'll see you on Tuesday? Yeah, Tuesday's Defense Against the Dark Arts." Ron raised an eyebrow.

"We didn't get our schedules yet," Dean said once Lupin left.

Harry stifled a yawn trying to get off the Prophecy topic, though he knew it would never work.

"So what's this 'Potter Prophecy' crap, eh?" Ron asked. If only it was crap, he thought.

"Some divination that I'm hoping won't turn out to be true," Harry sighed.

"Prophecy's always turn out to be true," Neville said sadly. "One's been running in my family for generations…" he trailed off. Harry was surprised.

"What Prophecy, Neville?" Harry asked.

"Nothing, nothing. Y-you first, Harry." He squeaked out.

"Well… You know it's getting late," Harry said running fingers through his hair absentmindedly.

"Do we have to use truth potion on you?" Ron asked.

"No, no," Harry said, thinking of what Ron did to Hermione, then of Snape holding up a clear vile of it last year threatening him. Harry exhaled, knowing there was no way out.

"They think, they aren't sure about this, but they think that if I…" Harry hesitated. It hurt to talk about it.

"Spit it out, Harry," Ron said.

"TheythinkI'mgonnadieifIfallinlovewithHermione," he burst out. Nobody seemed to get it but Ron.

"Why?!" Ron asked horrified. "Don't tell me because of You-know-Who…"

Harry nodded and turned away. He laid down on his bed, leaning on his elbow.

"Hey," Ron said sitting across from Harry on his bed. "You tell Hermione yet?" Harry shook his head.

"I can't. I mean really - what could I say? 'Oh Hermione you can't come near me or you'll be in danger too!'" Harry said sounding like Parvati and Lavender during the impression. Ron forced a laugh.

"Want me to tell-"

"No!" Harry said as if Ron just screamed out his secret. "I mean no. Don't say anything."

"Who told you in the first place?" Ron asked.

Harry explained the Potter Prophecy in more detail and they discussed ideas of letting Hermione find out. From Harry's way of seeing things it looked hopeless.

"Just tell her straight out…oh I no! Tell her tomorrow at the Hogsmeade trip!"

Harry shook his head again. "She'll runaway. She'll be mad at me… I don't want to ruin the Hogsmeade visit for her." Harry said cynically.

"Oh come on she's probably mad now that you aren't talking to her." Ron reasoned. Harry stared at the floor. "Trust me - tell her tomorrow."

"I didn't even ask her to go with me!" Harry pointed out.

"You won't have to! It'll just be the three of us and then I'll make up some excuse and - tada! You two are alone!" The way Ron said this made the both of them both go into uncontrollable fits of laughter.

"So what do you say? Will you tell her?" he asked. "Or not?" Ron put on a puppy face. Harry laughed again.

"Yeah ok, ok, but what are you gonna do?" He questioned. Ron turned a little red and grinned devilishly.

"Say hello to oh…Lavender perhaps?" Ron turned even redder.

That only made them go hysterical.

As Harry drifted of to sleep (4:00 A.M.!) he wondered what would be in store for the three of them the next day.

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AN: :))))))) --- evil smile lol yes Im evil, evil, evil!!! lol i'll be going now.... Oh yeah - you guyz gotta review! Its pathetic that you all dont - it only: takes 30 sec (not even!). I'm sorry Ron's acting different now. He just overwhelmed about the demon thing - ya no? Review!