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Summary: Ron finds out what happened.
What Am I?
"What were ya' doin' in there?" Hagrid's gruff voice asked as Ron ran into him.

"I couldn't help it," Ron said in a hoarse voice, staring up at the Giant above him. Hagrid's hand landed on Ron's shoulder roughly. He pulled it back right after it landed probably with a look of disgust on it, although in the dark Ron couldn't tell.

"You'd better come with me," Hagrid said in a slightly nervous voice. Ron nodded breathing hard. He followed Hagrid with a nasty feeling of pleasure. He felt infinite, powerful.

Light seemed to flood in all around Ron, it made him slightly anxious and was not quite sure why. Hagrid looked back at him, fear written on his features.

"Does it hurt?" Hagrid asked gruffly. The question seemed to echo in Ron's ears several times before he could comprehend the meaning of the words. It didn't hurt. It had at first but now, it felt... Fine, Good.

"No," Ron answered shortly, staring down at his bloody hands. This seemed to scare Hagrid more. He pulled Ron's jacket off carefully pulling down the collar of his shirt. He didn't seem happy about what he found.

He told Ron to sit down, which Ron did, still puzzled at what was going on. Hagrid grabbed his chin gently pulling his mouth open.

Hagrid seemed to gape at the appearance of the inside of Ron's mouth, it made Ron nervous. What was wrong?

"Stay 'ere," He ordered, letting go of Ron's jaw and heading towards a cupboard. Ron slowly ran his tongue along his teeth, blood filled his mouth.

Fangs.

He had fangs.

"Hagrid," Ron started slowly, getting a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. Hagrid glanced back at him, "A-am, I a, a, werewolf?" Ron asked nervously. Hagrid shook his head. He walked back towards where Ron sat holding a small hand mirror, he walked around, behind Ron and held out the mirror in front of them.

Ron blinked at the vision in front of him. Hagrid, stood there, with that same concerned look on his face but in front of him, was a translucent Ron.

"Thank God," Hagrid whispered. Ron yelled loudly, no particular words, just a yell.

"I-I'm dead," He muttered after his outburst, Hagrid shook his head.

"Not exactly," He said.

"Then what the hell AM I?" Ron asked afraid of the answer.

Hagrid wasn't the one to tell Ron, he made Ron go up to the castle with him and they went straight to see Dumbledore.

"Just tell me," Ron said angrily, he could feel something surging through him, he felt strong, powerful.

"Watch yer temper," Hagrid muttered staring at him nervously. It confused Ron, it seemed that Hagrid was, afraid of him. He had power, he had turned into something inhuman, yet he still had human thoughts.

"I'm afraid you were bitten by a vampire," Dumbledore said in a sad voice once Ron was seated in front of him and Hagrid told him about the mirror, teeth, and marks on his back.

"A-a vampire?" Ron sputtered nervously. They had studied them the previous year. Vampires were soulless, heartless demons, who had to drink blood to live, and kill to stay sharp.

"Yes. But luckily, it seems whoever it was that bit you did it sloppily, and you weren't fully dead before they mixed your bloods. Therefore, you are a vampire, with a soul." Ron gaped at him, a vampire with a soul? He was speechless, and yet had so many questions.

"What does that mean?" He finally asked after a long moment of silence.

"It means, that in a way, you're half and half. Half man, half vampire. Because you're half and half you can stay on at Hogwarts, but you'll have to take special classes, classes to teach you to control yourself," Dumbledore said very seriously. Ron nodded. "Until tomorrow you will stay in the hospital wing, if anyone asks, you were clawed by an owl."

"So then, I'm not aloud to tell anyone I'm a-a..." Ron trailed off, 'monster' the word rang in his head making him feel ill, he saw himself hurting people, killing, killing malfoy. He grinned feeling his body surge.

"You are not to tell anyone, and are not to try any spells, until after you've learned to control yourself. You'll meet with professor Lupin after dinner until we believe you need no more training."

"Ok," Ron said still dwelling on the idea of biting Malfoy and watching him as he died.

"Your professors will be informed of these unfortunate events." Dumbledore added, and Ron was taken up to the hospital wing.

Harry, Ginny, and Hermione came to visit the next day, hearing about his unfortunate accident with an owl.

"But why would an owl do that? I mean they don't normally just attack people," Harry said puzzledly staring at the bandage on Ron's neck.

"My guess is someone put a spell on it to attack me," Ron said using the story he had made up when he couldn't sleep.

"But who?" Ginny asked.

"Probably Malfoy," Ron said bitterly, shooting a look at Hermione. She didn't even flinch, just nodded along with the rest of them as if she hated him more then ever. It made Ron angry, why could she trick everyone like this? Why didn't anyone notice that she was going off to meet the antichrist?

'Because Harry and Ginny are to busy flirting to notice anything around them,' Ron thought to himself. He could feel himself changing again, his teeth growing to fangs, body getting stronger. He saw his face in the reflection of the metal pitcher of water that sat on his bedside table, his face was pale and his hair seemed to be getting slightly darker.

"Ron, you really don't look well, maybe that owl had a disease or something," Hermione said seeming to notice the change. It only made him angrier, she had to leave, he couldn't let her know. He couldn't let anyone know.

"I need to get some sleep now," He slurred trying to keep his lips shut.

"Maybe we should get Madame Pomferey," Ginny suggested.

"No, I'm ok," Ron insisted. "I just need to sleep," They nodded each saying goodbye in turn before leaving Ron alone. He stared at his reflection he was getting that awful urge again, he needed to kill, he needed blood. His body forced him up before he could stop it and he started wandering recklessly towards the door.

"Mr. Weasley! Please try to contain yourself!" Madame Pomferey yelled a look of terror shining in her eyes. He could feel his heart beating excitedly, while he mentally cursed himself. Ron advanced on her sliding his tongue against his teeth and feeling blood fill his mouth.

'Sharp,' He thought to himself putting his hands out to grab her. He threw her roughly onto the hospital bed leaning over her mouth wide when he froze. He had vaguely heard someone yell a spell but couldn't turn his head to see who had frozen him.

"Your gonna need to learn to control that," Lupin's voice said calmly from behind him. Madame Pomferey whimpered, pulling herself lose from Ron's grasp. Ron could feel his body relax and his teeth shrinking to normal size.

"Thought I'd check on you, make sure you really were bitten by a vampire," Lupin's voice continued, "Finite Incantatem," He muttered and Ron fell onto the bed with a loud thump. "Obviously, you were bitten, and will need quite a bit of training."

"No kidding?" Ron asked sarcastically.

"Don't get angry at me, I can kick your vampire ass, we will get you blood, but you can't go biting whomever you want, people get suspicious about stuff like that," Lupin said goodheartedly Ron glared at him staring down at his hands, they were slowly becoming tan again.

"I can't stop it, I can tell when I'm changing but I can't make it stop," Ron said glancing up at him.

"Well, I'll help you learn how. You are to come and see me at about ten thirty tonight, the rest of the time it will be right after dinner."

"Why ten o'clock tonight?" Ron asked.

"Haven't you studied Vamps yet?" Lupin asked as if the reason were obvious.

"Well, yeah, but what does timing have to do with anything?"

"A vampire will go back to the form they were when they were bitten after twenty-four hours. That's why vampires and vampiresses can't die," Lupin started to explain.

"Oh, and I was bitten at about ten, so then I'll be all healed," Ron said nodding.

"Right," Lupin said nodding, "I have to go tell the rest of the class the change of time, so I'll see you tonight."

"You mean I'm not the only vampire?" Ron asked amazed.

"There's one other vamp, one other werewolf, not counting me, and a veela," Lupin said grinning, "Never noticed?" Ron shook his head, "Good then I did my job," Lupin muttered before winking and leaving.
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So was anyone expecting that? I didn't want to make it TOO obvious. This may be a little cliché sounding, like buffy or something, but I'm trying to not let it get that way. There aren't a lot of HP stories about vamps.
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