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Ahbahh: Wow, where do I begin? Of course Ron was bitten, remember the nasty thing with his ribs? And once again, answer to life/death question in this chapter. Mrs. Weasley isn't really afraid of them because they're close to her and currently they're really weak anyways. And Harry's not her master, quite the opposite is, in fact, she was referring to him as being the master of the Wonder Trio & Co. somewhat.
Hali Jade Snape: I'm afraid you'll be a little disappointed.
Josh Potter: Oh, I'm not going to let Ginny and Harry get together for quite a while, especially since there's the slight complication that she's "dead". And thanks for the suggestion, by the way. Ginny's "evil" so there should be plenty of use for that.
Vicous Pixie: You will find the answer in this chapter! Besides, note the ships.
Just as somewhat of a warning, this is more of the Ron/Lupin/Ginny half of the post-attack recovery. Not much actual action until chapter 4 when they appear again.
Red Moon
Chapter Two: Strike
Ron groaned. His head felt like it was splitting fully in half. Below him he could feel rock, and when he opened his eyes, he saw rock above him. So he was in a cave. Groaning and rolling over, he yelled when his chest struck a rock. The pressure had gone from his skin to his lung to his heart, which, needless to say, hurt quite a bit.
He flopped back onto his back, gasping. He tenderly felt the area that had struck stone. It was the same spot that had been injured the night before, but there was skin over it. However, it felt like there was no bone support- no ribs, which explained why the rock had bruised his heart and lung. Ron frowned. If his heart and lung were bruised, he should theoretically be dead. So...
He flinched like the realization had struck him. The one thing he learned from Snape's lesson on werewolves was that if you were bitten by a werewolf or a vampire or had any contact with their body fluid, be it blood, saliva, whatever, you became one.
He gingerly sat up and looked around. Lupin, still as a wolf, was crouched nearby. At the sight of Ron awake, he ambled over and slowly turned back into a human.
"Turned?"
Ron said nothing, only nodded.
"I've got a nasty scar from that wolf. You seem to have a bit of a problem as well. No one can grow back a missing bone without considerable magical operations, not even a wolf. But veins, arteries and various organs are no problem for a wolf. Which is why whacking yourself in the heart and lung didn't kill you. And where's Ginny?"
A now panicked Ron stood as fast as he could and looked around. "She's not here! You don't think she..."
"No. I was a little conscious when they took us in here. I saw her walking."
Ron sighed in relief and sank to the floor before realizing something else. "But what if she's been bitten by something?"
"Yes, what if she's been bitten?" said a teasing, familiar voice from the back of the cave.
Ron gingerly sat up, wincing, and turned his head. The vampiress from the alley was standing at the back of the cave, carefully avoiding the solitary ray of sunlight beaming onto the cave floor.
"You," he grunted, not having enough air for a proper yell.
He tried to stand, but found he didn't have quite the capacity yet. He flopped back down, gasping. Lupin caught him before he ended up giving himself internal injuries again.
She shook a finger. "Now, now. My master shall be angry if you hurt yourself."
"Your master be damned!" Ron shouted, leaving him, once again, gasping for air.
"I don't think that's really fair, Ron," said Ginny, appearing behind the vampiress's shoulder. "After all, Ursula's just fulfilling a promise."
"A promise to who?" Ron croaked, as Lupin propped him up.
"Who else?" Ginny said, smirking.
A dark-haired woman in her mid-thirties stepped out from behind her. Lupin flinched involuntarily. Bellatrix Lestrange tilted her head and raised an eyebrow.
"Honestly, Weasley, I'd have expected you to have at least some measure of intelligence. Then again, you did seem to tag behind my cousin, so that explains some of it."
Lupin twitched. Ginny stepped forward, and revealed that she, unlike the others, was wearing new robes. Obviously she had been conscious when they came in.
Her eyes were downcast, and her face seemed very pale. Her hair hung around her face in a straggly fashion. Ron began to get a very nasty feeling in the pit of his stomach, a bitter taste rising in his throat to settle on the tip of his tongue.
Ginny lifted her head. Her eyes had become scarlet stars, glaring unblinkingly at their surroundings. She smiled.
And struck.
Ahbahh: Wow, where do I begin? Of course Ron was bitten, remember the nasty thing with his ribs? And once again, answer to life/death question in this chapter. Mrs. Weasley isn't really afraid of them because they're close to her and currently they're really weak anyways. And Harry's not her master, quite the opposite is, in fact, she was referring to him as being the master of the Wonder Trio & Co. somewhat.
Hali Jade Snape: I'm afraid you'll be a little disappointed.
Josh Potter: Oh, I'm not going to let Ginny and Harry get together for quite a while, especially since there's the slight complication that she's "dead". And thanks for the suggestion, by the way. Ginny's "evil" so there should be plenty of use for that.
Vicous Pixie: You will find the answer in this chapter! Besides, note the ships.
Just as somewhat of a warning, this is more of the Ron/Lupin/Ginny half of the post-attack recovery. Not much actual action until chapter 4 when they appear again.
Red Moon
Chapter Two: Strike
Ron groaned. His head felt like it was splitting fully in half. Below him he could feel rock, and when he opened his eyes, he saw rock above him. So he was in a cave. Groaning and rolling over, he yelled when his chest struck a rock. The pressure had gone from his skin to his lung to his heart, which, needless to say, hurt quite a bit.
He flopped back onto his back, gasping. He tenderly felt the area that had struck stone. It was the same spot that had been injured the night before, but there was skin over it. However, it felt like there was no bone support- no ribs, which explained why the rock had bruised his heart and lung. Ron frowned. If his heart and lung were bruised, he should theoretically be dead. So...
He flinched like the realization had struck him. The one thing he learned from Snape's lesson on werewolves was that if you were bitten by a werewolf or a vampire or had any contact with their body fluid, be it blood, saliva, whatever, you became one.
He gingerly sat up and looked around. Lupin, still as a wolf, was crouched nearby. At the sight of Ron awake, he ambled over and slowly turned back into a human.
"Turned?"
Ron said nothing, only nodded.
"I've got a nasty scar from that wolf. You seem to have a bit of a problem as well. No one can grow back a missing bone without considerable magical operations, not even a wolf. But veins, arteries and various organs are no problem for a wolf. Which is why whacking yourself in the heart and lung didn't kill you. And where's Ginny?"
A now panicked Ron stood as fast as he could and looked around. "She's not here! You don't think she..."
"No. I was a little conscious when they took us in here. I saw her walking."
Ron sighed in relief and sank to the floor before realizing something else. "But what if she's been bitten by something?"
"Yes, what if she's been bitten?" said a teasing, familiar voice from the back of the cave.
Ron gingerly sat up, wincing, and turned his head. The vampiress from the alley was standing at the back of the cave, carefully avoiding the solitary ray of sunlight beaming onto the cave floor.
"You," he grunted, not having enough air for a proper yell.
He tried to stand, but found he didn't have quite the capacity yet. He flopped back down, gasping. Lupin caught him before he ended up giving himself internal injuries again.
She shook a finger. "Now, now. My master shall be angry if you hurt yourself."
"Your master be damned!" Ron shouted, leaving him, once again, gasping for air.
"I don't think that's really fair, Ron," said Ginny, appearing behind the vampiress's shoulder. "After all, Ursula's just fulfilling a promise."
"A promise to who?" Ron croaked, as Lupin propped him up.
"Who else?" Ginny said, smirking.
A dark-haired woman in her mid-thirties stepped out from behind her. Lupin flinched involuntarily. Bellatrix Lestrange tilted her head and raised an eyebrow.
"Honestly, Weasley, I'd have expected you to have at least some measure of intelligence. Then again, you did seem to tag behind my cousin, so that explains some of it."
Lupin twitched. Ginny stepped forward, and revealed that she, unlike the others, was wearing new robes. Obviously she had been conscious when they came in.
Her eyes were downcast, and her face seemed very pale. Her hair hung around her face in a straggly fashion. Ron began to get a very nasty feeling in the pit of his stomach, a bitter taste rising in his throat to settle on the tip of his tongue.
Ginny lifted her head. Her eyes had become scarlet stars, glaring unblinkingly at their surroundings. She smiled.
And struck.