Title: Lost in a Storm (03?)

Category: Drama

Sub Category: Horror

Keywords: HRH,Love Triangels,Vampires

Rating: R(XD)

Summary: Harry, Ron and Hermione after having a huge hurdle to pass, all smack into the next one – literally. As a story of the past comes back, and with it a man in black with a dark story he has foreseen. In a world where Voldemort has been banished to Hell. A new evil rises from the abyss.

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. I don't own the character of Louis either; he belongs to Anne Rice.

Author's Note: There is a bit of slash here, a bit of het there… and Sex bloody everywhere… You no like… feck off! I owe this story to Ruthie! Her and I began this whole Idea of she writes a bit, then me. Dedicated to you, love. Also, the idea for this sprung from watching Queen of the Damned, yesterday.

Chapter Three: Welcome to the Abyss

Ron awoke with a start. He sat up and looked around him. He was in a hut, but unsure where.

He tried to stand up, and succeeded for a moment, then fell to the floor.

He then noticed the man who he had seen, and who had bitten him.

"What the fuck have you done to me." He shouted.

"I have given you the gift of eternity," he said in a French accent.

"What the fuck are you talking about." Ron asked.

"For centuries your kind knew of us, but all the facts were fake. We don't fry in the sunlight, we don't burn because of a crucifix and we do not erupted into dust if you stake us. We have mortality; we can be killed like any human. However, a Vampire has the strength of ten men."

Ron looked at the man in Horror. But he suddenly got a pain in his chest, a burning pain. He cried out, his heart was beating so fast.

Thump

Harry

Thump Hermione Thump

Family

Thump

Voldemort

Thump, Thump…

Dead.

"Where is he?" Harry asked Hermione. "He has been gone for three days now."

"I don't know, Harry." Hermione said. Her eyes were puffy and red.

"I can't take this. What is Dumbledore doing in there?" Harry bellowed.

"A location charm, if he is in the area, we will find him."

Dumbledore stepped out of his office. "Come with me."

"Ron."

Harry and Hermione hugged Ron tightly.

"Don't you ever do that again." Harry growled. "Where the f… Where were you?"

"I don't know." Ron said simply. "I woke up behind Hagrid's hut."

Hermione and Harry took a step back and looked at him. They noticed that his freckles had gone, his skin was pale, and his eyes. He looked: gorgeous.

"Harry, Hermione; both of you take Ronald back to his dormitory if you please." Dumbledore said, intruding on their thoughts.

"Ron, you alright there." Harry asked.

"No." Ron said.

Harry sat on the edge of Ron's bed. "Why? What's up?"

"I did hear you, you know." Ron said. "I heard you say it."

Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Fine then, I'll have to remind you." Ron sat up and then pulled Harry into him for a kiss. It was brief, when the pulled back Harry had tears in his eyes.

"Ron… I love you." Harry said then pulled Ron back into a kiss, while sobbing.

The pulled away, Ron looked happily at Harry – who was beaming.

"The last of your emotions with die along with the rest of you, over the next few days." Louis warned. "So I will be back to fetch you."

"But what if I want to stay?" Ron asked.

"Then you shall die." Louis said darkly. "And so will all those you hold dear to you."

"Bastard." Ron shouted.

"Come with me." Louis beackoned. Ron shook his head, so Louis dragged him away.

Ron awoke in his dorm, he found that he had a killer of a headache.

"Morning, sunshine." came a voice.

"Ug." was all he would muster into a sentence.

Harry sighed down at his best friend/lover, and then snaked his arms around him.

"Should I go to Phumfrey and get something for your headache?" Harry asked, with a sympathetic tone.

"How'd you know?" croaked Ron.

Harry sighed. "I've lived with you for donkeys years, and so I know a think or five about your habits, and I can imagine that is what I do when I have a headache." Harry thn turned to leave, "I'll be right back with something to help you. Or do you feel ok to come with me?"

Ron smiled mischeivously, "Only if you come too." Then he winced.

Harry grinned. "When you feel better, I'll make sure you do. But focus now on getting better."

"...Fuck yeah... Oh god..." Harry moaned.

Ron smiled. "Klenex?" Ron asked.

Harry collapsed in a heap, and said: "I won't be able to shit properly for a week."

Ron smiled.

Harry soon feel asleep, but Ron was wide away. This bloodlust he had within him was becoming to strong. He needed some more, he physically lusted for it.

"Ack." he groaned - the headache was back. He de-tangeled himself from Harry, and then put on a dressing gown, and fled to the bathroom, and vomited in a toilet. He had no idea where this had come from, he hadn't eaten or done anything; and yet there was blood there.

"Shit." he said.

"You alright, Ron?" came a voice.

"Just a bit peckish." Ron turned and looked at Seamus. "Might just have myself a bit of neck." he said as if he was to have a bit of chicken leg or somethingand he pounced.

Dean pulled back the curtains.

"What?" Harry said, detected the light. He tried to escape under the covers, but Dean didn't let him. Instead Dean pulled away the cover, and left Harry, naked, and cold.

"What is it?" Harry seethed. "I was trying to..." But what he was trying to do, never left his lips. Dean was looking pale and horrified.

"You have to see this." he said.

Dean threw his a dresing gown and Harry stood up, and followed.

Harry surveyed Dean, his eyes were bloodshot - he had been crying.

Dean opened the door, and the stench filled Harry's nose... it was so bad, that he vomited. Just like Ron had.

Seamus was lying on the floor in a pool of his own blood, the raw stench of carrion had taken over his mind.

"Holy fuck." was all he could say.