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Switch: H/D overdone? (looks at number of pages on H/D fics) wow...just realized that too...oh well I luv em anyway! XD I'm glad you like it!
DemonRogue: ok thankies:) I don't think the foursome would have been fit for R )(or M)anyway (blushes) heh...
leftoversushi: I won't forget about Honeydukes, it's my baby...and I really have to get rid of the writers block...I'm almost done with the new chapter too! As for the foursome as much as I want to write it, I think I might get kicked off T.T
zoomaphonethepirate: sorry for the delay in this fic, it's just that I'm almost done with two other fics of mine and they needed more attention (sweatdrop) I'll be so relieved when I'll only have one or two fics to worry about X.X
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Pixie Goddess1: YOU DON'T LIKE RON? (dies) I LUV the guy! (hugs Ronplushy), he's adorable! If there's any make out scenes with Ron you can just skip the part :) me don't mind...although...this fic is kind of Ron centric. The main pairing will be H/D though
yaukira: lol, I only like those old fashioned porcelain dolls, that's how I'm depicting the guys as, but I admit it is kind of creepy (sweatdrop)
A/N: I'm so sorry for the delay in this fic, I have a lot of things going on, the other fics, stupid Terra Nova tests, and my Language Arts teacher harrassing me about my essays T.T hopefully I'll update more quickly this time
Chapter Two: A Taste of Blood
"I quit."
Dumbledore looked down at the glimmering Gryffindor prefects badge with a slight frown. "Mr. Weasley?" he looked up at the red haired boy curiously.
"I quit," Ron repeated quietly.
"You quit…care to explain?" he leaned forward in his chair, the frown still in place.
"There's just so many things I have to do right now, I doubt I'm a good prefect anyway," shrugged the Gryffindor.
"Really?" he raised an eyebrow, "you were doing so well this year."
He lowered his head to hide his embarrassment, "I still don't think I'm qualified enough to be one. I have other responsibilities that need more attention."
"Like what? Your school work has improved greatly; I daresay you're practically surpassing your older brother's standards."
"The other responsibilities are private matters."
"Ah, I see," he nodded slowly, though he would never understand the real truth, "has being a prefect been getting in the way of these responsibilities?"
Ron hesitantly shook his head. "No…but I don't deserve it, I can't take the job, I know that now."
"What do you mean?" the headmaster questioned; a look of surprise on his face, "Mr. Weasley, you sound like another prefect I knew. I didn't let him back down on his job because I knew he could do it, I know you can too."
"But I'm not Percy," Ron said softly, startling the older man even more, "someone else can take it, I'm sorry. Afternoon," he nodded in goodbye and walked out of the room before Dumbledore could protest anymore.
"What?" Hermione gaped later that day in the common room, "but Ron you were doing so well!"
"Sorry," he forced a small smile, "I kind of got tired of it."
For a while no one said anything. Hermione looked at the redhead disbelievingly while Harry just looked surprised. "Something's wrong and you're not telling me what it is," the bushy brunette said slowly in a dangerous low tone, "stop acting like a child and spill it, what happened?"
"Nothing," was the answer.
"But Ron," she resisted the urge to stamp her foot, "you were really doing well; I thought you liked being prefect!"
"I used to," the redhead admitted, "but I got tired of it…"
Harry watched him carefully. The young Weasley really did look tired, sad even, and he had that look that screamed knowing too much. The boy wonder frowned slightly. What could cause his cheerful best friend to just suddenly take on a dramatic change?
"Tired?" Hermione repeated, still in that slightly angry tone, "Being a prefect means taking responsibilities, you're acting like a child giving it all up!"
"Hermione," he looked at the carpeted floor sadly, contemplating on his next words, "never mind," he said finally, "I'm going to the library."
Walking past the affronted girl; he walked out of the common room.
"I don't believe him," Hermione ranted, "I really thought he loved being prefect."
"You love being prefect," Harry corrected, avoiding eye contact.
"Well…" not knowing what else to say, she sat down with a huff.
"Ron's been acting weird lately."
"Really?" she raised an eyebrow dully, "a lot of weird things have been happening, Harry, you don't even need to use your glasses anymore."
"Haven't you noticed how weary he looks?" he pressed on, taking a glance at his friend, she seemed to be thinking on it, "he hasn't talked much lately, and he's been going to the library more than you."
"Because he's beginning to take his classes seriously," she automatically responded.
"You're missing the point," he looked at her irritably; "he's becoming thinner, spacing off…" he slowly stopped speaking, noticing something he thought was impossible.
It was like the trio had completely switched places with someone else or each other.
Now that he thought about it, he could see the changes in them. Ron was quieter and getting into books heavily, Hermione was starting to lose her touch on that, she was getting less book addicted as well, and he…he was getting more observant, that was all he could think of.
"Harry?" Hermione nudged him gently in the ribs, "you ok?"
Breaking from his train of thoughts, the raven head nodded and stood up. "I'm going to the library," he frowned, walking away.
"Everyone's going to the library!" Hermione said exasperatedly.
"No stop!" he shouted, throwing himself in front of his whimpering little sister, "don't hurt her!"
His kidnapper lowered his broken bottle, grinning maniacally down at the trembling boy, "no, of course not," he said calmly, still grinning that terrifying grin. He grabbed the boy by the hair, pulling back so that the boy had his head painfully pulled back to look up at the towering man, "you'll take the punishment then," he lowered the broken end of his bottle and pressed it against the small boys' cheek, sliding it down slowly.
He whimpered quietly but didn't fight back, if this was what he had to get to protect his fragile sister then fine, let it be.
The little girl behind him sobbed hysterically, her face buried in her hands, unable to look at the torture her brother had to face through. "St-hop," she hiccupped, "ple-ease stop!"
Swallowing hard, Ron picked up an advanced book on potions and walked silently to the back of the library to the familiar empty table.
How much he wished the visions would go away.
It didn't take long for Draco to find Justin, just look for the loudest biggest crowd of Hufflepuffs and the search is over.
"Come with me," he grabbed the taller boy's arm and reined him into an empty classroom, locking the door and casting the silencing spell. He had to admit, he was surprised Justin didn't pull back from being taken away.
"My but aren't you a tad nervous," Justin said, sitting on a desk casually.
"Is this what you meant by message," he pulled out the envelope he had gotten earlier, slightly crumpled in his hand.
Snatching the envelope, Justin took out the letter and skimmed through it before returning it. "You were on delay, so that's what it was."
"I've been having stomach aches for the past two crescent moons because I needed blood?" the blond exploded, "why didn't you just tell me last night?"
"Because you were still a human then, now that you've got your letter I can tell you everything," he fumbled through his robes before pulling out a small tube full of dark red liquid, "here, drink it," he tossed it to him.
Draco looked at it closely before making a face and glaring at Justin. "I'm not drinking this."
"Yes you will," his eyes smoothly changed to the doll eyes from before, shining brilliantly against the light, the hazel color of his irises looking brighter in a plastic way. Draco flinched at the sight, the strange tingle of fear creeping up again, "drink it."
"Why? It's not night-"
"You haven't drunk a single drop for the past two crescent moons, any longer and you'll be dead before the year ends, not even the end-your-life dead, but the you're-a-vampire dead."
Paling at the thought but sending the Hufflepuff a weak glare, Draco hesitantly uncorked the tube, tipped it on his parted lips and closed his eyes tightly, waiting for the crimson liquid to pass into his mouth.
For a second there was nothing.
Then he felt it. The warm wet blood pouring past his suddenly dry lips, spilling into his mouth. As the thick fluid rushed down his throat Draco stifled a groan. The taste…it was so sweet and luscious…he felt adrenaline pump through his veins.
And then it was gone, leaving the Slytherin wanting more. Biting back the urge to beg for another, Draco licked his lips and shakily handed the tube back to Justin who took it amusedly.
"Meet me in the courtroom tonight after curfew, I can't explain everything here," he pocketed the tube and got off the table, "there'll be another Doll with us, hopefully two if everything goes well."
"What? Wait, what did the letter mean by me not being a wizard anymore?" he exploded.
"Because you've got the disease now, you're a doll, don't worry you can still do magic," he walked to the door, halting near a desk, "don't bring anyone with you tonight, remember to stick to the shadows," he left leaving another tube of blood at the desk he stopped at.
Swallowingwith thirst, Draco rushed to the tube and downed it desperately.
Ron tensed slightly when he felt a presence sit in front of him. Ignoring the person he turned the page to his book and continued to read.
"Hey."
He looked up at Harry in surprise. "Hi," he responded, looking back down at his book with a slight frown, Harry sure did look different without his glasses.
"Uh…what have you been up to lately?"
"Reading," he answered, not looking up from his book.
An uncomfortable silence fell over them. Ron closed his book and sighed, he couldn't read under these conditions, especially with Harry staring at him so intently.
"Did you want something?" he asked, mindful of trying not to sound rude or irritated.
"Why did you give…" he suddenly turned around to, watching as a first year walk past him to a table. Caught by the waft of a sweet smell, Harry made to stand up. Ron quickly reached out and grabbed his wrist causing his friend to whine.
"Not yet," he muttered loud enough for Harry to hear. The Gryffindor looked at him in confusion, "did you receive your letter?"
"Wh-"
"Not here," he said more firmly, "tonight, we'll talk in the courtroom after curfew."
Harry sat down slowly, gazing at his best friend suspiciously. "Ron, what's going on?"
"Not here," he repeated before re-opening his book and going back to reading, "two other Dolls will be with us tonight."
"Two other…" his voice drifted off when realization dawned on him, "you're a-"
Ron looked back at him sharply, Harry yelped in slight fear.
Staring back at him were crystal blue doll-like eyes.
Harry stepped out of the library, stumbling a little, barely noticing where he was going. Nothing made sense anymore!
'What the sodding hell is going on?' he screamed in his head.
Doll? What did that mean? That he was suddenly part vampire?
Shaking his head he continued his aimless journey, forcing himself to walk on even though the sweet scent coming from the younger and sometimes older students was intoxicating him.
'What's happening to me?' he wondered wildly, leaning against a stone wall, 'what's with this scent?'
The giggles of a little girl echoed through the corridor, startling him into standing up straight. The giggling became louder, almost high pitched before they dimmed down a little.
"You're thirsty…" echoed the little girls' voice, bouncing off the walls in a way Harry thought would only fit in a very large chamber, "…so innocent…"
"Who are you?" he mumbled, putting a hand lightly over his growling stomach, "ah!" a particular pierce in his stomach scent him on all fours, breathing deeply. He felt so empty inside…he needed to fill it up…so thirsty…
"So thirsty," the girls' voice moaned, "need innocence…INNOCENCE!"
"STOP!" he shut his eyes tightly, remembering second year and the basilisk, the hand over his stomach pressed harder, he whimpered at the gut empty pain before gingerly standing up, "leave me alone."
The voice was gone with the stomach ache leaving the raven head more confused than before.
Shaking his head he took more hurried steps to Gryffindor tower. He'd have to leave what happened just now for tonight in his list of questions to Ron.
Neville stepped in the common room looking numb with shock; his hand was grasping something that was hard to see. Hermione watched as he plopped down on one of the squashy sofas heavily.
"Are you all right?" the prefect asked, her brows knitted with worry.
Without saying anything, Neville held up his wavering fist and opened it. Hermione stared for a good long minute at the shining prefects badge trembling a little in the Gryffindor's shaky hand.
"Congratulations," Hermione said softly, though she was frowning at him.
His head shook slightly, "I don't deserve it," he held it limply on his lap, "what did I do to get it? Ron shouldn't have given up on it."
"Did Dumbledore say anything about why he dropped it?" she leaned over, watching him with a look that was determined to know everything.
"A little…I asked him why he did it and he said that Ron felt he didn't deserve it. I think he mentioned something about it taking up some other responsibilities. Hermione, I told him I didn't deserve it, I said I couldn't take it-"
"It's all right," she sighed, "just…do your best, ok?"
"But-"
The bell signaling for dinner interrupted him and before he could say anything else, Hermione was gone. Sighing, he looked down at his badge.
What on earth did he do to earn this?
"Oh, so you're the new prefect?"
Jolting at the voice, he looked at Harry guiltily and nodded. "Dumbledore gave it to me a little while ago," he mumbled.
"Congratulations," he pat his shoulder heartily.
"But I don't deserve it," he practically whined, "why would Ron give it up?"
"He's got a lot of other things to do, besides he was tired-not about the prefect thing-it's just he's looked really tired," Neville didn't look too convinced, "if you're worried about him getting mad at you don't worry, I think he's glad he gave it up."
"Hermione didn't seem too happy."
"Don't worry about her, she'll come around," he waved it off.
Neville stared at him skeptically before saying. "You guys sure have changed."
"What do you mean?" he paled.
"It's like Hermione's losing her patience, Ron's gotten more quiet, and you've gotten on the optimistic side. Sort of."
"What do you mean by Ron getting quieter," so he wasn't the only one who noticed the changes after all.
"I dunno," he shrugged, "now that you mention it about him being tired, he seems to stare off into space a lot, I can sometimes hear him mumbling 'No' or 'don't' in his sleep."
Harry clenched his jaw as he swallowed, a strange whirlwind of worry blanketing over him. Ron never mentioned anything about having nightmares. Well, not recently at least. "Thanks," he heard himself speak, "I'll ask him about it later."
Dinner tasted completely atrocious in Draco's opinion. After drinking the blood from earlier, everything tasted dry and flavorless. He glared across the Great Hall to a certain Hufflepuff angrily. If he hadn't drunk that blood then the food on his plate would be digesting contentedly in his stomach!
"Draco?" Theodore's voice snapped him out of his misery, "you haven't touched your food. Is something wrong?"
"No," he looked down at his plate full of food, his face turned slightly green at the putrid smell that should have been inviting. Curse Justin!
From the other side of the Great Hall a Hufflepuff smirked.
"That's impossible," Ernie said through the chatter, "what would a unicorn be doing hanging around near the castle?"
"It was only a dream," huffed Rose, crossing her arms, "no need to act so logical."
"I'm not acting logical, I'm just saying it's not likely for a unicorn to be so close to humans," shrugged the Hufflepuff prefect, "or the castle for that matter."
"Gee, thanks for making reality smack me in the face again," the third year said dully.
"You're welcome."
Justin glanced at Ernie and suppressed the urge to sneer. Honestly, the boy was such a prick when it came to corrections. He looked down at his half full plate and continued to eat what was still left, looking up at the Slytherin table again he grinned at Draco's lost appetite.
On the table next to theirs Harry studied Ron and Hermione closely.
Something was missing. Something important that was gone for quite some time. But he couldn't put his finger on it.
Ron and Hermione were uncharacteristically silent, eating their food at a steady pace. At least Hermione was eating; Ron was barely nibbling on his chicken. Before Harry could ask what all the tension was about, Hermione slammed her fork down and faced a startled Ron.
"Spill it, what's wrong?"
"Nothing," Harry noticed the redhead shrink away slightly.
"Ronald Weasley you tell me the truth, I'm tired of you acting so…odd," she frowned, her voice softened, "I'm starting to really worry, Harry is too. You're not acting like yourself."
"Guys I'm fine, really," he gave a small smile.
"You don't have to protect me, Edward," his little sister said quietly, "he can't get us anymore."
"You've got the disease," he said firmly, "mum and dad don't even know about it."
"I can take care of myself!" she insisted, "please. I don't want you getting in danger as well."
"Lor-"
"I have to go again, don't come with me, I'm just going into town to see…well, you know."
He sighed in defeat and ran a hand through his wavy brown hair, "remember, no wicked."
The young girl smiled. "Of course."
"Ron?"
The redhead shook his head and found himself facing Hermione. "Yes?"
"You're doing it again," she said, looking hurt, "could you please tell us what's wrong, we're your friends, you can trust us."
"There's nothing wrong," he smiled again along with a soft chuckle, "isn't your food getting cold?"
Hermione looked down at her plate and started eating again before pausing and snapping back at Ron. "Don't change the subject!"
"I wasn't, I was just commenting on your foods lack or attention," he said innocently, "wouldn't want to make the house elves upset for not eating what they made us now would we?"
Hermione's nostrils flared for a second before she grudgingly returned to her dinner. Harry looked at Ron in surprise. It was startling to see that teasing side again.
Keep this a secret, stick to the shadows and stay away from the wicked.
From what the letter said, Harry should not drink the blood of the wicked, and keeping the Doll thing a secret wasn't a hard thing to do. But stick to the shadows?
He sighed in frustration and looked at the bed next to his. Ron was busy with his homework; there were papers and textbooks strewn around his bed. It still felt weird to see him study so hard, it was like he was turning into Percy.
The door opened and Neville walked in like a zombie, dragging his feet to his bed and collapsing on it. Seamus and Dean grinned and snickered.
"Rough night?" Seamus said in his thick Irish accent.
"Hermione wouldn't stop talking about the rules and shifts all the prefects were taking," said the muffled voice of the forgetful boy, "and she's still working!"
"Poor boy," Dean shook his head, "Hermione'll murder you through work by the end of the week."
"I can't even turn in my badge, Dumbledore made up a new rule, no giving up on Prefect duties unless absolutely necessary, like death."
"Don't worry about it too much," Ron said, looking up from his homework, "Hermione will leave you alone on most nights."
Neville lifted his head from his pillow and looked at him almost shamefully. "Why'd you give it up? You were doing so well on it, and I thought you liked being prefect."
"I need to concentrate on more important things," shrugged the young Weasley. Everyone looked at him disbelievingly, "it's true."
Seamus shook his head, "you sure have changed."
Harry had to agree whole heartedly as Ron smiled sheepishly.
Swearing colorfully, Draco walked down the corridor of the dormitories, clutching his empty stomach. Curfew had just passed but there were a few students sitting around the common room.
"Draco? Where are you going?" Pansy asked from her spot on the sofa, she craned her neck at him looking surprised.
"Er-out!" he yelped, caught off guard.
"Oh well, don't get caught," she sounded uncertain, "and tell Theodore to come back if you find him. He went out to the library earlier and hasn't come back since."
Nodding, the blond rushed out of the Slytherin dungeons. He had to get away from the scent of blood, he couldn't stand it.
Walking briskly down the corridors and up the stairs, Draco paused for a second when a great sting pinched his side and stomach. "Bloody hell!" he muttered; sweat trickling down his forehead.
"Not here!" whispered a girl, giggling faintly.
"Where then?" whispered a boy, slightly muffled in what sounded like kisses.
"Ugh…!" Draco walked on, disgusted, 'really! Do your coupling somewhere else!'
Taking quiet steps and staying in the shadows out of habit, Draco made his way to the courtyard. It wasn't until he got there that his shock fully came in.
"Potter? Weasley?" he gaped, stepping out into the cool night-lit courtroom.
Harry looked just as startled. "M-Malfoy!" he stammered, paling under the already pale moon light, "what the hell? Ron what's this all about?"
The former prefect sat calmly on one of the benches, sighing softly. "Didn't expect you to be a doll," he looked up at the fuming blond, he did not look at all surprised though.
"Told you it'd be someone unexpected," Justin's voice made them all except Ron jump in surprise, "sorry I'm late."
"Finch-Fletchley you had better tell me what the sodding hell is going on!" yelled Draco. The Hufflepuff glared icily at him, his doll like eyes blaring against the moonlight in a way that made Draco swallow his next words.
"Unless you want us to get caught, shut up and speak quietly," Justin said in a cool yet angry voice. All Draco could do was sneer weakly.
"I guess I can see why you're a doll," Ron said quietly, seemingly continuing a nonexistent conversation, "pressure, family duties, or is it the little attention your parents are giving you."
The Slytherin paled at the last comment and glared at the redhead. How the ruddy hell did he figure that out? 'No,' he frowned, 'he probably just guessed.'
"I don't understa-would someone please tell me what's going on!" Harry exploded, nearly jumping from his spot.
"All right," Justin took a deep breath, "Malfoy, Harry, shut up and don't interrupt," before the two enemies could speak in dignity the golden blond continued, "the Doll society is one of three communities. Doll's are beings who have a vamperic disease, you all know about that through the letters. The disease can come randomly but most likely on a person who's suffering from trauma. The other two societies are Child and Nightmare, Child is like Doll except they're adults, and Nightmare is seniors that have become young again-"
"That can happen?" blinked Harry.
"Yes and what did I say about interrupting? Anyway, since we're all Doll's here all we have to do is feed on blood every night for a week after the crescent moon."
"So…Weasley's suffered from trauma," Draco raised an elegant eyebrow, "seems like it, what with living in one tiny little room, I'd say that's traumatic."
"And what's yours? You lost your favorite hair gel?" Ron retorted calmly, he continued before Draco would say another smart thing, "I'm not suffering from money problems, and you'd better shut your mouth about anything else because since you're a doll, we know you're suffering as well. We're in the same boat."
Clenching his jaw, Draco didn't say anymore.
"Why us? Everyone goes through something bad everyday," Harry pressed on, ignoring the small argument.
"We're a group," shrugged Justin, "an assigned group. In the three societies there are smaller groups within, you know, to make everything less confusing. Already, we're all together so there's no one else to look on."
"So there could be other…dolls here?" it sounded weird to say it.
"Yeah, we won't know who they are because our scent is only on each other, that's one of the effects on us all being together, that way we know who's killed or not."
"Killed?" Draco paled.
"It's not likely, but it's possible. Now, onto more important business," he rummaged through his pockets, "I got the messages earlier today."
At that moment Harry was overcome with an inexplicable hunger, the same hunger from earlier. Taking a few deep breaths, he sat down gingerly on a bench, a hand over his stomach, somehow this ache was making his slow beating heart hurt. Justin seemed to notice.
"Oh, I forgot," he pulled out four small thermos from one pocket; most likely his pocket was spelled to become larger because the thermos were pretty big even if they were small. He handed one to each doll, "sorry Ron," he smiled sheepishly.
"S'ok," the redhead unscrewed the cap and drank it deeply.
Harry looked at his own thermos skeptically. He felt a pull to it, like his hunger was coming from it. He looked at Ron and Draco, they were already finished with theirs, and Draco, Harry noticed in horror, had something red staining his flushed lips, something that looked like blood.
"What is this?" he asked shakily, ready to hand it back.
"Blood," Justin answered, putting the cap back on his own thermos, "drink it, you'll need it."
"Blood?" he hissed, his hands shaking, "wh-from what?"
"Innocent people," realizing he made a mistake he quickly added, "they're still alive! Just drink it or else you'll still have that stomach ache of yours."
"It's still blood! I'm not drinking it," he dropped it and took a few steps away from it, glaring at the three boys, "I don't know what sick joke you're playing but I'm going to bed," he turned around and walked away angrily. Until someone grabbed him from behind and sent him to the ground.
Before he could sit up, the person pushed him back down, another pair of hands grabbed his legs. Flailing his arms he could barely hear the first person, Justin, say an order.
"Shut up! Calm down," the Hufflepuff said, grabbing his arms tightly, "Malfoy hurry up!"
Resisting the urge to take the thermos for himself and not knowing why he was following Justin's orders, Draco hurried over and dropped to his knees, unscrewing the cap, "hold his head."
Complying, Justin used one hand and stilled Harry's shouting head. "Just swallow," he said calmly, almost soothingly.
"No!" Harry continued to shout, "let go!"
Practically getting a headache from all the screaming, Draco tipped the thermos over, successfully getting the thick blood into the Gryffindor's mouth, some spilled down his chin though and the blond had to again resist the urge to lick it.
The three dolls watched as Harry's muffled protests quickly sank away and his twisting body relaxed.
Closing his green doll eyes, Harry swallowed the thick liquid eagerly, his heart pounding as it went straight to his veins. He whined softly when the drink was over. Slipping his tongue out, he licked up the remains of it on the rim of the thermos. It tasted so good…so sweet…
He was relaxing too quickly now. His head was swimming towards unconsciousness and he could vaguely feel a wet tongue licking his chin…
"Shit, stay awake," Justin shook his shoulders, "c'mon-damn," he sighed before sending in coldness through Harry's body by squeezing his shoulders a little tighter.
Immediately, the raven haired boy woke up gasping for air, sending Draco off him as he sat up, trembling in his internal cold.
Relaxing when the coldness left him, Harry shakily looked up and was met with three pairs of eyes, blue, gray, and hazel. All in their plastic shiny inexpressive forms; he had a feeling his were the same. Remembering what happened just seconds ago, he looked away shamefully.
Innocent blood…he actually drank it…and did Draco just lick his chin?
"Tomorrow we'll go hunting," Justin said, standing up, "and then the week after this, we're going to the Youth Triangle."
"So soon?" Ron looked up confused.
"Yeah, now that our group's complete, we'll get sensitive faster," he gathered the thermos and pocketed them.
"Sensitive?" Draco looked up as well, trying to ignore the fact that he just sucked on Harry's chin.
"Yeah, it's when we get more thirsty and emotional…other things as well," a light pink blushed stained his cheeks, "it happens every two months, it used to be every three months for me and Ron. This'll last for two weeks which means that we stay at the Youth Triangle, it's a sort of relaxation spot."
"Why?"
"Because if we stay here we might as well commit suicide, just the tiniest tease from someone will upset us."
"Where's the Youth Triangle?"
"In the middle of nowhere. We'll be picked up by a carriage, it's a long ride."
"Won't someone notice we're gone?"
"There's a special hallucination spell put on the castle when we leave," Ron answered, standing up and dusting his pants, "no one will know we're gone because everyone will think we're here, they'll see illusions of us."
"I guess that's enough for one night," Justin pulled out three envelopes from his pocket and handed them to Draco, Ron, and a still shocked Harry, "read it, they'll give more information on the stay at Youth Triangle."
Harry looked down at the elegant black envelope. It was like the last one, the blood drop as the stamp and the strange addresses except now it said his position was Doll.
He was gently pulled up by a pair of strong arms. "Don't worry about the blood," Ron said, helping him walk out of the courtroom, "we're doll's we can't help it."
"Why did it taste so…" he shuddered.
"Because it is," he said firmly, "there's still more you need to know, just relax right now," he clapped his shoulder softly, sending enough relaxation to make Harry feel sleepy.
Somewhere in the back of his head he could hear the little girl giggling.
Sorry for not getting this up sooner but there were other fics that needed more attention X.X I have a beginning middle and end for this as well as some other hopefully interesting things :) and for those still waiting for the next chapter on H2 I'm really really sorry for the freaking long wait but it'll come out soon!
Review please! (gives out flowers in gratitude)
