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Chapter Five: Not Everyone Can Be a Hufflepuff
The day went tormentingly slow for Ron. He felt like every minute was an hour.
He kept thinking about going back home and entrapping himself in his room so that he could write in his journal without being noticed. But instead he was here in Hogwarts practically being watched by people who heard the news of his broken friendship with Harry and the others.
The redhead smiled bitterly as he stared at his dinner that evening. He couldn't stop remembering Harry's words from yesterday.
"You said you were lonely? Why don't you feel even more lonelier, our friendship is over!"
'Over,' he thought, picking his food with his fork, 'it's really over and I really am alone,' he tried to swallow back the knot in his throat. 'I don't belong here.'
He set down the fork and sighed, not surprised at all about his loss of appetite. He could feel someone's eyes on him but he didn't dare look up to see his watcher.
"Ron?" Ginny said rather harshly marching over to his seat. "We need to have one bloody serious talk."
'Oh god,' Ron almost sneered, he stood up and walked out of the Great Hall leaving Ginny standing between the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw tables looking slightly peeved.
The corridor looked dark and shadowy despite the lit torches hanging on the walls. No one was present so Ron was alone.
He leaned against the wall and tried to think of something other than the events of yesterday. But they kept rushing back in his head, forcing him to be more than upset
'Can he expel me?' he thought lightly. He imagined himself going to Dumbledore's office and asking if he'd be expelled from Hogwarts. The image brought a bitter smile on his face again.
The redhead sighed again and walked away from the doors to the Great Hall, planning to go to the quidditch pitch for a moment of peace.
The chilly air bit into the young Weasley's skin. He ignored it and continued onto his destination, not even hearing or having the feeling of being followed.
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"Why I never," Ginny huffed, sitting back down on her seat next to Neville.
"Just leave him," Harry said, taking a swig from his pumpkin juice, "he's done enough as it is."
"But he's my brother, if he doesn't move out then I'm going to have to spend this and probably next years summer with him!"
"Hm," Harry nodded and shrugged then turned to the studying Hermione. "Would you quit that and at least eat something? You're making me feel like you're anorexic!"
"I haven't got my skin pulled tightly over my bones have I?" Hermione shot back, turning the page of her book, "besides if you hadn't been late then we wouldn't have gotten our History of Magic essays doubled."
"We've got a week for that, 'Mione," the raven head whined.
"I know that, but the history of vampires is really interesting," she pouted a little bit.
"Fangs and a thirst for blood, very interesting," he said sarcastically, knowing Hermione would put a full on explanation about vampires in a minute.
"Actually, Harry," he was right, he tried to choke back a laugh, "there's a lot more to them than just drinking blood," she continued to read. "They've got mates, and in the past most were killed because we thought they were the ones killing or manipulating us. Sort of like what muggles did to witches in the sixteen hundreds."
"Ok," he shrugged, taking another drink of pumpkin juice, "I pretty much figured they started off like that."
"Yeah well, there's also a way to know who is or is not a vampire," she fought on, wanting to get her point through, "they're very loyal, although they appear weak by physical appearance but they're really very strong, especially when they're protecting their mate."
"So are Veelas."
She frowned. "Well there's more to vampires than there are to veelas, I mean vampires are the reason veelas even exist." Seamus raised an eyebrow, listening to the conversation. "A long time ago vampires were thrown out of hell because it was said that they were not on the devils side. A few vampires mated with humans, muggles and witches alike, and since they didn't turn them then that's how veela came to be," she recited like a teacher.
"So then vampires are becoming extinct," Harry took a forkful of salad.
"No, vampires can turn anyone into a vampire, but it's usually when they are forced to or if the person is their mate."
"Oh," Harry scratched his head, "but I don't get it, what's so interesting about them?"
Hermione sighed and slammed her head on her book. "There have been a lot of vampires that made history, Harry," she said shakily and warningly, "so of course they're interesting!"
"Well then who's the most famous vampire?"
"Isarius Tralar," Hermione answered at once, "famous for a lot of things. Signing the vampire rights, making the border on Kings Cross in platform nine and three quarters-"
"That's was him?" Ginny piped up.
"Yes, and he is a SHE, she was also one of the first to mate with a muggle of the same sex, she was very intent of making a lot of paths for vampires," the brunette nodded, "now that," she said, facing an awestruck Harry, "is why vampires are so interesting."
"Haha!" laughed Seamus, "she told you! Ok I'll stop," he added seeing the look on the raven heads face.
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Ron sighed and stared at the star streamed sky like he had last night. "I'm not screaming tonight," he whispered to himself, not exactly knowing why he said it.
"Good."
He sat up quickly and looked around the field; no one seemed to be around.
"Behind you."
Ron spun around and stood up facing Justin who was smiling calmly at him. "What do you want?"
"Nothing, just have a friendly conversation that's all, you're not dreaming," he laughed lightly, seeing for the second time that Ron was about to pinch himself.
"How do I know if I am and you're just lying to me," he frowned, lowering his hand from his arm.
"It's a funny thing you said that," he took a step closer, "dreams are what you want or the play of your brain, and nightmares are what you fear or have to accept."
"What are you saying? I have to accept that I'm gay or something?" he took a step back from the advancing boy.
"So you're saying that you have dreams of having a sexual activity with a boy?" he raised an eyebrow making Ron regret what he said.
"No wait," he blushed lightly, "I never said anything like that."
"Then what did you mean?" he kept walking towards the other boy.
"Nothing, never mind," he gasped in surprise when his back unhappily met the wall. "What are you playing at anyway?"
"It's a full moon tonight, did you notice that?"
"Not really-YOU'RE A WEREWOLF!?" he tried to run away but his legs felt paralyzed and Justin had his hands on either side of him, trapping him.
"No I'm not a werewolf; I thought you said you wouldn't scream."
"That was before I even knew you were here!"
"Calm down," his eyes began to change like in Ron's dream, the small black specks on his hazel eyes began to widen slightly, his pupils were starting to dilate as well.
"W-what are you doing?" he shrank away, looking at the Hufflepuff fearfully.
Justin didn't answer, he was looking at the redheads' neck, it was glowing against the moon light causing his hunger to grow.
"I wonder how you would look," he whispered softly, "if you darken your hair, deepen your eyes, and brush away your freckles," he gently touched the boys' chin, turning his head sideways gently as he lowered his lips to the glowing neck.
"What are you-what..." Ron's eyes widened when he felt two sharp fangs pierce into his neck, he couldn't push away, his whole body refused to work properly. He could feel his neck being sucked on gently, making the pain slowly ebb away as his blood was taken into the vampires' mouth.
He felt dizzy, lightheaded and sleepy. He started to slide down the wall, Justin was still on him. Small drops of liquid started sliding down his neck which Ron was pretty sure had to be his blood.
Pretty soon it was over, darkness took over him and he knew no more except for a breathy 'I'm sorry' that he wasn't sure escaped from him or Justin.
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"I can not believe you did this!"
"It was meant to-"
"You were supposed to be in your dorm, you knew it was a full moon!"
"Yes I did but is it my fault? He's supposed to be turned anyway!"
"Excuse me?"
"His reason, it's his reason, and because...well..."
"You were hungry."
"That's not true!"
Ron groaned lightly, the voices were echoing in his head so badly he was getting a headache.
At the sound of his voice Pomfrey and Justin stopped arguing and rushed over to Gryffindor.
"Ron?" Justin said quietly, knowing the redhead was having a headache.
"What am I doing here?" Ron opened his eyes and noticed all the curtains had been closed over the windows making the Hospital Wing darker from the sunlight. He quickly got used to the slight light and looked at Justin and Pomfrey for answers.
"You explain it to him Mr. Fletchley, I'll have to inform Dumbledore of this," Pomfrey said, walking to her office. Ron turned to Justin and suddenly realized something he didn't before.
His vision seemed to have gone very sharp, he could see every detail in Justin's face, including something different in his features.
His curly hair had become brighter and spikier, yet slightly messy giving off a look that made him seem untamable. His face didn't have his usual happy Hufflepuff trademark, but seemed more mysterious, devious, almost even Slytherinish.
Ron blinked in surprise at the change of the boy. He felt his stomach flutter, much to his horror. 'BLOODY HELL!'
"Ok," Justin took a deep breath, "you know anything about vampires?"
"Yeah, sort of," he stopped as last night came rushing back to his head. "You turned me into one!" he shouted, sitting up quickly only to be hit with dizziness.
"I had to, calm down and let me explain," he said in a hushed voice, pushing Ron back down.
"Why did you-I can't believe you-is that why-"
"Let me explain," he said calmly, hushing the redhead up. "I did it because you're my mate. I wasn't supposed to turn you until after Hogwarts but Hannah said that by then it would be too late."
"Too late for what? Was I gonna die?" he spat.
"No, basically everyone would. There's a new species called Vendredeans, they came from another world because they were given a mission here. No one knows except us."
"But you said Hannah-"
"I mean us as in the vampires. They're a threat to us because they bring apocalypse."
"Why did you just tell me this before you fucking turned me."
Justin sat back on his chair, "everyone has a prophecy even if it's never told."
"Oh and what? There's a prophecy for me?"
"Of course. That's why I asked if you wanted to come with me and Hannah that day in Hogsmeade."
"Why? You were going to Zonkos!"
"I said it so that no one would be suspicious; we were going to visit a seer at an Inn. By then I already knew you were my mate and I needed to know what you're future would be, every vampire does that so that they know when to protect their mate."
"What did the seer say?" he was too curious to yell now.
"She predicted the Vendredeans coming and that you'd help some change their minds, she also said you'd conquer yourself."
"So...Hannah's a vampire too?"
"Of course, so is every other Hufflepuff."
"Wait, hold on, back up," he tried to decipher what he just said, "are you telling me that all of the Hufflepuffs are vampires!? All of them!?"
"Yes," he shrugged, "Gryffindor takes the brave, Ravenclaw takes the clever, Slytherin takes the cunning, while Hufflepuff takes the rest who are loyal. But she also said something else; she'd only take the vampires because their chambers are fit for only them since she was a vampire herself."
"Why?"
"If a full moon were to come and you were not in Hufflepuff don't you think it would be hard not to take a bite out of your roommates, you'll turn them sure, but it would be against their will and it could cause a lot of problems."
"On the full moon you have to have blood...how the ruddy hell do you get it?"
"There's a storage room hidden in the common room, it always refills itself and only the Hufflepuffs know about."
"What about the other days? I've seen you eat chicken and salads and stuff," he frowned.
"I said we take blood on the full moon, when our stomachs become too sensitive for anything else."
"Oh...so...I'm your mate...there's this new species here that wants apocalypse...I'm a vampire...every Hufflepuff here's a vampire...and this prophecy's telling me I'm gonna change the new species mind...right?"
Justin nodded.
"WHAT THE BLOODY FUCK!?"
"You have to understand, Ron. This is pretty much your fate."
"So you're the one who's been sending me those dreams!"
"What dreams?" he looked at him curiously, "all I did to you that actually had to do with your mind was stop you from punching the living daylights out of Harry."
"What?" he stopped yelling, he remembered the voices from the other day. "That was you?"
Justin nodded. "I was walking down the hall and then I see you with your bloody fist raised, I couldn't think of anything else to do except stop you with my mind."
"Do you think you could make Harry and the others-"
"No," he frowned, crossing his arms, "I'm not a manipulator, but that journal on the other hand, is."
"What about my journal?" he frowned again.
"You've been writing in it so much that it made you believe that you hated your friends, it manipulated you into thinking that."
"It's just a journal, it can't hurt me."
"But it broke apart your friendship."
"That was my fault; I didn't hide the blasted thing."
"Ron, you have to stop writing in that journal, throw it away or something just stop writing in it, it's got black magic written all over it."
"Fine I'll do it...but uh..." he felt a little shy to bring this up, "before you uh...turned me, you said some weird stuff, about my hair and my eyes and stuff."
"Oh," Justin blushed lightly which seemed rather cute on his face since he looked so devious at the moment, "I just wanted to change a few of your features," he took out his wand, flicked it and made a mirror appear in his hand.
Ron shakily took the mirror and gulped before looking at his reflection. "Jesus Christ," he breathed.
His hair had turned a darker shade of blood red, it looked untamed but in a sort of stylish way, some hair pointing in one direction while others pointed in the other making it look like his hair was in being blown to the front.
His blue eyes had taken a deeper look, making them show an endless pit of blue, like water, it carried a large amount of shock and he figured now it would be harder to hide his emotions since his eyes seemed to expose so much right now.
What shocked him the most was that his freckles were gone, leaving a pale moon glowing face that made him look from cuter to a different higher level.
"How did you do that?" he breathed out, lightly touching his face, still looking at his reflection.
"I have a rare gift of changing the features of a person, but it only happens if I turn them," he shrugged.
"So I'm stuck like this? Wait, how many have you turned?"
"Zacharias, he asked me the year before we got our letters."
"Oh..." he blushed lightly at his change, he had to admit he looked better than before, even though he kind of missed his trademark freckles. "Ok so...now that you told me about this whole thing...what am I supposed to do?"
"I have to train you so you can defend yourself. After that," Justin blushed again, "we have to uh...bond."
"Huh?" Ron looked at the teen with wide eyes.
It wasn't as long as before but oh well...review please!
