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Chapter Six: Not What I Thought


"Come in."

Ron put his hand on the doorknob. It was surprising how quickly things went by. One minute he was in the Hospital Wing, taking in one very shocking explanation from Justin, and now here he stood, about to enter the headmasters office. He wondered idly if he knew about the resent events and if he would now treat him like crap like his formal friends have been so glad to treat him.

Nevertheless he opened the oak door and stepped inside the majestic office, Justin by his side.

"Ah, Mr. Weasley, Mr. Finch-Fletchley, I've been expecting you," Dumbledore said, smiling kindly at the redhead, "I see you've gone through some changes, Mr. Weasley."

"Y-yeah," Ron said shakily, surprised at Dumbledore's kindness, was it pity? "Uh...you've been expecting us?"

"Yes, please sit," he gestured to the two chairs before his desk, "lemon drop?" he asked, holding up a small bowl full of the sweets, both kindly turned it down, "Madam Pomfrey's informed me of last night's events."

"He needs to be moved, sir," Justin said instantly, "He's not safe in Gryffindor anymore."

"I know. Separate chambers have crossed my mind but then I realized the only storage room with blood supply is in Hufflepuff."

"So I'm gonna be moved into Hufflepuff...a Gryffindor living in Hufflepuff...wow..." Ron sighed and stared at the carpeted floor.

"You won't be a Gryffindor anymore," Dumbledore said with a hint of amusement.

"I'm being re-sorted?" Ron looked up at the old man in shock.

"No, since you've been in Gryffindor for nearly six years you'll just get the same results from the sorting hat, so you'll just move in Hufflepuff, of course, you'll get a different schedule, and different school robes as well."

"Oh," he didn't know why he felt happy about this news. "Heh, I'll be the first Weasley to not be in Gryffindor, at least not anymore."

"How true," he folded his hands, "now, I've sent house-elves to get your things to Hufflepuff, I trust Justin has given you a brief explanation about certain things."

"Yeah, but about the bonding thing-"

"Uh!" Justin quickly covered Ron's mouth with his hand, "I'll explain that to you later."

Ron nodded and Justin dropped his hand. Dumbledore raised his eyebrows amusedly.

"I suggest you owl you parents about the recent events."

The redhead nodded, knowing that the headmaster also meant about his breakup with his friends. 'Ginny probably already told them,' he thought sadly.

"Well then. Justin, I believe you can show Mr. Weasley to the Hufflepuff chambers."

The Hufflepuff nodded and stood up along with Ron; they bid their goodbyes to their headmaster and left his office. Ron fell in a lighter mood, grateful that Dumbledore didn't bring up the subject of the journal through the small meeting.

'Are they gonna treat me like the others have?' the redhead kept thinking as they walked closer to where Hufflepuff was.

"Don't worry," Justin said, reading his face like a book, "we're like family, which I'm sure everyone else is in their respective houses."

"Yeah," he remembered his past years in Gryffindor; he felt so close to them, like a second family. Slytherin seemed that way too, Hufflepuff as well, but Ravenclaw he wasn't too sure, it was the second house he hated...well, now it was first, he was changing his opinions on Slytherin.

"Isarius Tralar."

"What?" Ron looked at Justin but he was looking at the wall. The redhead watched as a door melted into vision, "cool, that's just like-"

"The room of requirement?" Justin grinned, just seeing that facial expression caused Ron to blush brilliantly.

'What's wrong with me?'

"Come on," he opened the door and walked inside, Ron quickly followed.

They walked down a welcoming short hallway that lead into the common room. Ron's jaw dropped.

Hufflepuff was nothing to what he imagined to be. For some reason he felt right at home.

Black velvet couches lay before a burning fire place, standing over a black carpet that held the letter 'H' in yellow in the middle. The tapestries on the walls were black as well, carrying the letter 'H' at the bottom and the animal that represented them on the top, a badger. Most of the common room was decorated black while still having the faint traces of yellow here and there. The ceiling was enchanted to only show the night sky, along with the windows as well.

A portrait of Helga Hufflepuff hung over the fireplace, she was a thin, curvy woman dressed in black and yellow, her brown hair hung loosely over her young figure like she were a model. Her face seemed forbidding but was betrayed by the kind smile that reached her pinkish lips. She was pretty much the opposite of what Ron had imagined her to be, he thought she was a plump, happy middle aged woman.

"Welcome to Hufflepuff," she said warmly to him.

"Uh-uh...thanks," he mentally cursed himself for sounding so shy but the portrait merely giggled. "Hey if this place is full of vampires why isn't the animal a bat instead of a badger?"

"Because we don't want to be suspiscious," Justin answered cheerfully.

The students in the common room stopped their activities and faced Ron. He suddenly felt very conscious of his movements, and quite embarrassed at all the attention.

"Wow have you changed or what?" Hannah grinned walking to Justin and Ron.

The redhead looked at her in surprise.

"I like the change, although I do miss the freckles, but I bet they'd clash horribly with the new do," she laughed lightly and ruffled his hair causing him to blush.

"Thanks," he said, almost falling backwards.

"Hannah, you're scaring him," grinned Justin, seeing Ron's uneasiness. "What did I say? Family."

"Right," Ron looked around at the rest of the Hufflepuffs, they soon walked over and welcomed him in like he was a prize they won, "are they always like this?"

"Yup, every time a new one comes in. It's not often so it's always fun," Justin shrugged, "alright guys he needs to breathe."

The glomping group stepped away grinning sheepishly before returning to whatever they were doing.

"Come on," Justin took Ron's hand, "I'll show you to our dorms."

"Ok," the redhead blushed as he let himself get pulled by the other boy.

They walked up a short stairwell that led to a hall filled with twelve doors on both walls. The two vampires walked down the hall and stopped at the very end. Justin opened the door to his left and they walked inside.

"Whoa..." Ron looked at the dorm, his mouth hanging open as he took in his surroundings.

There were four canvas beds in the room, two on one side, and two on the other. It was almost like the Gryffindor dorm except that everything was black, random yellow colors here and there as well. Even though the enchanted windows darkened the room, Ron could still see everything clearly.

"Like it?" Justin asked, seeing Ron's gawking face.

The former Gryffindor jumped out of his reverie and nodded quickly. "It's bloody wicked!" he ginned. At the moment he didn't care about being a vampire or that his friendly connection with the other Gryffindors was cut of, the only thing important right now was that he was finally home.

-

The morning found Ron waking up with the other roommates whom he found out were Ernie and a silver haired boy the name of John Serene. He already knew Justin was his roommate.

"Good morning," Ernie yawned, stretching after he got out of bed.

"Morning," Ron said in return, for a second he'd been surprised to see Ernie and the other two Hufflepuffs in the dorm but he remembered that he had be moved.

"Ernie! You got a letter from your mum!" the door burst open and Hannah walked in; Ron yelped and covered himself with the bedsheets.

"Couldn't you have knocked first?" he said shakily, blushing furiously, he had only slept in his boxers that night. Hannah turned to him.

"What, and miss seeing naked boys no thank you," she grinned. Ron blinked in surprise.

"You're different from what I thought you were," he said slowly, eyeing her suspiciously.

The girl laughed. "That's because you haven't seen who we really are."

"What?" he blinked again.

"Outside of here we make people think that we're gossiping buffoons, we just keep the act up so that no one would know we're vampires, you do realize that some families oppose vampires right?"

"Oh, yeah I knew that," he lied, "so you're really a pervert, not a giggling girl?"

"Yup, I'm a proud pervert!" she put her hands on her hips and stood proudly. "Anyway," she turned back to the still sleepy Ernie, "you're mums owl got confused again, tell her to get a new one," she handed the letter to the other teen.

At that time a grey owl flew droopily inside, he seemed to be in worse shape than Errol, this one looked like it would drop dead in a matter of seconds.

"Well then," Justin stood up, fully dressed for the day, "lets go."

Ron turned to face him and could feel a blush reach his cheeks again, he really didn't know why because Justin was dressed as he usually was everyday. It was something about his face that made his whole self seem so...Ron couldn't find the word for it but he could feel all his blood rush down to a certain area just below his waist. Hannah watched, smirking at his position.

"Aw crud," Ernie frowned, having finished reading the letter, "I have to stay here for the holidays!"

"Why?" Justin turned away to look at the frustrated teen.

"Those stupid Vendredeans got to my dad-he's not dead," he added seeing the shocked expressions from his roommates and Hannah's faces. "He's at the hospital getting his wounds healed."

"But why do you have to stay here?" Hannah asked, sitting at the end of John's bed.

"Mum say's I'm the next target since they found out about me being a vampire and all, she's trying to find a place to hide but right now she's just at the hospital."

"Wouldn't those Vendre-whatever's find her in St. Mungo's?" Ron asked curiously.

"St. Mungo's?" Ernie looked at him and laughed, "they're not there, they're in Kingdom Hill Hospital."

"I never...oh wait...it's a vampire hospital isn't it?" the answer he received were a bunch of 'duh's and laughs. "Right."

"We'll be targets once they find out who we are," Justin said in a serious tone, everyone quickly silenced leaving Ron confused.

"I don't get it...is that why they're such a threat to us?"

"Because of apocalypse, and because of our eternal lives," Ron shot up, he had forgotten about eternal life, "see, if one were to wipe out all of our kind then apocalypse would happen, we have eternal life so that humans and creatures can live on, our life force is sort of the reason why they exist."

"Wait..." Ron shook his head a little, "so we control everyone's life force or something?"

"Basically," John finally spoke. Everyone else nodded, "before our ancestors were kicked out of hell, they controlled the life force of the devil and his minions, but when he found out who they were really siding with he threw them out of hell and left them here on earth, he already had enough life supply to live on so hell wasn't thrown into oblivion. It's probably where the Vendredeans came from."

Ron looked at the silver haired boy in shock. "How do you know about all that?"

"Isarius Tralar was my ancestor," he shrugged, "so my parents told me everything since they're so proud to be descendents of a famous vampire."

"Oh...who's this Tralar person?" everyone gawked at him.

-

"Draco, I just don't understand you," Pansy huffed, buttering her toast.

"What do you mean?" the blond asked, filling his plate with eggs and bacon.

"You know what I mean," she said in a quiet voice, "Weasley goes and writes terrible things about you and you do nothing about it? Really, whatever happened to your fighting side? Have you gone soft?"

"Probably," he played with his food for a while, "what's the point of fighting? It only brings bruises and cuts. Besides..." he bit into his bacon and chewed on it before continuing, "I don't think it's really him, it seems really out of character."

"What do you mean?" she nearly burst, "are you telling me he was possessed? He insulted you to no end, called you the Famous Bouncing Ferret and all!"

"Possessed might not be a bad idea," he said calmly, continuing with his breakfast.

"What?" Pansy looked flabbergasted.

"Wasn't Ginny possessed by a diary in her first year?"

Pansy frowned and thought about the possibility of Ron being possessed. "So then...some evil spirit's possessing Weasley?"

"Probably," returned the smile that Harry was sending him from across the Great Hall, "but we have to see his journal to actually know if it is a spirit at all."

Any future discussion was cut off when the doors opened and a few Hufflepuffs walked in.

"Oh. My. God," Pansy's eyes widened and she could have sworn she'd faint in three seconds.

Everyone else in the Great Hall suddenly fell silent as the group of Hufflepuffs walked to their table.

Hannah, Ernie, and Justin walked on like they usually would when Ravenclaws, Gryffindors, and Slytherins were present. Ron walked close to Justin, keeping his head low so that he wouldn't see the onlooker's faces.

What caught everyone's attention was that instead of the Gryffindor badge, there was a Hufflepuff badge on Ron's robes. Then there was the new look on him, his darkened hair, pale complexion, and freckle-less face. If they looked closer they'd notice his deep blue eyes.

'Look at something else, please,' he said in his head, blushing at the silent attention from everyone. The group sat down on the Hufflepuff table and filled their plates with food, Ron wasn't very hungry for once so he settled to just taking a piece of toast.

"Hey Weasley!" the redhead flinched at the harsh shout from Seamus, "what are yeh doin' in the Hufflepuff table!? You think you're too good for us?"

Ron tried as best as he could to ignore the Irish boy's ranting. But every new word kept echoing in his head, refusing to leave. He dropped his toast and felt his hands ball into fists. Before he could turn he felt a hand gently lie on his shoulder. He looked next to him and met Justin looking at him warningly. He calmed down and struggled to ignore Seamus.

"Hannah?" Justin looked over at the girl who grinned and picked up her fork.

"What'll it be?" she whispered sinisterly.

"Eggs," Ernie said at once.

"Roger that," she gathered pieces of eggs from her plate and tried to hold the forkful steady as she bent it back. "I need to get a shot, if only that Creevey could move over-I got a shot!"

"Take it!" Justin said quickly. In an instant Hannah let go of her grip on her fork sending the eggs flying across the table and hitting Seamus square on the face.

"What the fuck!" he shouted, grabbing a napkin and wiping his face.

Ron felt laughter bubble up his throat but he tried to hold it down as much as he could. Hannah was giggling very quietly while Ernie and Justin were also trying to hold back their blowing laughter.

"Thanks," Ron said quietly, earning a wink from the girl.

"Who did that!?" shouted Seamus standing up.

Ron looked over at the staff table, McGonagall had her lips in a thin line, Snape looked like he didn't know if he should laugh or be as mad at McGonagall, Sprout was trying to suppress her laughter behind her hand, Dumbledore's eyes were gleaming in laughter even though he kept a straight face, Sinistra looked astonished, Hagrid looked like he was about to crack up, Vector looked to be in a coughing fit in order to hide his laughter, and the new DADA teacher, Professor Jared, looked to be laughing very quietly.

-

"Ten points to Gryffindor, thank you Miss Granger," said professor Sprout. A few Gryffindors clapped for the modest girl before returning back to the lesson. Ron glanced at Hermione and mentally clapped for her in his head.

They were studying Raktor's, wine-red plants with sickly light green spots on the plants that looked like zits.

"...So grab a partner and get working."

"What?" Ron looked at the herbology professor but she had gone to help Neville. "What are we doing?" he whispered to Justin.

"You poor boy," he laughed lightly, "We're supposed to take out these zit lookin' things."

Ron blinked. Justin sounded different; he didn't have that devious look on him either. 'Oh right,' he remembered, 'the acting thing,' he looked around at the rest of the Hufflepuffs, they were doing the same thing.

"Be sure to leave on your goggles at all times!" Sprout said loudly to the class at whole, "we wouldn't want you to be blinded."

At the news of this Ron quickly put his goggles over his eyes and picked up his knife. He glanced at the rest of the class to see what they were doing and settled to copy Justin.

He curved the blade of the knife around one of the green dots and carefully pushed the small ball out by pushing his finger from the bottom of the plant. For a second he thought he got it out but then the tiny ball squirted out its contents, hitting the goggles.

"Ugh!" he wiped the light green substance from the lenses and continued to work.

"Look at him; he really is trying to grab attention."

"Pansy was right," there was a sigh, "but why was he moved to Hufflepuff?"

Ron glanced at Harry and Hermione, at that moment he didn't feel sorry for insulting Hermione the day of the fight.

'What the fuck?' he almost lost his footing when he saw that the two former friends were speaking very quietly to each other.

He dropped the knife when another burst of voices burned in his ears. "Shut up," he whispered, covering his ears and backing away.

"Ron?" Justin looked at the redhead with worry. "Professor Sprout!" he kneeled down at the now fallen boy, everyone else stopped working and looked at the scene, they all started talking in hushed voices making the pain in Ron's ears worse.

"What's the matter?" Sprout rushed over to the two boys, "silence everyone, back to work!"

"Don't DO that," Justin hissed as quietly as he could yet loud enough for the elder woman to hear. Ron jerked painfully at the professors shout.

"Is it his hearing?" she whispered, Justin nodded, "very well, get him to the hospital wing quickly, here, put these on, Weasley," she grabbed a pair of earmuffs from the counter above him and gave it to him; he gratefully put them on and sighed in relief as silence hugged his ears.

Justin pulled him up and walked him quickly out of greenhouse three.

-

The thick potion slid down his throat leaving off a nasty taste of something similar to ear wax.

"Ugh, gross," Ron managed to say while making a face. He set down the empty goblet on the table and sighed happily as his hearing was set back to normal. "WHY DIDN'T YOU FUCKING TELL ME I HAD TO TAKE A HEARING POTION!" he yelled at Justin.

"I didn't know your hearing would become sensitive so soon, it would have happened on your birthday, along with your other powers," Justin defended. Ron fell silent and blushed lightly.

"Honestly," Madam Pomfrey said, capping the bottle filled with hearing potion and taking the empty goblet, "in my day I would have known all this before hand, teenagers, such forgetful little sacks of hormones" she muttered, walking in her office.

"When is your birthday anyway?" Justin asked, sitting down on an empty bed.

"Uh...well..." the redhead looked away in embarrassment.

"Don't tell me you don't know," the blond Hufflepuff said in amusement.

"No it's that it's...today."

"What!?" he jumped off the bed, "why didn't you tell me!?"

"Well I didn't know that my birthday would be so important because of my powers," he muttered.

"You didn't tell Harry and the others either did you?" he calmed down.

"Well we were so worked up about You-Know-Who that I forgot to mention it..." he fiddled with a loose strand on his sleeve. (yo, I dunno if Harry and Hermione know his birthday, me just guessing!)

"Right," he crossed his arms, unconvinced, "well let me be the first to say Happy Birthday."

"Thanks," he blushed brightly but still avoided his eyes.

"But this also means something else."

"We're not bonding are we?" he looked up, his face as red as a cherry.

"Uh, no," he blushed as well, "that'll happen when we understand each other and all, what I meant was that we have to start our training."

"Oh right...does this also mean that I'm gonna have to drink blood?"

"Only on full moons," he laughed lightly.

"What about my powers? What are they?" he sat down on the bed, looking up at the vampire curiously.

"Well there's hearing, speed and agility, the blood thing, and a bunch of other stuff, it's pretty much your regular physical abilities only they're much stronger."

"Oh...and when do we begin training?"

"In a few days, I'll have to talk with Sprout about that."

"Ok then, now for my other question."

"What?" he looked at the former Gryffindor, slightly taken aback.

"I thought you were muggle born, how are you a vampire?"

"I had to keep it a secret otherwise my family would be in danger, I told you, there's still a few people who are against vampires. I said I was muggle born because it was the only thing I could think of, and my only proof would be that I live in muggle London."

"I'm still a bit confused by all this," he frowned, looking at the floor, "I mean, I really never expected this to happen to me. Are you even sure you got the right guy?"

"I'm sure," he lifted his hand and buried it gently in the other boys' hair, enjoying its soft strands slide against his slender fingers. Ron felt so comfortable with the contact that he didn't pull away.


Wooohooooo that was my longest chappy! Review please!