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Chapter Seven: In Which Many Events Take Place in One Day


I know I'm not supposed to write, but I don't know what else to do.

Ron sighed and looked around the sleeping dorm in case someone was watching; when no body was he loaded his quill and continued to write.

I haven't written in days because Justin told me you-

Ron blinked, wondering when he even referred his journal as an actual person.

-Were evil or something so I stopped writing. But I figured one entry wouldn't hurt.

A lot of things have been happening this past week. Harry and the others have abandoned me. I don't blame them; I was really rotten to them.

Now they're treating me like some enemy or something, well at least some are, Draco's hasn't been mean to me at all, nor has he spoken to me either. I wonder why...but anyway, now the rest of Gryffindor, probably the whole school, think me as a betrayer because I was moved to Hufflepuff.

I never asked to be moved there I just was; Dumbledore said so.

Hufflepuff's been great, it's probably better than Gryffindor. Of course, I'm probably saying that because of my condition.

Before I had no friends Justin turned me into a vampire...I don't think I should have said that because of those Vendredeans. They're killing all the vampires because they want apocalypse, oh what a time to become a vampire eh?

I guess I say Hufflebpuff is great because everyone's really friendly; they're like my second family or something. They even welcomed me in when I thought they'd hate me. I shouldn't say anything else about it since someone out of Hufflepuff might find this and realize what my house has to hide.

Harry, Hermione, and practically the rest of the world hate me even more because now that I'm in Hufflepuff and have a new look they think I'm trying to get attention. I don't want attention; I don't deserve it, why do they think I want attention?

It's kind of hard to ignore their comments because they keep whispering about it in classes and since my hearing's freakin' strong, I can hear everything they say. Do they think I don't have feelings? I know what I wrote was wrong, but I was angry! I didn't know what I was writing at the time! Do they just judge me because of what I wrote!? Don't they even give a flying fuck that I've been their friend for nearly six years!?

Ron breathed deeply and tried to calm down so that he wouldn't start complaining about his former friends.

Training day begins tomorrow; Justin said we got a spot in the forbidden forest. I don't know what I feel. Justin's been helping me through everything ever since my friends ditched me. I don't know how repay him really. He said when we understand each other that we'll bond. But what the hell did he mean?

He said I'm his mate, so I pretty much get that part. But bonding? Does he mean magical bonding or sex? Whatever, I'll worry about that later.

Ron sighed and looked at the empty bed opposite him.

There's been an attack yesterday. Ernie's been found out by the Vendredeans, they attacked him at Hogsmeade, I found out by Hannah so I never saw the Vendredeans, they sound scary though, she said they were tall, pale, and had cat-like eyes. Ernie's not dead but he's in critical condition at Kingdom Hill Hospital. I hope he gets better. Meanwhile everyone thinks he lost in a duel and was left with a bunch of broken bones and all. John modified their memories and now they think he's as St. Mungo's in a private ward. The poor sods.

Hannah's really worried about him; she got permission from Dumbledore to go visit him with his mother.

I'm afraid. I didn't think the Vendredeans were such a threat, but Ernie's a good duelist and fighter, contrary to what everyone else thinks. He could have come out of that attack with just a scratch if that other Vendredean hadn't been behind him.

I kept thinking how I'd feel like if it happened to Justin. The only time I've ever seen him in battle was at the train last year when he and a few others turned Draco, Crabbe and Goyle into giant slugs. But that didn't show how good or how bad he can fight because at that time he wasn't really himself, he was just acting.

...Whenever I think of Justin being in the same place as Ernie, I feel something inside me turn over and that fucking lump in the throat. Guess I am his mate or else I wouldn't be so upset just thinking about it.

Anyway at the moment we're just really good friends, I can't imagine how all of this would turn to love or something else because he seems to be happy with just being friends, I feel happy about it too but sometimes I get the feeling that it's not really what he wants. He's a secretive person, I mean he gives me information all the time but we barely ever really talk about the mate or the bonding thing, I guess we're just avoiding it.

Ron sighed and shook his stiff hand, cracking a few knuckles before he continued to write. He had so much in mind that he hadn't realized that it was nearing three o'clock in the morning.

Today nothing much happened. I couple of insults were thrown at me, Justin calmed me down, classes couldn't have been easier-heh, did I forget to mention that now that I don't have Hermione breathing down my neck that I actually started to do some actual studying?

I know it sounds bad to say that but for nearly my entire Hogwarts career Hermione's been pestering me about studying for future exams and stuff. I didn't do it because I was so annoyed at her scolding. Now that she's not yelling at me twenty-four seven about note takings, I actually started paying attention in classes. McGonagall would have been proud...if I was still in Gryffindor that is...and she didn't think I betrayed anyone-BECAUSE I DIDN'T!

Sometimes I wish I really were dead, or had the bravery to at least be suicidal or something. But I'm too afraid to leave life, I mean my old friends have left me to the dogs, but my new friends...they feel closer, like a family that refuses to leave anyone in the shadows.

If I wasn't so stubborn then I'd cry happily. They don't think of me as an added member to their house, they appreciate me for who I am, even if a few things I did to them in the past was kind of rotten, like in second year or some other year, I can't really remember.

I still think of them as friends, Harry and the others I mean. I know they hate me for what I wrote about them and treat me like dog shit but I still think of them as friends. Guess I'm crazy to feel that way.

Sleep was taking over, his eyes began to droop. He closed the book and hid it deep in his trunk before putting away his ink and quill. 'I'll need a new one,' he thought sleepily. He sank back into his bed and fell asleep.

-

"You ok?" Justin asked, taking a sip of his pumpkin juice as he watched Ron's sleepy form.

"Mhm," the redhead replied quietly, he pushed away his empty plate and rested his head against the table with his arms as pillows, instantly falling asleep.

Justin blinked but decided to just let the redhead sleep for now. It was Saturday; they were to begin training early in the morning.

"Oh he looks like an angel!" giggled the second year, Rose Zeller. Justin looked down at Ron's sleeping form and blushed lightly when he realized this was true.

"Yeah," he whispered.

"You lucky bastard, and I still have to wait to turn my mate for four more years!"

"Not so loud," he hissed quietly, turning to her.

"I know...what's the point anyway? No one's listening," she shrugged, stuffing her sandwich with eggs, bacon and cheese. "Why would they want too?" she smiled before taking a bite out of her sandwich.

"We still need to be quiet," he looked back at Ron and smiled lightly. He had to admit, he hadn't expected Ron to take in everything so easily, especially the vampire part. He frowned a little as he wondered what made him do that. 'There are still so many things I don't know about you,' he thought sadly.

The doors opened and Hannah walked in the Great Hall, besides her puffy eyes she looked very serious and was trying her best not to rush over to her table so she wouldn't attract attention. But her puffy eyes had gotten a few onlookers. Justin and the others watched quietly in worry as she made her way to her seat.

"I've been found out," John said quietly, lying down his coffee. Everyone looked at him confusedly but he stayed quiet as Hannah sat in her seat.

"John's been found out," she whispered very quietly. All of Hufflepuff stirred in fear.

"I have to go speak with Dumbledore," sighed the silver haired boy as he stood up. "How did they find out?"

"Ernie told me, he woke up," she tried not to cry, "the Vendredeans, he found out they have mind reading powers, he wasn't ready and they saw you."

John's eyes widened slightly. "What do you mean?"

"He told me he was wondering how to get you into the Quidditch team before they attacked. They saw his thoughts and now you're the next target."

"I'll have to go tell Dumbledore now, I'll need a new schedule for classes too," he muttered, walking away from the table. No one paid attention to what was happening, at least, no one from the other houses.

-

"So John's gonna stay inside the school?" yawned Ron as he and Justin walked in the forbidden forest. Justin had told him what happened while he was napping that morning.

"Yeah," he stopped in a large round clearing, "this is mostly the reason why we need to train."

"Right...now what?" the redhead looked around at the trees and to the bright sky. He found out that he needed to take an eyesight potion once a week so that his eyes would be shielded against the rays of sunlight. Vampires could resist sunlight like humans so Ron didn't need a potion for his skin.

"I'll have to teach you how to run and dodge on the first half of today," he took off his winter robes.

"Are you nuts!? It's like zero degrees out here!" shouted Ron; he couldn't stop from blushing at Justin's form against the winter scenery. He looked all the more mysterious yet heroic at the same time.

"Take yours off."

"No way! I'm not catching pneumonia," he hugged himself tightly.

"You won't feel the cold while we're training," he walked over.

"Ok fine!" he took a step back nervously and grudgingly took off his coat, shivering and hugging himself as the biting cold bit into his skin causing him to get goose bumps.

"First we'll have to run before we start on anything else," he grabbed his bag and walked towards a tree dumping the bag there, "we'll run in circles ten times."

Ron nodded, not knowing exactly what Justin meant by 'circles' they walked to the tree with Justin's bag and began to run.

What Ron didn't know but unfortunately found out, was that they had to run around the perimeter of the clearing ten times, and the clearing was the size of probably two quidditch fields.

"Jesus Christ!" panted the redhead when they got to their tenth round; he was falling behind just after they got to their fifth round. He hadn't known until now that he wasn't tired halfway because of his speed being upgraded from him being a vampire. Justin was still running in the same pace that he began. "How...can....you do....that!?" Ron panted, trying to catch up.

"Just keep running!"

The young Weasley shook his head but said no more. When they reached Justin's bag, Ron collapsed and breathed heavily, his legs felt like over used goo, and his throat stung from his heavy breathing and sending all the bitter cold air in.

Justin was right though, his body had warmed up and the cold air felt refreshing.

"Come on, no time for breaks," the Hufflepuff said, jogging on the same spot, "you have to learn to dodge now."

"Then break?" he didn't get up from the ground.

"No, then running again."

"BLOODY HELL!"

-

The two Hufflepuffs sat down on their seats in the Hufflepuff table. One looking muddy and worn out while the other looking like it was just an ordinary day.

"How was training?" John asked, taking a sip of tea.

"Horrible," Ron breathed out, laying his head on the table in exhaustion. "Ugh, I feel like hell...tuh! Not even!"

"It was only the first day, you'll get used to it," smiled Justin, he turned back the John who was giving them a small smile, "what did Dumbledore say?"

"I'll have to study Care of Magical Creatures and Herbology inside now, and I can't go to Hogsmeade either," he set down his tea cup calmly.

"That sucks," Ron croaked out tiredly.

"It doesn't matter, I like being inside," he smiled again, "guess that means I can't try out for the quidditch team."

"I thought you wanted to be in the team," Justin blinked.

"Not really, Ernie wanted me to be in the team. He says I have to do other stuff than read books."

"You're just like Hermione," Ron sighed, he suddenly felt heated when he said her name, not heated in a happy way, but in a sad way as visions of their fight returned to his head.

"Come on," Justin said, seeing his mates troubled face, "drink your water so we can go back to training."

"Right," he took the glass of water that appeared before him and gulped it down.

At that time the rest of the student body had come down to eat their lunch.

"Look at Weasley, pretending to look all heroic."

He glanced his eyes at Pansy whispering to Millicent.

"What do you want, Weasel!" she screeched, catching him. The redhead sighed and tried to ignore her but she wouldn't stop. "Trying to eavesdrop on more things to write in your diary?" she walked over with her arms crossed.

Hannah and the others listened quietly, not taking their eyes off whatever they were eating, yet glancing at the Slytherin girls with glares.

"Is that why you were moved here?" she said a sneery conversational way, "You're not BRAVE enough to talk anymore?" Her Slytherin friends giggled behind her.

"No," he said calmly, setting down his empty glass, fully replenished.

"You think you've got big balls to insult us don't you?" she sneered, eyes narrowing in her anger, "think you can take us all with one finger right?"

Justin stood up, trying as hard as he could not to kill the girl who was once his mates' friend. "Come on, Ron."

The redhead followed suit, standing up and stepping aside from Pansy and her friends.

"So now you're his lapdog?" she kept ranting, "watch out Justin, Ron might be insulting you in his dia-"

"That's enough, Pansy."

Ron stopped; his hand was at the doorknob but it froze by the interrupting voice. He turned around to see Draco standing before Pansy.

"There you go again, acting like he's done nothing to you!"

"I'll deal with him on my own, stop acting like my mother."

"Then deal with him now, he won't do anything, he's too afraid," she sneered the comment at Ron, glaring at him furiously.

"If you mean by fighting," Justin finally spoke, anger too high now, "then you should be afraid."

Ron turned to him so quickly that his neck cricked, what was the vampire doing? He had completely dropped his façade of acting.

From the looks of the other Hufflepuffs, they hadn't expected it either. They stopped acting as though nothing was happening, and watched the scene with worry.

Noticing the silence from the Hufflepuff table, Gryffindor suddenly hushed and watched curiously. Noticing that silence as well, Slytherin watched along with Ravenclaw. The staff table had been watching the whole time, as if daring either student to begin a duel.

"Me?" Pansy pointed to herself, a sarcastic smile on her face, "afraid of the Weasel?"

"Who'd be afraid of a Weasel?" Seamus spoke up, making a few students laugh.

"His name isn't Weasel, it's Weasley, get it through your peanut head," Justin replied.

Ron could hear a 'how dare he' from Hermione and the struggles of Harry and Neville keeping her from standing up.

"Justin..." he tried to calm him down but as he reached out for his shoulder he could feel a strange thick vibration. He backed away, knowing it had to be the boys' anger.

"Peanut head?" Pansy blinked, "what a lame comeback, are you in league with him?"

"There is no league," he crossed his arms, "but I would appreciate it if you quit bugging Ron, he has not harmed you ever since you snooped in his journal."

Ron stood still, he felt more grateful than ever that Justin was helping him out, but he was afraid that in his anger he'd let slip about them being vampires.

"You are just asking for a duel Finch-Fletchley," Pansy growled, pulling out her wand, "so what if I keep 'bugging' the Weasel? Are you going to hit me with another pathetic insult like the Hufflepuff you are?"

"I can do far worse," he said through gritted teeth, Ron stepped back, feeling his anger vibrate so hard he could have sworn everyone else felt it. But Pansy stood her ground with her wand drawn out and Draco glaring at her. Why wasn't he doing anything? Why wasn't he insulting Ron like the Slytherin girl?

"Pansy, stop it," the blond hissed, grabbing her arm.

"I know what I'm doing, let go of me," she hissed back, pulling out of his grip, "if you can do far worse, then show me. Looks like Hufflepuff loyalty even goes to that trash," she pointed her wand to Ron.

"Pansy Parkinson!"

Everyone looked at the Hufflepuff table to see the speaker. What they saw got a lot of their attention and left the staff in shock. There, standing on the middle of the table was Hannah Abbot, her wand raised and a more than furious glare on her face.

"Don't ever insult Hufflepuff," a smirk appeared on her face causing everyone to stiffen in their wait for what else might happen. "My, my, such a brave little girl you are," she commented sinisterly, seeing Pansy frown and raise an eyebrow.

"Saner than you," she retorted, "maybe seeing Macmillan's battered body turned you insane!"

At this Hannah's eyes grew very cold. Pansy smirked at this thinking she had the upper hand.

"You Hufflepuffs are all the same," she said, looking triumphant, Ron took a step back, his hand feeling around for the doorknob. "Dubresca!" the spark of orange light shot out of her wand and towards Hannah but she smacked it away like it was a harmless volleyball. "What the hell!?"

"I said to never insult Hufflepuff," Hannah hissed. Ron watched in a trance as a black light balled up at the tip of her wand, there was white lightening zapping inside it and then the ball shot towards Pansy, hitting her and causing her to fly backwards and hit the wall to hard that she fell to the floor unconscious leaving a dented mark on the wall.

Draco rushed over to help the fallen girl. Ron was about to do the same but a strong hand grabbed his arm and he was pulled out of the Great Hall.

"Why'd you do that for!? She needs help!" he pulled out of Justins' grip and gasped when he noticed the pupil of his eyes had gone red and his canine teeth had grown longer.

The physically exposed vampire breathed deeply. myself," he panted, swallowing and leaning against the wall. "Hannah's gonna be expelled!" he tried to walk but he turned out to be too weak and fell on his hands and knees.

Ron rushed over and helped him stand. "C'mon, I'll get you to the hospital wing."

"No," he shook his head as he slowly began to turn back to normal. "I'll be fine. I just need to rest."

"Then lets go to the clearing," Ron helped Justin all the way out of the castle and towards the forbidden forest.

'This feels different,' the redhead thought, helping the other boy lie down. 'He seemed to be the strong one out of the both of us but...' he watched as Justin silently fell asleep. 'He's...' he couldn't think anymore, seeing the other teen sleeping brought warmth in him, he looked completely innocent yet weak at the same time.

Ron just sat there, watching Justin's chest rise up and down slowly and gently. He studied his face, his slightly parted lips, perfect nose, innocently closed eyes, dark eyebrows that made his face all the more attractive, the wisps of hair that fell over his eyes.

He reached over and lightly brushed away the strands of hair so he could get a better look at the boy.

A dark light shot towards a little curly haired girl who was paralyzed in fear and shock. The light hit right through her and she fell down against a gravestone, her body limp and her eyes empty and blank, configuring that life was ripped out of her body like tissue paper.

The dark light vanished and the killer stepped out from the shadow of the tree and tall gravestone.

He was a young boy, around the age of nine; his curly gold hair was matted down by the rain that had been pouring down during the killing of the little girl.

The boy walked over to the lifeless form that was the girl, he looked at it coldly, his face contorting as if the girl were something smelly and nasty.

Ron snatched his hand away, gasping for air, he jumped back. What was it that he saw? He looked down at Justin's sleeping form and wondered in fear at what else he was hiding from him.

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ok...did any of (other than me) notice the sudden change in topic right there (sweatdrop) oopsy, guess I'd better work on that...review please?