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Inylan: ah those are the famous vamps then (nods) glad you liked the duel! didn't know on the hufflepuff link thing...can you give me the link? and about vamp stereotypicalidy (ooo big non-existant word lol) which is the biggest one and are they all supposed to be pale and stuff? THANK YOU (bear hug!!)
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Chapter Eight: Loss of Control
Ron
I heard about what happened, how could you? After all they've done for you, you go and insult your friends behind their backs? Ginny's told me how you've been acting like an attention seeking brat, is this true? Honestly Ronald this is completely out of character of you, I'd have expected this from a three year old! If there's something troubling you then you should tell me, I am your mother you know.
Ginny also tells me you've gotten switched to Hufflepuff, why? You had better answer back, or I'll come down there and make you answer!
-Mum
Ron sighed as he finished reading the letter; the letter had arrived while he was getting dressed for the day. He was pondering whether to ask Justin about the vision he had or not when the letter came in.
"Who's the letter from?" Justin asked when he stepped out of the bathroom.
"Huh?" Ron jumped slightly at the sound of his voice, not only had the vision brought him questions, but it also made him afraid of what Justin could be capable of doing, he seemed so evil in that vision, if it was really him at all.
"What's wrong? You seem a little jumpy," he walked over then stopped when he felt the fear vibrating from Ron's body, "Ron?"
"Oh, the letter's from my mum, I-I have to answer back," his hands were shaking a little as he tried not to sound or look afraid.
"Well...ok then, I guess I'll leave you alone to your writing," he shrugged walking out of the dorm, "hey John," he greeted the entering boy.
John merely nodded and walked on to his trunk, looking through it a bit slowly. "He's not evil," he said after some time, he didn't face the redhead as he was still searching through his trunk.
"What?" a few weeks at being in Hufflepuff and Ron still wasn't used to Johns wise comments that sounded like he knew what the other was thinking.
"You think Justin's evil because of that memory you saw," he replied calmly, standing up with a book in his hand.
"How do you know that?" he asked shakily, wanting to get to the bottom of John's strange knowledge.
"Isarius Tralar had the power of telepathy, so I got that power as well," he turned to Ron who still had his mothers' letter clutched to his hand. "Justin isn't evil."
"You didn't see him kill a girl," he shot back.
"Neither did you, you just saw a memory, he was nine when he did that."
"He still did it."
"And if he had met you before he had done it, he wouldn't have killed her."
Ron felt slightly dazed at what the other boy said. He looked into his odd turquoise eyes, trying to figure out what he meant by what he said. He found nothing in that silence, John was just too mysterious. "What do you mean?" the redhead finally asked.
"You're his mate, I'm sure you know that by now," he closed his eyes and crossed his arms thoughtfully; "the mates of vampires have the power to calm them down. Since he never met you before he was eleven, he couldn't control himself or his powers."
"I thought vampire powers come out when they're sixteen."
"Their full powers come at that time, when a person is born into being a vampire they just have the basic abilities, just like when a person is turned into one by either a hungry vampire or their mate."
"So those black ball things are basic powers?" he scoffed.
"Yes, otherwise Hannah would have never been able to perform it, her birthday's next month."
"Wha..." he remembered yesterday when the black orb had shot off Hannah's wand. "I thought that was a spell!"
"It was to everyone's eyes, but it was actually her vamperic power, she transferred it to the wand so it would seem like a spell, if you remember, she never said an incantation."
"Oh..." he frowned and tried to understand yet again more piece information that he didn't know. "Do you know who that girl was?" he asked quietly.
"I'm sure Justin could answer that for you," he made to leave.
"So...he was evil BEFORE I met him?" he looked up at the silver haired boy who stopped and turned back to him.
"He was never evil, he just couldn't control himself. When he saw you in platform nine and three quarters in first year, he calmed down."
"Why didn't he tell me anything until now?"
"Well in first year he was too nervous, but he braved himself in second year and first tried to make friends with your friends, but that kind of backfired considering he was petrified by the basilisk," he smiled a tiny smile, "but he still continued to try and at least talk to you. Last year he succeeded, or at least got in a few conversations with you."
"But he still never said anything."
"You were busy helping your friends fight Voldemort," he blinked when he saw Ron flinch at the name, "Justin thought it still wasn't time, he wanted to tell you after Hogwarts but with the Vendredeans here he had to tell you now."
"He told me the same thing," he looked down, thinking rapidly about Justin, he knew so much now but it still felt like it wasn't enough, "he didn't kill other people before Hogwarts did he?"
"That question," John walked back to the door, "is not for me to answer," and he left leaving Ron to his thoughts.
'I bet this is similar to what Harry had to go through ever since first year,' he smiled bitterly as he remembered his times with raven haired Gryffindor. 'Except he didn't have to be the mate of someone who killed someone,' he looked back at the letter from his mother and stifled a sigh. He'd have to answer back or else he'd get a Howler, this letter sounded like he'd probably get one if he didn't answer.
He reached into his bag and pulled out a parchment, ink and quill.
"Dear Mum," he mumbled, the quill scratching away across the parchment.
Mrs. Weasley frowned as she read through the letter; the twins and her husband were sitting in the kitchen talking cheerfully about the days events as they ate dinner.
"Arthur," she walked out of the living room and to her husband while rereading the letter as if checking if she missed a line that said the whole thing was a joke. "Look," she handed him the letter, he looked at it and his wife bemusedly.
"Look at what? It's just a piece of parchment," he laughed a little.
"Oh, I forgot," she took the letter back but the worried expression didn't leave her. "It's from Ron; he put the spell on the letter so only I could read it."
"Why would he do that?" Fred asked as he was about to eat a forkful of rice.
"Ginny told me he wasn't friends with Harry and the others anymore," George said casually, "mum, you've got to get her to St. Mungo's."
"No, it's true what she said," she sat down, her eyes still on the letter, "Ron's wrote...the most...I can't even find a word it's just so hard to understand."
"What does it say?" Fred looked at the letter only to see blank. "Come on mum I'm getting curious."
"Well," she held up the letter, "it says he's not friends with Harry and the others anymore because they found his journal-"
"Ronnikins has a diary!" laughed George; he stopped when he saw his mothers glare.
"Dumbledore's orders, including mine," she said before turning back to the letter. "That's beside the point. They left him because he's been insulting them, but here he says it wasn't his fault, that he's been angry and didn't know what he was doing."
"What a true Weasley," George said proudly, "go on, please," he added seeing the look on his mothers face.
"Anyway, he's in Hufflepuff now because he's been turned into a vampire," she frowned.
"He's been what!" Mr. Weasley shouted, almost choking in his pumpkin juice. Fred and George just gawked and dropped their forks without even noticing.
"It's not his fault, Arthur."
"How did that happen? Who turned him!?"
"Arthur calm down!" she boomed, "He's been turned because he's the mate of a vampire! Justin Finch-Fletchley's mate to be correct."
"That guy's a vamp?" Fred said; his eyebrows rose in shock.
"Do you think he's lying? Or if it's even him?" George asked skeptically, slightly shocking himself for not joking like he usually would.
"That's what I thought," Mrs. Weasley muttered, "but why would he enchant the parchment for only me to read?" she kept looking at the letter, "I don't know if it's really him because this writing's very neat, of course...his handwriting might have improved if he kept on writing in his journal..."
"We'll have to go ask Dumbledore then," Mr. Weasley declared as he stood up.
"Hold on a minute, he wrote more," everyone silenced and watched her, "he says there's a new species called Vendredeans-"
"I heard of those," Fred suddenly said, "I heard a few Hufflepuffs talk about them when they were buying stuff at the shop, isn't that right, George," he looked at his twin who nodded.
"What are they?" Mr. Weasley asked, the twins shrugged but Mrs. Weasley answered.
"Ron says they're a threat to vampires, they've already hurt a few of them including his friend Ernie Macmillan," she frowned and continued, "this part I don't get, he says Vendredeans are possibly from hell just like vampires...other than that he says Justin's training him, and that we shouldn't interfere because there might be war with the Vendredeans."
"What a load of rubbish," George shook his head, "Ron has gone mental."
"I still think we should tell Dumbledore," Mr. Weasley sat back down.
"If Ron's been moved to Hufflepuff, then he probably already knows," sighed Mrs. Weasley.
"I'll write to him then, I mean, what if that letter isn't even from Ron? You said the handwriting was too neat."
"Alright then, go and owl Dumbledore," she waved him off and looked back down at the letter. "I'd better go owl Ron about this," she muttered.
The twins were left at the table, looking at each other like they've been left out of the fun.
The redhead slid back against the cold snow melted grass with his feet causing him to lean over in friction, he kneeled on one knee and dropped a hand to the ground to stop himself.
"Shit!" he shouted, quickly running to a different direction when the small black orb flew in his direction; it hit a tree and caused it to fall over. They were in the clearing again, training.
"You'll have to run faster than that," the vampire said, lowering his hand from where the orb ignited.
"Hey," Ron panted; his throat stinging from the cold air, "why...can't you...show me...how to do...that?" he still had a feeling that Justin was evil so if he learned this technique then he could at least be able to protect himself.
"Not until you've gotten faster," he made another black ball with his hand and shot it towards Ron who started running away again.
The redhead tried his best not to remember the vision and concentrated on hopping against tree trunks and jumping from branch to branch before risking a run on the ground.
'Concentrate, don't take your eyes off the ball,' he thought to himself as he kept glancing at the chasing orb.
He glanced at it again and stopped, it vanished, but he could still hear its faint snapping sound. He looked around and was knocked off the branch.
The black ball vanished and Ron fell into Justin's arms.
"You're not concentrating enough, is everything alright?" Justin set the boy down and waited for him to answer; he was truly worried for him.
"I..." he looked down at the wet grass, he kept thinking about what John said that Justin wasn't evil. "...Why'd you do it?"
"Do what?" the worried expression didn't leave him.
"Kill that girl; I saw a memory of yours when you were sleeping."
"Oh," he had a vague look in his face; Ron looked at him and didn't know if it was sad, mad, or bitter.
"Did you even know her?"
"She was my sister," he muttered, Ron's eyes widened. It was true, the girl had to be Justin's sister, there was a resemblance between them.
"What's troubling you, it happened to me too," he nodded, "when my sister died."
He froze as he remembered that day in the Three Broomsticks, Justin had mentioned her. "You killed your own sister?" he said in a low angry voice. Knowing that he killed a person was one thing, but knowing that it was his sister was another. He imagined himself killing Ginny and shuddered. "How could you kill your own sister?" he took a few steps back
"I didn't mean to."
"Oh of course!" he said sarcastically, half surprised at his random spurt anger, "John said you couldn't control yourself!"
"It's true-"
"Were you controlled by the imperius curse?" he went on, silently hoping he'd stop rambling, "someone told you to kill your own flesh and blood? No wonder John said you weren't evil, you couldn't control yourself!"
Justin leaped forward and crashed into Ron making them both fall down. The redhead half hissed half yelped when the freezing wet ground touched his back.
"I didn't mean to kill her!" he yelled, his eyes shut tight, "I never wanted to I just lost control!" there was sadness in his yells, as if he were fighting back a sob. "I was nine I was weak!" the grip he had on the other boys' shirt tightened in his attempt to keep emotional control.
Ron watched in frozen shock. He didn't expect the physical movement from Justin or the shouts of sadness he was currently yelling. The spark of anger started to ebb away. He felt powerless as he watched Justin losing his battle with his emotions.
Another thought struck him. Justin had said he was nine and he was weak, he said it as if he was forcing himself to be strong.
"I never meant to hurt her, I let myself get controlled by my anger that day," he said in a quiet and shaky voice, "I was too young to understand the powers of hell," there were tears in his eyes, Ron could feel his sadness vibrating, it was so immense that he could feel the hateful lump growing in his throat. "She understood me and I killed her," he sobbed, he lost the battle and tears were pouring out of his eyes.
Ron blinked away the tears as best as he could. He didn't know what to do. Justin was completely helpless, the news of his sister still pained him greatly, he forgot his anger completely as the other boy kept crying on his chest. It felt weird; to have someone you thought was strong, cry in front of you.
Justin was shaking in his sobs, his burning tears seeping through Rons shirt and warming yet wetting his skin in the winter air. The night of the murder kept replaying in Justin's head, hurting him deeply and making him cry harder.
But then the images vanished, as two strong arms wrapped around him tightly, as if they were reassuring. He welcomed the extra warmth as his grief started to fade away. He was still crying, but it was calmer and quieter, he held Ron closer too and let himself embrace the warmth of his body as sleep began to drift over him.
