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Inylan: I looked through but couldn't find it...I did enjoy reading the Draco switching to the good side editorial (big smile), it made me think about his position a lot lol. Anyway, you said that some vampires can stand the sun for a lil while...that gave me an idea about the Hufflepuff team, I don't think they ever got the cup so would that mean that they're holding back because of the sun or something? O.O wow I think I finally found my brain lol thanks loads!


Chapter Nine:


If the two vampires had a choice they would have stayed at the clearing, with their arms wrapped protectively around each other in the December air. But unfortunately for them, time made them return to their dorms late that night.

Neither had spoken a word after leaving the clearing, they just enjoyed the others company.

Their silent peace didn't last so long once they reached the Hufflepuff common room.

Everyone looked nervous, uptight, and dead afraid. A few were holding newspapers and talking almost hysterically to each other.

"It's official," John spoke from behind the two, making them jump in surprise, "war," he handed them a newspaper that Ron had seen a few other Hufflepuffs read. He never got a good look at it but now that he had it in his hands he noticed it was another product from the vampire world he was thrown into.

The newspaper was called The Early Nightcall, 'odd title for a newspaper,' the redhead thought, landing his eyes on the front page.

Earlier this evening Minister Xavier James has announced that the Vendredeans want war. Talk has been going around that the Vendredeans want to kill off the vampire race so that they can raise apocalypse and stop the war between heaven and hell.

"Whatever this rubbish they're talking about only proves how insane they are in the mind," says junior assistant, Alex Banes, "I mean, how can our deaths bring apocalypse it's preposterous! But either way, they're still a threat to our society and have already destroyed Algamar to bits and pieces, we've got to fight back!"

"What's Algamar?" Ron looked from John to Justin.

"One of the first vampire settlings, it was destroyed a few days ago," John answered, frowning at the newspaper, "I don't like that Banes character, he thinks he's the talk of the town and everything, just because he's the youngest respected person in the Ministry."

"Well your younger," Ron said in a lame attempt to cheer him up a little but John frowned even more.

"Right..."

There was a pause; the redhead looked at the silver haired vampire in confusion. Was he hiding something? "You are sixteen right?" Ron asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Huh? Of course," he said almost too quickly, "I'd better go talk to Dumbledore, are you done?" he asked.

"Yeah, here," he handed the newspaper back to him and watched him leave urgently. "He's a weird person."

Justin shrugged, still a bit depressed about earlier. "I'm going to bed, 'night," he walked off to the boys dormitories leaving Ron in the sea of afraid Hufflepuffs.


Looks like we've got war now, I don't like it. Last time we had to face You-Know-Who and he was a scary son of a bitch, but now we have to fight against a whole army of equally strong Vendredeans who want apocalypse.

He remembered the quote that he read in the newspaper and frowned slightly.

I found out that some vampires don't believe in that heaven and hell war thing, or at least the apocalypse part. It DOES sound kind of weird, but I guess I can believe in it, I mean, John can read minds and stuff and a lot of other things have been happening that I guess believing in this wouldn't hurt either.

Hannah wasn't expelled, but she was suspended for a week, sent home and everything. It's all that everyone will talk about right now, they have no idea about this new war, hell, they'd probably not even know if it slapped them square in the bloody face!

Ron yawned and loaded his quill with ink again. His eyes wandered and landed on the sleeping form of Justin. He looked peaceful when he slept. 'I wonder what he's dreaming about, or if he's dreaming at all.' He turned back to his journal.

Justin...I shouldn't say. But it was strange to see him...show his emotions. I always thought (at least, ever since he turned me) that he was the strong one, the heroic one, like Harry. But back at the clearing I realized he had feelings too, I don't know if I pitied him or shared the same feelings but I hugged him. It seemed like an easy thing to do, just to wrap my arms around him so he'd calm down and know that I wasn't mad anymore.

Then a weird thing happened. I had all these emotions run through me. I felt warm, sad, happy, calm, but I wasn't mad. When he calmed down the emotions got stronger. I didn't ask him about it because I could feel the same thing vibrating off Justin. That's another thing about vampires, they have sensitive senses and know what emotion a person is feeling, really handy, that trick.

Ron stopped and looked over to Justin, still sleeping silently and peacefully on his stomach, the bed covers covering him halfway to reveal his torso hugged a little tightly by his pajama T-shirt. 'I...I want to hug him again,' the redhead's face went beet red and he looked away quickly, trying to push away the urge to actually go over there and hug the boy.

I don't know what's wrong with me. Now that I see Justin I feel strange, my stomach does some kind of flip flop, I start blushing, and this tickling emotion fills me up! God I'm turning into some schoolgirl or something!

He stopped writing again, this time because he heard footsteps coming towards the dorm. He closed his journal, hid it under his pillow and placed the ink and quill on the night table before pulling the covers over him.

The door opened, someone stepped inside and walked a few paces before stopping, there suddenly came the sound of a trunk being opened. Ron peeked an eye open and saw the shape and shadow of someone taking something out of Johns' trunk. Before the redhead could shout 'intruder' or some other shout of alarm, the clouds outside in the sky parted and let the half moon shine through the window, hitting the shadowed person, exposing short, silver hair.

'Oh,' Ron thought, closing his eyes and planning on going to sleep.

"Eiterthatarus."

Ron opened his eyes again; he looked at John who was holding some sort of round mirror with wires sticking out at the back. At first all Ron could see, from his position, was part of the mirror that reflected Johns face.

After a few seconds the reflection in the mirror vanished revealing the face of a young boy with very spiky silver blue hair that pointed everywhere. Black cat-like eyes, pointed face and neutral expression.

"Zener," the boy in the mirror said quietly, a small frown on his face. "It's not safe."

Ron frowned, craning his neck a little so that he'd get a better look.

"I know," John said in an equally quiet voice, "but there's war, you have to come here, it's more dangerous for you over there."

"I know," the reflection replied, "but they've already chosen me as watcher. It's better if I stay here, if they capture any vampires I can re-" he stopped and looked to his left. "I've got to go."

"But-"

"They're coming," his face wafted away leaving John's reflection.

"Great," John muttered, there was a pause as he undressed for bed. "Full moon tomorrow, Ron, you'd better get some sleep."

Ron froze.


After the event at the Great Hall no one dared cross the Hufflepuffs, or at least the ones they thought were scary. They still teased Ron, but he was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he simply ignored them.

It would be a full moon tonight, the first night when Ron would actually drink blood, just the thought made him feel nauseated, especially when Justin said it tasted like cherries mixed with a bit of strawberries and raspberries.


"Concentrate on the pull in the back of your head," Justin said, watching as Ron nodded and held out his hands as if he were holding something invisible.

'Ok, the pull,' he frowned in concentration, making his eyes squint slightly. They were at the clearing again, this time Justin finally agreed to teach Ron how to make the black orbs which were called Emadors.

At the first few tries Ron only managed to get a little spark before his mind fell into exhaustion. If he knew it was going to be this hard he wouldn't have kept begging Justin to teach him the technique.

The experienced vampire watched in silence at Rons' tenth attempt, he was getting better at it on every try but he never got close at making the actual sphere, it would just come out a bit gray and sort of deflated.

'He's still weak,' Justin frowned, 'what else is going on in his mind?'

'Almost...' Ron thought weakly, a darker gray sphere started to materialize in the gap between his hands, there were weak tiny bolts of lightning snapping around lazily, the sphere wasn't quite round, it still looked a bit deflated. 'I can do this...'

Exhaustion tumbled over him again and he fell to his knees, the gray deflated sphere had vanished leaving Ron to take deep breathes and try not to pass out.

"That was better, the color of it got darker," Justin said calmly, kneeling down to face the redhead.

"It's still not good enough," he got his breathing back to normal but his mind felt like it would knock him into unconsciousness.

"Don't push yourself you have time," he stood up and checked his watch. "We have ten more minutes before lunch."

"I need a break," his mind was so tired, and he really wanted to rest it out. He fell into darkness before his head hit the ground.

Justin sighed, kneeling down again and turning Ron on his back. 'I wish things would have gone out easier than this,' he thought sadly, pulling Ron up so his upper body could lie on his lap.

He watched as the winter breeze blew into the sleeping boys' hair, moving it slightly as if it were moving in water, his enchantingly pale-moon skin glowed in the afternoon sunlight, his sleeping expression giving off the effect of innocence.

Justin's eyes wandered down the face to the boys' lips, they were parted a little, showing a bit of wetness on the bottom lip. In the cold air they became slightly pink, begging for Justin to warm them with his own lips.

But he refused to kiss him, not now that he was unconscious. He lifted the young Weasley and trudged back to the castle, a bit shocked at the lightness of the boy.

"Moi is back," Hannah sighed happily, stepping out of a carriage and dumping her school trunk a few feet before her so that the house elf could take it.

"The week's over already?" Justin joked, walking over to his old friend. She turned to him and raised an eyebrow when she saw Ron in his arms.

"Yup, uhhh...did something happen?" she laughed a little, pointing to the boy in Justins' arms.

"He fell unconscious after trying to make an Emador," he answered, shrugging, "how was suspension?"

"Boring," she said dully, "my parents gave me such a scolding that I wouldn't have cared if I hexed them!"

"You're lucky you weren't expelled, you could've killed Pansy," he adjusted Ron to a better carrying level.

"I don't care," they walked inside the school, "she deserved it, making fun of us and everything, especially Ron!"

"He still thinks of her as a friend, including the others," he said quietly, glancing at a few Ravenclaw third years walking past them who were eyeing them and whispering amongst themselves.

"What!?" Hannah burst, "he's crazy right? They left him and they're treating him like crap! How could he still think of them as friends!?"

"I dunno, maybe it's the loyal thing," he looked at the sleeping boy in his arms, his face softened as he watched the redheads' chest go up and down slowly proving he was asleep.

Hannah noticed the change in his expression and gave a tiny smile. "So what's been going on between you two?"

"Nothing," he blushed brightly and looked away from Ron, "we're just friends right now."

"Justin, you know that if you keep waiting this long it might be too late," her face turned serious, "you know what Kali said. If you don't bond soon-"

"Yeah I know," he muttered, stopping in front of the wall to the Hufflepuff common room. "But I don't want to rush him, he might not want to bond just yet," his face now looked sad, he muttered the password and they walked inside the common room.

No one was around; Justin was thankful for that, he lied Ron down on a sofa and sat himself on the one next to it.

"Do you love him?" Hannah asked, sitting down on an armchair. Justin looked at her as if she'd grown five more eyes.

"Are you daft!? Of course!"

"Then why don't you prove it to him, what if he's waiting for you to say what you feel?"

He looked into the blazing fire intently. "He's got other things to take care of."

"If you really love him then you have to tell him the truth, his real reason," she said pleadingly.

"I know, but he's still adjusting to being vampire don't you think that's enough for now?" he looked at her.

"No," she sat back and crossed her arms and legs, "he's still adjusting, but he's doing it well, he can adjust to another thing too."

"That's what I'm worried about," Justin protested. "Through this whole thing Ron's been accepting everything, even his prophecy, if it were me I'd have never believed in it."

"It's because he's afraid," she looked at the sleeping redhead, "you came to him when his friends left him."

"What do you mean, he's afraid?" Justin frowned.

"He's afraid that if he refuses to believe in everything, then you'll leave him like the others, so if you tell him the actual truth he'd believe it too."

"He can't be afraid, he-"

"Ask Potter and the others about what they read in his journal," she interrupted. "Manipulate them into answering or something."

"I don't-"

"If you don't want to do it, fine, but just tell him the truth, it's better than later, and it might get you both closer," she grinned when she saw Justin blush lightly.

"Alright, fine," he muttered grudgingly, "I'll tell him after Devingston, but if he gets mad or anything, it's your fault."

At this Hannah smiled cheerfully, "ok then."


The sound of eager voices woke Ron up that night. He sat up groggily and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Once he yawned he could feel something different within him.

One thing was that he had a terribly empty and grumbling stomach. Another was that he felt his canine teeth had gotten longer and sharper. He looked around and saw that everyone else was in the same state.

"Oh, good you're awake."

The young Weasley looked up at Justin. "What happened? My teeth-"

"It's alright," he laughed lightly, "it's almost midnight we're all heading to Devingston."

"Devingston?" he frowned in confusion, "what about the storage room?"

"Devingston is the storage room, actually it's small town of vampires," he held out a hand for Ron to take, which he did, and helped him stand up.

"Then why couldn't you just say the town?" he raised an eyebrow then blushed lightly when his stomach growled.

"We had to so that no one would know its exact location; even in Dumbledore's office it's dangerous to say the name of the town because of the portraits."

"Oh..." he thought about it and realized it made sense. "So...how's Devinston? What's it like?"

"You'll see soon."

"HELLO THERE!" Hannah jumped on Ron from behind nearly sending him to the floor.

"Hannah?" he choked out, "wow, the week passed by fast."

"Aww! You're making me feel unloved," she pouted.

"Sorry..." he gave a sheepish smile.

"Alright everyone!" shouted Zacharias Smith, everyone silenced, "it's time let's go!" Ron watched in amazement as the wall from behind him melted away revealing an alleyway to a street that definitely had to be outside. "Come on I don't have all night!" he said to the others as they walked through the portal rather slowly.

"He still sounds the same," Ron muttered dully, walking along with the others.

"What?" Justin looked at him. Ron nodded over to Zacharias, "oh he's always like that when he's hungry."

"And how is he when he's not?" the redhead raised an eyebrow, just now he realized that he barely ever spoke to Smith, he just knew him from fifth year.

"He's a nice lil sod," Hannah answered, giggling a little, "kinda sensitive at times, I guess that's why Susan like him."

"Susan's his mate?" he gawked.

"Yeah, she fell in love with him the minute he moved into her neighborhood," sighed Justin, "that's why he wanted me to turn him."

Ron almost stopped walking; he looked at the teen confusedly before he remembered what Justin had said the day he was turned. The golden head said he turned another before Ron, Zacharias.

"That's a bloody weird reason to want to change," the redhead frowned, looking at Zacharias.

"He thought he couldn't be with Susan because he didn't have a reason to be with her forever," Hannah sighed, "he's so dumb sometimes, seriously. And now that he's a vampire it's too late for him to change his mind."

No more was said as they walked through the portal, the freezing air made Ron realize he forgot his cloak back at the common room but before he could turn around he felt someone drop a warm cloak over his shoulders.

"Wha-" he stopped when he saw Justin smiling at him cheerfully, "but you'll freeze!"

"I'll be fine, I like the cold," but Ron knew he was lying, or a little at least.

"Come on, before we're left without a seat," Hannah said running ahead from the two.

Ron looked around and finally took in his surroundings. It was night yet he could see everything clearly, the shops, inn's, people, even the random rat scuttling by.

Devingston was larger than Hogsmeade. There were different types of shops scattered all over the place, shops for quills, ink and parchment. Markets, restaurants, clothes, and a large shop for music that came from the muggle, wizarding and vamperic world.

As if that wasn't interesting enough, the people themselves were eye-catching. Some looked mysterious and forbidding while others looked fun and happy, dressed in wild clothes or just black.

"Wow," Ron barely whispered.

"This place is probably safer than Hogwarts," Justin said quietly.

"What do you mean?" the redhead looked at him in confusion.

"Nothing," he smiled a little, "come on, before Hannah gives up saving our seats," he took Ron's hand and ran towards wherever Hannah had run off to.

'He's holding my hand,' Ron thought a bit dreamily, looking down at the hand holding his gently yet strongly. 'It's so warm...ah! What am I thinking!?'

He blushed furiously and looked away. That was when he noticed another thing.

There were couples everywhere, holding hands, snuggling into each other, kissing or whispering to each other. Devingston and Hogsmeade may have had a big difference in each other, but they had one thing in common about the people. Ron looked to the ground, hoping he didn't look too sad so that Justin wouldn't notice. Unfortunately he did, but he didn't say anything, in truth he didn't know what to say.

'At least he's holding my hand,' thought Ron in a failing attempt to cheer up.


"You guys need to exercise a little more," Hannah said, sliding to the side to let Ron and Justin sit down, "I was waiting for like, fifteen minutes."

"Sorry," Justin smiled apologetically, "did you order anything?"

"Yep," she looked cheerful again, "got us all mozzarella sticks, cheese burgers, cheese French fries, and some Peruvian juice...chichi morida or something, at least I think it's from Peru..."

Ron stared at her blankly, "you're a cheese person aren't you?"

"Yep," she piped up cheerfully, "I'm curious about blue cheese but my parents won't let me try it," she pouted.

"But I thought...aren't we supposed to drink blood?" Ron frowned in confusion, "aren't our stomachs sensitive for human food?"

"Of course," Justin laughed a little, "what we'll be eating IS blood, but it's been charmed to look, taste, and smell like normal food."

"...Oh..."

After a few minutes of talking two waiters walked to their table with their arms piled with plates of the food Hannah ordered.

"Yummy," the girl said when she got her plates and drink; she quickly started off eating the cheese french fries with relish. "I love this place!"

"Um...two questions," Ron said a bit shakily, "how can we eat all this?" he waved to the plates full of food, "and how much is this gonna cost?"

"Don't worry, I'm paying," Hannah reassured, stuffing her mouth with mozzarella sticks, "and if you're not hungry anymore than just give 'em to me."

Ron looked at his food, the drink caught his eye, he didn't know if he should be fascinated or disgusted.

The beverage looked like black water, but the small bubbles at the surface of the juice exposed its true color, an elegant dark red, or was it purple? Ron lifted it and continued to examine it.

"What was this called again?" he asked, smelling it a little, a sweet smell filled his nostrils, sort of grapey but smoother and thicker.

"Chicha Morada, the waiter just told me," Hannah answered, gulping down the drink, "it's good, try it."

Hesitantly Ron raised the glass to his lips and took a sip. The taste was exactly like the smell except ten times more better. "Wow..." he took another sip.

"Yup," Hannah bit into her cheese burger, "it's surprising what the juice of black corn with a hint of sugar can taste like."

Ron froze and forced down the large sip he had taken. "W-what!?"

"Black corn," Hannah nodded, "along with a bunch of other stuff I think...oh...I shouldn't have told you that..."

"No you shouldn't have," Justin replied, calmly eating his mozzarella stick.

For the rest of the late night dinner, Ron avoided the drink, no matter how good it tasted.


I think this is a cut off...soz...review please! I'll try and make Devingston a bit more clearer next time (sweatdrop) and everything else too (more sweatdrops) REVIEW PLEASE!! And there's gonna be some definite R/Jness!! In the next chappy!