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Soz people I have to take a shower so I can't individually thank people for reviewing T.T anyway, the important note here is that HOLD ON FOR JUST A FEW (2) MORE CHAPPYS!!!! The bonding will come soon, it's right around the two corners, that made no sense, but don't give up on this fic 'cause I didn't make the two bond, there's actually a reason for what's keeping them from doing it, so have patience dudes and dudettes!


Chapter Fourteen: Day Three: Kali


The next morning Ron woke up from a dreamless sleep, he was so worried and anxious to see Kali that he barely slept anyway. Justin woke up after him, slightly less excited to visit the seer.

"What's she like?" the redhead asked as he walked out of the bathroom from his shower.

"She's kind of like Trelawney, except she's not fake," Justin answered, grinning a little as he put on his boots.

"So she starts saying that I'll die the next day or something?" he asked dully.

"No," he laughed, "she's just a normal forty year old woman...in a way, but she'll answer questions straightforwardly so we won't get confused," he paused as he watched Ron's slightly wet form, towel wrapped securely around his waist as he looked through the closet for some clothes. He tried not to sigh in bliss at the well toned body.

Ron felt the staring and faced him. Both blushed and looked away, continuing their mission on getting dressed.

"Why couldn't we see her yesterday?" he asked tentatively, pull on a plain black T-shirt.

"We're not aloud to leave the castle right?" Ron nodded, "so the next best thing is to sneak out, but it won't be dangerous," he added, seeing the look of shock on his mates face, "we'll just blend in with the rest of the crowd."

"Um...how? Filch checks everyone's names," he frowned, not really liking the idea yet still feeling a little exhilarated.

"I know, what I mean is to go around the crowd and make sure he doesn't see us, or we could always take the shortcut."

Ron was immediately reminded about third year and Harry's map. "I know a way," he said instantly, "Harry told me about it in third year."

"I kn-oh, really?" he blushed with embarrassment; there was a pause in which Ron gave him a look that clearly meant 'you know?' "Sorry, I was...a bit too obsessive over you in third year," he blushed more.

"Oh," he blushed too; remembering it was third year, that meant they were thirteen and would have been going through puberty, he understood, but he still couldn't help feeling just as embarrassed.

They continued getting dressed silently.

-

"Are you guys still sure it's a good idea?" Hannah asked as the three made their way down a corridor, "I mean I'm all for it and everything, I'm just worried about the Vendredeans coming at Hogsmeade, look how Ernie turned out."

"We know," Ron muttered, hoping the passing first year Slytherins didn't hear a thing, "but I really need to ask her a bunch of questions."

"You haven't even met her."

"So?"

"Oh whatever," they stopped in front of a statue of a witch with a hump. After checking that they were alone Hannah pulled out her wand, "dissendium," she said, tapping the statue.

The three entered the small hole one by one.

-

Getting out of Honeydukes was a bitch. By themselves it would have been a synch but altogether they had to make sure the other wasn't caught. Getting out of the basement was hell, one of the employees had to keep running down to get more candy, and he was in no hurry to rush up the stairs either.

They managed to get out without getting caught, at least they hoped so.

Pulling their hoods over their heads, they walked together towards an inn, making sure their faces couldn't be seen despite the odd stares they got.

At one point they passed Harry, Hermione and Draco. Ron was tempted to blow his cover and run to them to accept their apology, but when he remembered the other thing Draco said, he kept on walking, wishing more than anything that he had already destroyed the journal.

They stopped in front of a very old inn. Its walls were chipped and rotting, only standing up by numerous spells and charms. Upon seeing this sight Ron was very grateful for living at the Burrow.

The group walked silently inside, their minds, except Ron's, set on getting to Kali. The building looked abandoned, it was dusty and full of cobwebs, the weak floorboards creaked loudly as they walked on, as if warning them to keep going before they'd break. The only source of like was the sunlight coming through the windows, the deadened gray light was strangely comforting to Ron.

Hannah sighed, "looks like Drian quit his job," she said, looking at the empty register desk to the left of the lobby, "he was a good guy, kinda cute too...not as cute as Michael though," she giggled.

Both boys rolled their eyes, walking up the stairs. "What floor is she on?" Ron asked when they reached the fifth floor.

"The next one," Justin answered, "she should move down though, I mean, she's the only one living in this inn anyway."

They continued on to the next floor, not feeling in the least bit tired when they walked down the dirty and cracking hall.

"Here we are," Justin said, stopping in front of a door that was numbered seven hundred and eighty seven. He knocked on the door once before opening it and stepping inside, followed by Hannah and a curious Ron.

"Welcome," rang a clear and kind voice coming from the living room. The tiny room was more like a large apartment. A small hall led down to the living room, kitchen, and a set of stairs that must have lead to the bedroom. The walls were decorated with portraits of people, all unmoving and dressed in clothes that had to be from the 1500's.

The three vampires walked in the living room. It was full of strange objects, all that had to be used for divination, a small shelf of books hung over a fireplace, and before it sat a woman in her forties, her hair was graying a little and she was knitting something that had to be a blanket. This had to be Kali, she looked too normal to be a seer or have a name so strange. Her back was facing them and at that moment Ron was scared.

He was afraid to turn and look at her face only to see it very old and being eaten by insects. Shuddering at the odd and horrifying image he followed Justin and Hannah to the sofa near the woman.

When he faced her he inwardly sighed in relief, seeing that her face was intact and young in spite of some wrinkles forming. She resembled Trelawney a little but didn't have the air of 'you're gonna die!' around her. She took off her small rectangular glasses that were held by a little gold chain as a necklace around her neck.

"It's been a while," she said, laying her knitting on her lap and smiling at the sheepish group, "you have questions."

"Yes," Justin answered at once.

She nodded knowingly. "Justin, Hannah, wait in the kitchen and make yourselves at home."

Without any argument the two left the living room, Justin threw Ron an apologetic smile before entering the kitchen with Hannah. The redhead tried to stay calm; he didn't want to be alone with a stranger. 'He's right across the room, I'll be fine,' he kept thinking.

"There's no need to be afraid," Kali said calmly.

Blushing lightly, Ron sat back a little, not sure of what to say at the moment. Kali seemed nice, but he still felt nervous, the building made him nervous.

"It's alright," she said. "This building may be old but it's perfectly safe. Just tell me your questions, I'll try and answer all of them." Nodding, Ron looked down at his lap, trying not to be shocked at Kali's accurate words, his fingers fiddled with a loose string on his shirt. Seeing that he wasn't going to speak first, the seer went on. "You're wondering about the eight days, and the bonding."

He looked up and nodded, calming down a little.

"Yes," she said, putting her glasses on again, "Justin wonders about it too." Ron looked at the kitchen across the room where Hannah and Justin were talking, oblivious to the small meeting with him and Kali. He guessed there was a silencing charm in the living room.

"He never said anything," he finally spoke.

"Justin's a silent boy, he likes to keep his secrets, even though some should be told," she said, grinning a little, "It's actually around you that he lets out his real emotions, like that day in the forbidden forest."

"How did you know?"

"I'm a seer, I should know," she smiled softly, "but even with you," she continued, "he still feels insecure."

"Insecure?"

"Yes. You see, while you know most of his past life, he didn't have enough energy to show it all, and what with you worrying whether or not he's hiding things from you, he feels less confident of ever bonding with you."

He looked at the kitchen again. Justin and Hannah were having a thumb war. He looked closer, looking past the happy and concentrating façade, once past that he could see a bit of sadness. But that was all.

Kali watched intently before going on. "He thinks a lot about you, even when he's sleeping. He worries of losing you, or you not feeling the same way as he had ever since he was eleven."

"I do feel the same way," he frowned at the floor, "I think. Don't I?" he looked up at her.

"What you feel for him is deep, but not deep enough, you want to know his full past instead of knowing who he is now. You also want to make him happy, but you have to be happy as well. You love him, you just don't know how to react to it," she answered as kindly as she could.

"I thought it was my other half," he muttered a bit bitterly, "all my mixed up emotions and all."

"The mixed up emotions are the cause of you're other him, but that's it."

"Will he ever give up?"

"Not until he's freed, when that happens, it'll be worse," her voice darkened.

"Does he love Justin too?"

"No," she shook her head slightly, "oddly enough, he's in love with you."

"What!?" he jumped, completely shocked.

"Creepy isn't it?" she said, her voice grim, "almost like your brother loves you sexually."

Ron swallowed, paling at the news about his other half. It was too disturbing to think about, he felt like throwing up.

"Wh-what should I do?" he stammered.

"He'll be freed," she sighed, "it'll have happen eventually. In a way, this is a good thing, seeing as you're emotions won't go crazy anymore. But the bad thing is that you have to kill him. He's physically stronger than you and would kill you if you don't love him back."

"So I have to..." he paled even more.

Kali shook her head. "You must not love him back, by doing that your relationship with Justin will be harmed permanently," she folded her hands neatly, "you're blood is both from heaven and hell. You've got the blood from hell while your other half has heavens blood, that doesn't mean that you're the bad one, it just simply means that you're a creature from hell while the other's an angel...a fallen angel so to say."

"Bloody weird," he shook his head, sighing. Kali laughed lightly, "how come he never spoke up or screwed with my emotions before this year, I mean I know I had a temper back then but I never felt weak."

"Do you remember the journal you still write in?"

He nodded guiltily.

"Your friend, Draco, said it was cursed? Which it is."

He nodded again, man this woman knew everything!

"That curse either awakened him or created him."

He looked up, confused. "Created him?"

"It's just a little theory," she shrugged, "the curse triggered your emotions and made you write so much anger. I think the journal had somewhat of a mind of it's own, it might have been infatuated with you and got in your head the last time you wrote in it, by that I don't mean just last night, I mean the last time you wrote in it with emotions. It's probably why you stopped writing like that."

Ron frowned a little. It sounded about right, he didn't have the same urges to write what he felt lately, maybe it was because he was content with just thinking them and that would mean that his other half would know about it too.

"Should I destroy the journal then? Would the curse break?"

"You must destroy that, when you've destroyed the other half," she looked at Ron's glum face sadly, "I know it's hard to be away from Harry and Hermione, but you have to have patience."

"It's just that...I've been so excited to have them back, I even thought of destroying the journal when I got back," he barely murmured.

"I know," she nodded, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, "but you must keep strong-"

"I'm not strong, not with these weird emotions."

"Don't be so negative, if you weren't strong you wouldn't be here, you'd probably be in counseling. Messed up emotions can make people go mad, but you're surviving so far, there's no doubt you'll pull through."

He sighed. "Are Justin and I ever gonna bond?"

"Pretty soon, yes."

"In the eight-no wait, six of something days?"

"Maybe," she grinned as if she had the best secret in the world and Ron wanted to know what it was, "if I tell you when, it might ruin the whole thing, you might be too nervous to go through with it."

"Alright," he sighed, then a thought struck him, "will Justin be taken away by the Vendredeans?"

"Yes," she answered in a blank voice. Ron felt his insides go cold just by that one word. "If no one saves him from his capture, he will be burned."

The image shot in his head and he thought his heart had stopped. "S-so if I save him in time...can't I just prevent it? How will he be taken? When?"

"Calm down," she said, starting to knit again, "it's either the fifth or eighth day, he will be knocked unconscious and taken to their hide out, I'm not sure where it is but you can't prevent the capture, only the death he might face."

"I have to try!"

"Yes, you must try," she nodded, "but you can't do it alone."

"Who do I-"

"Allies and friends, that's all I can say," she said, not looking at him, "I believe our little meeting has run out of questions and answers."

Nodding, Ron stood up feeling shaky by all the answers he got.

"Please send Justin over."

He walked to the kitchen, sighing as he sat on a third chair. "Kali wants to see you, Justin."

"Is everything ok?" he asked worriedly as he stood up.

"Yeah, I think," he looked up at him; he froze when he remembered what Kali said about him still hiding things from his past. But at the moment he didn't care for that (again), he just wondered how insecure Justin was now.

"Are you sure you're ok? You look kind of pale," Hannah said, breaking him from his thoughts, "not that you're already pale."

"I'm fine," he looked down at the table, "just thinking over what Kali said."

Nodding, she didn't ask anymore, and Ron was grateful for that. Hannah was a good friend; she understood so well and kept quiet when it was needed. She reminded him of Hermione a little, except for the book obsession thing.

Justin sat at the same spot where Ron had sat. "You already know I have questions."

"Yes," she stopped knitting and looked at him calmly, "very important questions."

"Yeah," he scratched the back of his head, "I had a strange dream of a dead girl coming back to life...is it her?"

"Yes," she nodded, "she's come back and is currently regaining her strength as well as some needed physical changes."

"Her skin's getting back to normal?" he made a face.

She laughed lightly, "Yes, that and she is growing to the age she's supposed to be now."

"Fourteen," he said softly, "she probably hates me now."

"A little peeved, yes," she chuckled, "but she still loves you."

"Why is she back?"

"The war, it's her prophecy too."

"There's two bringers of peace?" he nearly gasped but then thought that was a little overdramatic.

"In a way," she half nodded and half shrugged.

"I see," he calmed down, easily taking in this piece of news. There was a pause in which Kali went back to knitting, furtively glancing at him.

"He loves you," she said, answering the unasked question, "he loves you so much that he doesn't even know it."

Justin blushed. He seemed to be doing that a lot lately. "I know he wants to know my past, but some of it I don't want to show him, I don't understand some of it."

"The little relationship you had with Zacharias," she said plainly, Justin looked guiltily at the floor, "you felt alone as well as Zacharias that Christmas vacation. You both just did what any teenagers would have done...well not all but you get my point right?"

He nodded. "I don't want Ron to know about that, it's over, done with. If he finds out..."

"You can't keep that from him forever, he'll eventually know," she smiled slightly, "but I don't think he'll leave you, not when he loves you this much. The relationship isn't damaged, what you had with Zacharias was only loneliness and lust, nothing to do with love."

"It's just..." he tried to find the right words, "I know we have to understand each other when we bond, but does that mean he has to know about that?"

"Yes, he does. You can bond any time you want, but if you don't know these things about each other, then the bonding will go wrong, negative things will arise in your relationship," she said in a knowing voice, more silence, "just to let you know," she went back to knitting, "his other half will by coming soon, protect him as much as you can."

Justin paled and nodded. "How will he come?"

"There are many ways;" she said darkly, "Ron has seen him once in the mirror at Sally's Store, when he was in the fitting room."

"He never said anything."

"He thought it was just his reflection, though he did have his suspicions at how clear the reflection's voice sounded. Just protect him, make sure no harm comes to him."

Nodding again he stood up, knowing that the meeting was over.

Bidding their goodbyes, the three left the inn.

-

Ron sat on his bed, sighing for the millionth time. His other half coming soon and the thought of destroying his journal didn't really worry him at the moment.

He kept thinking about Justin, he never ceased to be amazed at how well the boy hid his secrets. He still wanted to know what these few secrets were but he couldn't push him, not now that he knew he needed to respect his privacy. And because he promised himself yesterday that he wouldn't push him.

Meanwhile Justin was changing to his pajamas, pondering about the secrets he was hiding. He wanted to bond so badly but he didn't want to hurt Ron. And his mates other half, he had to protect him, promising himself that he would do it with all his power, he lay back on his bed.

"Ron?" he said, still wondering if now was the right time.

"Yes?" the redhead pulled out a stack of papers from the night table. Justin didn't answer; he fiddled with the hem of his shirt, still thinking, "What is it?"

"I..." he frowned, "never mind," he pulled the covers over him, "g'night."

Ron blinked and turned back the stack of papers. Justin took a peek at him, why was he doing his homework at this hour? "Not sleepy?"

The blond blushed lightly before sitting up, "no...why are you doing your homework?"

"It's not homework," he didn't look at him as he wrote.

"Then...why are you writing?"

"It's just a story. I figured if I can't write in my journal then writing a story would be better."

"What's it about?" he asked, looking more than astonished.

"Uh..." he blushed, "it's just about mistrust, understanding, stuff like that," he said a little too quickly.

"What-"

"Nothing, it's just crap I keep thing about," fucking great his crazy emotions were taking over again!

"Nothing you think about is crap."

"I'm getting sleepy, g'night," he put his stuff back on the night table, blew out the candle and hastily pulled the covers over his head leaving Justin to stare as his sheet covered form sadly.

"Ron..." he whispered so silently even he couldn't hear it.

"Justin?"

He almost jumped, had he heard him that well? Did Ron take his hearing potion today? "Yeah?"

"Do you think we're ready?" he didn't face him, he was too embarrassed, "to bond?"

There was a pause in which Justin's face saddened even more. "Not yet...I have...some things I still need to tell you."

"Then tell me now," he felt sleepy now, for some reason he really wanted to sleep. But he needed to hear Justin's answer.

"I...I can't," he finished lamely.

"You have to trust me," he said sleepily, "I know you want to bond with me but you have to trust me first..." he fell asleep, not feeling the vibrations of sadness sweeping over him from Justin.

Eventually said boy fell asleep too...

-

It was warm, so warm that he was sweating. There was something hard on his back, like a long board, and it seemed to be connected to the one that his arms were on.

He moved to get off the boards but he fell back, a scratchy sting on both of his wrists. They were tied by ropes to either side of the board. A crazy thought ran across his mind, he thought he was crucified.

"Just like you to jump into conclusions," said a voice that started off feminine then to a voice that sounded like his, "I like you're vulnerability more."

"Who are you?" Ron asked shakily, looking around only to hiss in pain when the board on his back burned up and made his back sting.

"Don't you know me?" he said tauntingly, Ron swallowed and tried not to show his fear, "how could you forget me so easily?"

As if taking off an invisibility spell, lines formed and quickly filled into the shape and form of Ron. The tied up boy gasped and tried to back away only to get his back stung again, he gave out a yelp and arched his back painfully, trying to get away from the burning board. The board that his wrists were tied to burned as well and he cried out again.

"That's better," smirked the other him, he leaned closer, trailing his hands over Ron's chest.

"Don't touch me," he hissed, trying to squirm away.

"I can touch you as much as I want," he leaned even closer, pushing Ron's whole back against the burning boards. He cried out in pain, eyes closed tightly, trying not to let the forming tears escape. As his attacker pressed his body against him he felt like he was on fire, how much he wanted to die now.

"Get away from me," he whimpered out. His 'twin' smirked and place light kisses that felt like cold fire against his neck, "go away."

"The secret's out," he whispered in his ear, "are you afraid?"

"LEAVE ME ALONE!"

-

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