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Note: Um...well this chappy turned out kinda weird, if any of you are very religious of god or anything like that then there's a small part that refers to him a bit, it's not big but I just thought I'd let ya know

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Chapter Fifteen: Other


"LEAVE ME ALONE!"

"Ron!" Justin leaped out of his bed and rushed over to the thrashing red head, "Ron wake up!"

Gasping for air, Ron quickly fell heavily into Justin's light embrace, shivering so much that even Justin was shaking. "It hurts..." he barely got out."

"What does?" he asked quickly.

"...My back...it burns-AH!" he jolted when Justin lightly touched his back.

More than alarmed now, Justin pulled up Ron's shirt from behind and looked at the exposed skin.

There was a burn mark, lining from the small of Ron's back up to his neck. A horizontal burn line ran across from just below his shoulders as well. They quickly healed and vanished due to Ron's vamperic powers.

Even if they were now gone, Justin still had the image glued in his head. The marks made the unmistakable form of a cross.

-

In a dark bedroom, a woman sat in a small round table, her hands hovering over a crystal orb that lay on the table before her.

Eyes set in concentration; she looked past the clouds, seeing the truth that it was predicting.

Two twins stood before the other, both red haired, and holding out their swords at each other. Something was wrong though, one had a set of black and white wings while the other had none. According to the seer's visions, the other twin had to have one of the wings.

The two lunged at each other at what promised to be a vicious battle. All faded away and the woman was left to think about what she just foresaw.

Realization struck her and she froze. "Oh hell..." muttered Kali.

-

"Ron?" Justin spoke worriedly later that morning, "are you sure you want to go to school today?"

"I'm fine," he answered back quickly; "it was just a nightmare."

"But-"

"I said I'm fine!" he silenced and looked away from the hurt look on the vampire's face, "sorry," he muttered before grabbing his bag.

"Those marks were real, even if they healed they were still there," Justin spoke in a hard voice.

"But they're gone, it's almost the same with what Harry went through, he gets nightmares and his scar burns."

"You're different," his face softened, "Ron please; just tell me what it was about, I'll get Kali to-"

But Ron already left, slamming the door shut.

Sighing, Justin turned back to his trunk, taking out a few books for the day before stopping and throwing one viciously across the room. The textbook made a dent on the wall.

-

Ron stopped, feeling a strange and annoying itch in his throat. He coughed, frowned a little but walked on to his destination to Hogwarts.

"Ron?"

"Hm?" he stopped again and turned to face Hannah who was running to catch up with him.

"Good morning," she said, joining him on the walk to school, "you ok? You look kinda pale."

"Fine," he answered shortly before coughing again.

"Caught a cold didn't you?" she said, looking slightly smug, "you should have worn a scarf yesterday."

"Yeah, whatever," he muttered. They reached the castle and walked inside discreetly with the other Hufflepuffs, all making sure they weren't spotted by others that weren't in their house.

Hannah frowned at the Ron's cold attitude. "Did something happen?" she asked tentatively.

"No," he kept walking faster, Hannah had to run to catch up, "everything's fine," he coughed again, harder this time.

"Where's Justin?"

"Dunno," he entered the Great Hall leaving Hannah quite irked at how careless he sounded.

"Hey," a soft hoarse voice interrupted her muses making her jerk. She turned and faced one very wan Justin; he looked just about to faint.

"Justin?" she said worriedly, "what happened?"

"Nothing," he walked in the Great Hall quickly followed by Hannah.

"Don't tell me that," she said in a hushed and sharp voice, "Ron told me the same thing and-"

"Then there's nothing wrong," he plopped down on a chair which Hannah quickly noticed, was far away from Ron.

"I know I shouldn't be snooping around but-"

"Then don't."

She pursed her lips before exploding. "Justin Finch-Fletchley I am about to give you Veritaserum if you don't tell me what the bloody fuck is wrong!"

Said boy stayed silent, his cold mask fading away to a slightly glum one. Hannah calmed down visibly and sat next to him.

"You can trust me," she said quietly, filling her plate with breakfast, "I'm your friend remember?"

"Something's wrong with-" a wave of dulling pain spread through Justin's head, momentarily silencing him as he closed his eyes and put his hands to his head, as if to steady the pulsing ache.

"Justin?" Hannah dropped her butter knife and pulled out her wand, ready to hit her friend with a healing charm.

The blond calmed down just as quickly, breathing deeply as the ache in his head faded away.

"What happened?"

"Nothing, it's just a head ache, see you at charms," he got up and left the Great Hall, getting a few odd looks from his housemates.

-

Ron stared at his bacon and toast, slightly sickened by the smell. He pushed it aside, sighing a little.

He never meant to be so cold to Hannah or Justin, he even tried to say so but something was holding him back, he couldn't really put his finger on it but it was scaring him all the same.

'Aw, lil Ronniekin's is scared!' the voice in his head laughed.

'Shut up,' he replied, closing his eyes in concentration to keep his emotions normal.

''Fraid I'll come ruin your wittle mind?' it went on.

'Leave me alone!'

'That's what you said before,' it said a bit evilly, 'but I can never leave you alone, you belong to me.'

'No I don't! I don't belong to anyone!'

'Guess that means you don't belong to Justin either. Good to know, really, he's such a nuisance.'

Ron's hands balled in fists in his effort to keep in control.

A hand on his shoulder brought him back to reality and the voice of his other half vanished. He looked up and faced Hannah, he groaned inwardly at the look of worry etched across her face as she sat next to him.

"Please tell me what happened, Justin..." she faltered a bit, "he doesn't look right, he's looks really tired, things like that only happen after he gets angry...or if he's been through stress and stuff but that's not the point."

"If Justin and I bond would that make my other half leave?" he grabbed her by the shoulders, startling her and a few onlookers.

"I don't know," she said quickly, "what's going on? You two can only bond once you understand each other-"

"I need to tell him the truth then, where is he?"

"Truth? Did he even tell you the truth?"

"No, I know he's got secrets but I have to tell him mine-"

"You don't know?"

"Know what?" he asked slowly, loosening his grip on the girls' shoulders.

"He..." she glanced over at Zacharias who was laughing with Susan, "he should tell you instead," she finished shakily, looking away. Ron noticed the glance she made and frowned in suspicion.

"What did he do?"

"Nothing deathly, just...well...he's at charms you can ask him there," she muttered. Ron jumped out of his seat, shoving Hannah in the process by mistake as he ran out of the Great Hall.

'Ok, I was pissed, afraid, pissed again, excited, and now afraid again, god I'll be so fucking happy when this other half of mine leaves!' he turned the corner sharply, nearly knocking into a group of Gryffindor fourth years.

He didn't realize that what he just thought made his other half boil in fury, or that Hannah was quickly following from behind.

-

His vision blurred for a second before tilting to the side, causing him to tilt as well. Justin wiped the sweat forming on his forehead before continuing his journey to his charms class. A few passerby students looked at him oddly but he didn't notice.

'What's wrong with me?' he thought, taking in deep breaths with every step he took, 'I never get this tired after I'm angry.'

'How dare you interfere!' a voice thundered in his head, causing him to get another head ache.

'What?' he steps slowed.

'You're stealing him from me! Don't you understand? He never wanted you; he belonged to me from the beginning!'

'Who are you?' he stopped and put a hand against the wall to support him, 'stop giving me head aches!'

'You deserve this punishment for taking him away from me, he never loved you, he's just using you.'

"Ron..." his vision tilted even more, fading away to darkness as the floor came up rapidly.

"Justin!" Ron ran to the fallen vampire but stopped halfway. The itch in his throat was getting worse; it spread down to his lungs, as if tearing it apart. "Ju..." he felt to his knees, weak from lack of oxygen, gasping for air, wheezing, "Jus..."

His wind pipe suddenly felt like it was being gripped from the inside, trapping something that was rising up his throat. Through all this torture he didn't care, he stretched out his hand and grabbed Justin's hand.

Almost instantly the grip on his wind pipe vanished and whatever was coming up his throat was he released. He half coughed and half spat out blood before he fell unconscious.

Hannah reached the corridor to which Ron ran to and froze at the sight. "Oh my god!"

-

He was back in the world of heat, its waves licking his bare skin in an almost palpable manner. "No..." he stirred, hoping he wasn't crucified like he was before.

"You're mine, you belong to me," a voice like his whispered in his ear before licking his neck.

"NO!" he pushed the person away, glad to see he wasn't tied to a cross.

His other half smirked at him, trailing a finger down Ron's cheek before said boy pushed away. He stood up and backed away, falling off of what he soon discovered, was a bed.

"Justin...where is he!? I know you knocked him out!" he yelled, his fists shaking.

His clone was still smirking as he slowly got off the bed. "Dead," he said casually. Ron froze, horrified, "I told you, you are mine," he pushed him against the wall and continued to kiss and lick Ron's neck, ignoring his screaming protests.

"He's not dead! HE'S NOT DEAD!"

-

Ron screamed himself to the conscious world, thrashing about in his bed and getting himself tangled in his sheets. He was calmed down when a spell hit him, relaxing him.

"Ron!" Hannah's voice reached his ears. He drowsily opened his eyes; the world was spinning before righting itself so that he could see that he was in a spacious room full of beds with patients.

But it wasn't the hospital wing. The walls were black and the windows were smoked gray, showing the world outside a sunny day in the city. Where was he?

"Hannah?" he said hoarsely, seeing her face hovering over him. She looked so worried, why was that? "What happened?"

"It's kind of a long story really," she sat down on her chair beside his bed, "you went looking for Justin, I tried to catch up and when I did you were both on the ground unconscious, you looked like your threw up blood. I couldn't send you to Pomfrey because...well, usually when vampires cough up blood or something, it's a sign that they're really sick so, here you are," she finished, trying to look a little cheerful.

"I threw up..." he frowned as he tried to remember what happened.

"Yeah," she looked over at the bed next to his, "Justin still hasn't wakened yet."

"What?" he looked next to him and saw a very pale and unconscious Justin, his lips were dry and a little blue. Ron tried to convince himself that he wasn't dead, just sleeping.

Hannah felt his nervousness. "Don't worry, he's just sleeping."

"My other half said he was dead," he said shakily.

"He isn't," she reassured, "see that little box right there?" she pointed to a heart radar beside Justin, a green line was running across the black screen, making large or small pointed bumps on the way, "that shows if his heart's beating or not."

"Right," he sighed and looked down at himself, nothing seemed wrong, but when he tried to sit up every muscle ached, he gave up and flopped back. "How long have I been here?"

"A few hours, I had to apparate you two here before anyone saw anything, but I sent an owl to Dumbledore," she looked very proud of herself, almost like Hermione.

"Bloody hell you know how to apparate already?"

"Yep, but it's a different kind of apparation, I get to take beings with me to really long distances."

"Where's here?" he tried to sit up again but to no avail, he lay back, tired.

"Kingdom Hill Hospital, the nurse will be seeing you in a few moments for some urine examination or something," she answered promptly.

"Urine examination?" he made a face, "they're gonna look into my piss!?"

"Yeah," she laughed, "for any disease that caused your illness. They use magic and muggle ways to heal here."

"That's wicked but I'm not sick, I'm possessed! By a freakin' sex hungry brute who won't stop screwing with my emotions!"

The door opened and a tall, slender man in black robes entered holding a beaker. He also had a clipboard hovering before him as he pulled out a fountain pen and refocused his slim glasses then brushed a few stray dirty blond locks behind his ear.

"Ronald Weasley?" he said, stopping before said boys' bed.

"Yes?" Ron answered uncertainly.

"Wow, a Weasley," the man mumbled with slight interest, he checked off the name on the clipboard before continuing, "ok, as weird as it sounds for you, I need you to pee in this beaker and it hand back to me for examination," he offered the redhead the beaker who eyed it warily.

"You're not the nurse...are you?"

Hannah and the man blinked before saying, "of course," at the same time.

"I'm Larron Nial by the way so," he gestured his head to the beaker still in his hand, "time to take a pissy."

Ron managed to turn his laughter into coughs before taking the object, "could someone help me to the bathroom?"

"Oh! Sorry," Hannah rushed around the bed and helped him stand up and lean on her as they made their way to the bathroom at the other end of the room.

On his way Ron noted some strange looking patients. There was a woman sleeping peacefully, but had a number of small scars and burns of crosses on her pale skin. Another was strapped to his bed, he eyed Ron intensely and slightly hungrily, he looked like he hadn't slept a wink.

There was also a young girl, probably thirteen, she was sitting up right and writing in a diary, there was a towel over her head so Ron couldn't see her face, steam curled up from the towel and the redhead wondered what was wrong with the girl before imaging her face burnt and chipping away, he shuddered then finally reached the bathroom.

"If you need help, shriek," Hannah winked, giggling before turning away from the surprised boy.

Sighing and shaking his head, he closed the door and used his hands to support himself against the sink. His muscles were starting to gain strength but he was still weak and he didn't feel like pissing at the moment so he had to wait or try.

The bathroom was nice, the floor was tiled in black, practically everything was black, including the walls and shimmering ceiling. There was also a shower with a bunch of knobs; one of them was red which, Ron figured, had to be blood. He scrunched his nose, taking a shower in blood didn't sound nice at all, quite revolting really, even for a vampire.

He turned back to the sink and turned on the cold tap, wetting his face with the freezing liquid. He looked back at his reflection.

He looked so pale now, paler than before, and his blue eyes were dull and empty.

'What am I turning into?' he swallowed, taking a step back. His reflection didn't move, it just stared back, expression blank and empty. 'odd.' Ron frowned slightly and walked closer, still his reflection didn't move.

"Ron? Need help?" Hannah's muffled voice asked from outside.

"No," he answered back, holding up his hand at the reflection, it repeated the motion, but the expression didn't change. 'Maybe the mirror's broken.'

His fingers touched the mirror, but instead of feeling a cool, smooth surface, he felt cold flesh.

The reflection smirked and before Ron could pull away, it grabbed his hand, forcefully entangling their fingers.

"Shit...let go!"

-

Hannah spun around and ran to the door, she turned the knob but it wouldn't budge. "Ron?" she said, knocking on the door briskly, "what's wrong? Open the door!"

A long gasp for air made her look back at Justin. He had his head thrown back; panting for air as sweat quickly became visible. The woman with the scars and burns awoke and hissed viciously while the strapped man started thrashing about, trying to break free, the hunger in his eyes spreading to his face. The girl with the towel stopped writing and looked over to the waking boy, smiling a small smile that no one could see due to her face being hidden.

"Stop!" came the barely audible shout that came from the bathroom. Hannah turned back to the door and made an emador, hitting it at the knob, it didn't work, the black sphere merely smashed into bits.

"Move," the low yet loud growl made Hannah jump and hurriedly back away. She watched as Justin advanced toward the door, his fangs were exposed and his eyes were red, the brunette gulped, backing away further as the angry vampire made a fist with his hand.

-

Ron tried to pull away, he kept tugging but that only seemed to make his reflection's hand to come through the mirror and into the solid world.

Finally, the reflection climbed out of the mirror like a cat, still holding Ron's hand tightly.

"Stop!" the redhead yelled, trying to break free. His other self smirked again and stepped down from the sink causing Ron to take a few steps back.

"You're mine, no one else but mine," the thing hissed almost warningly, he pulled Ron into a tight embrace, ignoring his struggles to pull him away.

"You're my other half," Ron realized, freezing in shock.

"Of course," he whispered in his ear, "now pleasure me."

"No!" he tried to push him away again, why was he so weak against himself? God how weird.

The door blew open and Ron would have cried out gratefully if his clone hadn't pulled his head to his chest protectively and possessively.

"Let go of my mate!" Justin yelled furiously, his red eyes flaring. He moved forward and punched the Evil Ron square in the jaw, though there was no cracking sound of it being broken.

"Vermin!" the copy yelled, pushing Ron behind him, the redhead fell and hit the back of his head against the edge of the tub. What would have knocked a normal person unconscious was only the feel of being smacked lightly to Ron, "he does not belong to you!"

He made to punch Justin but the blond was faster and dodged the blow, he kicked the clone in the stomach and he flew back, hitting his back against the wall, creating a small dent.

Ron looked around, trying to find something he could use to help out with, he couldn't make an emador now, he was too weak.

"Ron, come," Hannah rushed in and made to grab him if Justin didn't sharply turn to them.

"Don't touch him," he growled angrily, Hannah stopped in her actions and nodded, taking a few steps out of the bathroom.

"Understand, you little traitor! He belongs to me and only me! You don't belong!" the other Ron stood up, looking at Justin lazily.

'Traitor?' Ron looked at his mates' angry form then back at his other half's confidence.

"Memana ibadi shenatsu jepana," Justin chanted as if he were saying a long spell, "dustanu higura meebina."

In an instant, the scowling Evil Ron stretched out his hand and a black mist out of nowhere formed together and solidified, becoming a thin silver cross. Justin stopped chanting, cringing a little as the clone stepped forward with the cross, under the light it shimmered black a little when it moved.

Ron suddenly felt weaker; every muscle of his felt unworkable, his eyes began to droop, begging for sleep.

His other half turned to him as soon as Justin collapsed, weakened from the cross. "Vampires are worthless servants," the copy said quietly, "we're better. We're Gods' messengers."

Ron reacted and tried to crawl away; he noticed Justin trying to stand up and turned his direction from the door to him. Strong arms wrapped around his waist and he was hoisted up to stand.

"Let me go!" he yelled weakly, struggling again to break free, only this time he was weaker so his effort was futile.

"He is our creator," the sinister voice whispered in his ear huskily, "we bid to His orders, we bring peace, we're meant for each other."

"No...we're not," he stopped struggling, the cross was so close to him that he was one blink away from sweet sleep. He faintly heard a thud of someone falling, since Justin was already on the ground, he figured it was Hannah who fell.

"Give in."

His shirt was ripped open and the cross was slammed onto his chest (or a bit below it). Immeasurable pain sky rocketed and Ron's senses quickly awoke. He screamed in pain, the burn on his front felt worse than the first nightmare, its burn was so real.

There was a sizzling sound and the smell of burning flesh reached his nostrils, if he had the strength he would have pulled away, and even then it wouldn't be enough considering his other half's tight hold.

"I'll be back for you, when you come to me," the Evil Ron pulled away the cross and dropped him. He disappeared in an explosion or golden sparks, leaving behind droplets of black liquid that smelled like ink.

"Ron..." Justin reached out to the jerking boy, "Ron," this time it was strangled for now Ron was jerking even more, as if he were under the cruciatus curse.

As soon as his hand touched the former Gryffindor, he calmed down, though he was still shaking. "J-Justin?" he said, trembling as if he were cold.

Justin pushed his strength and sat up, bringing Ron with him. He hugged him as tightly and as comfortingly as he could. "I'm sorry," he said, burying his face in the boys' shoulder, "I should have protected you more, you got hurt, I'm sorry."

"It's ok," Ron almost breathed out in his weak voice, "I'm not de...dead." With that being said, Justin hugged him tighter; a strangled cry escaped his lips.

Ron relaxed, he was still shaky from the whole thing but at least he was in check with his emotions, or he hoped he was. Right now he felt the urge to cry but he held it back, not eager to show Justin his weakness.

Once they were fully calm, they stayed put, too tired to move a finger. 'Why is he a traitor?' Ron wondered, remember what his other half had said. He wanted to ask the blond about it but decided that now was not the time.

Outside from the bathroom the girl with the towel smiled even more. She took her fountain pen and drew a cross within a square that was within a triangle. "Shield," she fingered the triangle, "protection," she fingered the square, "bond," she fingered the cross. The symbols glowed red before vanishing, the girls' smile grew, "good luck," she whispered.

Hannah woke up, grunting a little before looking around and facing the giggling girl. She raised an eyebrow and stood up, stumbling a little.

Back in the bathroom both vampires were drifting off to sleep before something strange happened.

In his drowsiness, Justin's hand had slipped from Ron's shoulder and slid slowly down the redheads back. Ron reaction to the movement caused him to flutter his eyes close as he arched his back, his head thrown back a little. In his movement, his chest rubbed against Justin's, the blond groaned lightly. It was like they became highly sensitive to their simple touches.

Experimenting with the idea, Justin trailed a free hand up Ron's thigh. The response was as expected, Ron's breathing quickened, he rested his head on Justin's shoulder, his breath ghosting over his neck, groaning when the hand kept getting closer to that certain spot.

"We shouldn't...be....doing this..." Ron said, still enjoying the intense sensations running through his body, "we still...have secrets," after his sentence was finished he let out a the most erotic moan that caused Justin's 'little me' to come alive, hardening quickly as Ron kept moaning.

"Y-you're right..." he started panting, "but I don't...know how to stop."

It soon came as a realization that they had better tell each other their secrets if they wanted to bond, and they wanted to so badly now.

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heehee soz for cutting it there XD this feels like my longest chappy (blink) yay! Anyway...I NEED TO GET THE PLOT GOING! (stamps feet) it'll come though...yeah...heh well, review please!