Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter
Thanks for the reviews!
C.C.C.: LOL! your welcomes then :)
Inylan: nope they don't...well...not in this fic that is XD
DemonRogue13: hell yeah it did lol
mizukimarr910: this chappy's short, only ten pages lol, o well I'll have to make it longer next time XD
mydracomalfoy: Wicked? What's it about? Sounds interesting :)
corae:thanks! and I'll try to update the other one...man how long's it been since I updated? O.O ack...
Chapter Eighteen: Day Seven: Healing
A knock on the door made Kali smile knowingly as she set the small round dinner table with hot chocolate and her favorite herbal tea. As expected the door opened and the familiar sound of footsteps walked into the kitchen/living room.
"Good afternoon, darling," the middle aged woman said in calm cheerfulness. She looked at her visitor and frowned slightly, "I knew you'd come, but that's all I knew. What brings you here, back from the dead and all?"
The visitor gave the seer a small smile, joining her at the kitchen table and gratefully taking the cup of hot chocolate. "I did what I was told," she said, taking whipped cream from the middle of the table, "so I checked up on them and found that the protection barrier would fall in the future."
"Oh dear," she stirred her tea, her face fell grave, "so it's the eighth."
"And they've bonded," added the girl, "we still might have a chance now that they've bonded. He told me of Ron being the second messenger, does that ring a bell?"
"He," Kali said softly, staring into her tea, watching as the dregs spun lazily from her stirring, "how is He?"
"Stressed," the young girl sighed, "what with the wars and all."
"Poor lad," she chuckled, "it seems like almost yesterday I changed his..." she trailed off drifting off into a zone.
"Maybe you slipped, you still monitor the apartment right?" the voice brought the woman back to earth.
"Yes," she sighed, feeling like a child being lectured, "but I haven't checked yesterdays tape I was too tired."
"Well does Ron being a messenger ring anything to you?"
The seer shrugged. "Not really, then again I don't remember much of yesterday, everything's all hazy."
"Where's the tape?"
"The usual place, where else?"
The girl stood up from her seat and walked to the fireplace in the living room. "You know, someday someone will find out about this fake," she said, pushing one of the books on the shelf over the hearth as if it were a button. Instead of the one book being pushed back, the whole shelf moved back as if the books were glued together.
The hearth of the fireplace was elevated automatically like a mini elevator. From under the plate of still burning wood there was a metal box that looked like a safe. When the elevating stopped the doors to the box opened smoothly revealing two columns of rectangular squares that turned out to be drawers, pulled themselves out in a fashion that made them look like a mini staircase. One column had a number of spoon-like objects that had a metal stick at the end. The other column had organized sets of tiny versions of guns.
"Were you about to check the footage before you knew I was coming?" the girl asked, taking the spoon looking object that lay at the top 'step' of the mini staircase of shelves.
"No," Kali shrugged, joining her in the living room, "I planned to watch it after I went grocery shopping. But I never thought it was so important."
The girl adjusted the oval part of the 'spoon' to her left ear, when he clung on her earlobe comfortably she tapped the slim handle of the silverware, a light flashed at the tip and a holograph of a blue rectangle appeared before her eyes. Images raced before her eyes as she searched with her mind for anything strange.
"Found something," she said after ten minutes.
"You did?" she took a step behind her and tried to peer into the images, the move was really futile since the wearer could only see the images.
"Yep," she tapped the tip of the 'spoon' and turned to the seer, "you prophesized."
-
After the meeting was over the Hufflepuffs had all agreed to make an early training in the weekends, if they were questioned, the answer was that they were exercising to stay fit and in top shape. Anyone who didn't want the training was to stay in Devingston where it was safe. The inn had stayed empty every weekend.
The argument on where the training should be didn't take long. At first they planned on training in Devingston, but after Ron pointed out about the Vendredeans also attacking wizards and witches, they decided that training at Hogwarts was a better option, that way they would help out any non-vampire who might get attacked.
That's why Ron and Justin found themselves in the courtyard on a sunny Saturday doing push-ups, jogs, weight lifting, etc.
Usually the Gryffindors and Ravenclaws took over the courtyard on the weekends, but when they arrived to their little sacred place they were surprised to see the Hufflepuffs had taken their turf earlier than they had. Seeing that they were exercising they thought that it would be rude to interrupt and sit around eating something that would distract the Hufflepuffs, so they simply left them alone which was perfectly fine considering the fact that the batch of vampires didn't want any interruptions.
Though, this was really and odd thing to see since they were training in the middle of January. Weren't they cold at all?
Ron sighed and collapsed on a bench, huffing and puffing, sweating right through his t-shirt. He wiped his brow with the back of his hand and watched the rest of his fellow house mates continued to jog around the perimeter of the courtyard.
Justin sat next to him in the same state as the redhead. "Hannah's really into this training deal isn't she?" he breathed out, pulling out a bottle of water and squirting it over his head.
"Something must've happened to Michael that day," Ron said, taking the bottle and repeating what his mate did to it, he sighed in contentment when the icy coolness rushed down on him, not noticing the lusty look he was getting from the other vampire, "or she's probably doing this out of fear of what might have-happened!" Ron yelled the last part as he was thrown off the bench and onto the grassy wet ground.
Before he could protest he felt the tingles of wet kisses on his neck causing him to moan in pleasure. "Justin," he said, hoping his sanity wouldn't run away, "Jus-" he didn't finish his sentence because another mouth covered his own.
Their lips slid against each other like feathers, tongues danced together, massaging, exploring, going deeper. Justin entangled a hand in the windblown red hair while the other sneaked under his mates' damp black shirt. Ron groaned again under the light touches, arching his back in encouragement. That's it, he lost all rational thought now, he figured Justin lost a while ago since he was now sliding the redheads shirt up. It's funny, here they were making out in the winter weather yet they barely felt any cold at all, just each others heat.
Ron wrapped his arms around Justin's back, planning to take his shirt of too.
"R-Ron?"
His eyes shot open and he froze, the only word that ran across his mind was 'fuck!'
"Is that you?"
'Of course it's me! Who else has pale skin and blood red hair for gods sake!' he thought irritably, 'I'm screwed!'
Lucky for him Justin realized who had spoken and froze too. They looked glanced at each other before untangling themselves and pulling their shirts right.
"Uh...Hi Hermione?" Ron said a bit shakily, not sure of what else to do.
The two looked up that the Gryffindor pair standing stock still in shock. The noises of the Hufflepuffs training were gone, they were the only four in the courtyard, damn them for having a break now!
There was an awkward silence. Hermione looked down at the now interesting bench while Harry played with the hems of his sleeves.
"We came to um..." Harry trailed off.
"Draco told me about the curse," Ron said hurriedly in one breath as he stood up, followed by Justin, "I know you're still under it so it's better if I leave, I don't want your emotions to get all mixed up."
"No!" Hermione blurted out, "we know that it's just...we're worried," she said, a tint of pink on her cheeks, either from embarrassment or the cold, Ron didn't know.
"About what?" he asked calmly, trying not to burst out his emotions too quickly since his two 'former' friends were so delicate now.
"You've switched houses, changed your looks-"
"It wasn't my fault," he defended indignantly. He mentally hit himself; he hadn't meant to say it so loudly and angrily.
"I'm sorry I know that now!" Hermione yelled back, her eyes shining with tears. Harry pulled out his wand uncertainly, "I'm sorry Ron," she said, her voice breaking and shaking, "we shouldn't have gotten mad over that stupid journal, I-" she couldn't hold back anymore, tears suddenly spilled like a waterfall, she buried her face in her hands as her shoulders shook in her sobs.
Harry grabbed her gently and pointed his wand to her, murmuring something under his breath. Immediately Hermione calmed down and stopped crying, she stood straighter and wiped off tears from her flushed cheeks.
"Sorry," she said quietly, sniffing. Ron looked at her worriedly, what he just saw made him feel disturbed, one second the girl was crying a storm and the next she stopped without any trace of sadness, "anyway," she swallowed, regaining composure, "we didn't come here to argue with you, we came here to help."
"Help?" he looked at the brunette to the raven head in confusion. At last he turned to Justin who looked just as confused.
"What do you mean 'help'?" the blond asked, frowning slightly.
"With the Vendredeans," Harry answered simply.
-
Mrs. Weasley's eyes ran across the letter in apprehension. From behind her Mr. Weasley was busy packing a small suitcase. The twins were frowning as they packed their own things. The only sounds in the house were the rustles of clothes being packed.
Dear Mrs. Molly Weasley,
I regret to inform you that the war with the vampires and vendredeans has had an unpleasant downturn. By sending you this letter I ask for you and your family to pack your bags and come straight to Hogwarts. There are many things to discuss in light of your son Ronald Weasley that I cannot write in this letter. Please don't be frightened for your son; he has taken a very honorable role in this war as his friend (or former) Harry Potter had with the war against Voldemort.
I also ask that you inform your other sons, Charlie, Bill, and Percy to go the safest area they know. Please do this for the sake of your lives.
When you reach Hogwarts go to Dumbledore's Office, another Chosen one and I will be waiting there for you as well at Ron's mates' parents.
Sincerely
Kali Gelar
P.S. If there's a young man who comes to your home and claims to be Ron, don't listen to him, I'll explain later. But if he does come to you while your at home, floo quickly to Hogwarts.
The letter was so bizarre and startling that Mrs. Weasley found herself ordering her family to pack their bags. Her eyes kept running past the line that said that Ron was in an Honorable Role. What role was that? How was he so important in this war? She loved her son dearly but she knew he was never really brave enough to go at war, she witnessed it too.
No, she frowned; remembering about the last letter Ron had sent her, now he sounded so secretive and somehow...sophisticated? No...brave maybe? He frown deepened, if only she could see her son now.
"I can't believe this Kali person didn't tell us what a bloody Vendredean was," Fred complained as he set his suitcase on the floor grumpily, "no one talks about them at the shop anymore."
"It doesn't matter," his father said, laying his suitcase next to Fred's, "Ron'll tell us when we get to Hogwarts anyway."
"Mum, it's a trick," George said, shaking his head, "why else would that P.S. be there? The Kali woman-"
"Or man," his twin interrupted.
"Yeah whatever, is trying to keep us away from Ron, I mean if he says he's Ron and he is Ron then there's something fishy going on."
At that moment there was a knock at the door. Fred looked out the window at the door and saw a young man with blood red hair, pale skin, and mischievous eyes.
"Is that Ron?" Mr. Weasley took off his glasses and wiped them.
"Don't answer it," his wife said immediately, she picked up both suitcases and walked to the fireplace in the living room.
"Molly-"
"Come on everyone."
"Mum have you lost your knut?" Fred exclaimed, he sighed when his mother didn't listen, "I'll get the door."
"Fred Weasley you get over here right now!"
"I'm eighteen, I can make my own decisions-" the door blew open, and he quickly rushed to the fire place, "of course your decision's brilliant!"
They pulled out their wands.
-
"No way," Ron said sternly, "it's too dangerous."
"We know," Harry said calmly, "we were at the attack you know."
Before Ron could say anymore he shut his mouth and looked away, still guilty for leaving them to get killed by the cat eyed creatures.
"Ron," Hermione said, forcing herself to stay calm and not go in an outburst like she had before, "we know we're too weak to fight them, what we meant by help is that is there anything we can do besides stay out of your way."
"Do you have any strong type of metal?" he asked, remembering yesterdays meeting and the main argument over the personal detectors.
"What?" she blinked in surprise, "I-I suppose I can look it up and try to conjure it. Why metal?"
"We need it for detectors."
"Can't you do it with a simple spell or-"
"We need them with us at all times, the ones at Devingston aren't very portable," he could feel Justin staring at him curiously.
"Devingston?" Hermione asked, "what's that?"
"It's like Hogsmeade," he answered shortly, "Harry can we use your map to find escape routes in the school?"
"Only if I'm there to help out," the raven head said with slight indignance, "why are you acting like the school's going to be attacked again?"
"They know we're here. Seeing Ernie and the others gave us away."
"Can't you get other older and more experienced vampires to help?" Hermione asked.
"We talked about it at the meeting," Justin said, sitting on the bench, "but we thought it might get the school to go to even more danger, staying low could make us safer."
"How did you find out about all this anyway?" Ron asked.
"Dumbledore told us. Why didn't you tell us you were a vampire? We could have helped reverse the process or something," Hermione said quickly, her worry more evident.
"I'm glad it happened," he said coolly, "otherwise I would have stayed alone." Justin smiled at him.
"We're sorry about the journal, I'm sorry for slamming it in your face but why didn't you say anything? About what you felt and all," Harry practically yelled.
"Because I knew it would make you angry and it did. I kept everything quiet because I was afraid of..." he trailed off and glared at the ground. A soft warm hand held his gently; he calmed down slightly and gave it a slight squeeze.
Hermione and Harry watched in amazement. The short tempered Weasley had changed so much. They waited in silence before the redhead spoke again.
"Forget it," he said quietly, "it's been done with so let's just forget it ever happened."
"What happened to you Ron?" Hermione quivered, her eyes already shining with unshed tears, "how did you change this quickly?"
Ron looked at her slightly surprised. "I...I uh...wasn't really me at all."
"What are you talking about?"
The redhead sighed; he'd have to start straight from the beginning when it all happened.
-
Wow this chapter felt sooo short and rushed (sweatdrop) eh...the action will really begin in the next chapter, but it's not slash so...yeah (anuda sweatdrop)
Ron: what did Kali mean by 'The Eighth?' O.o
Wp: You'll see... (evil laugh)
Ron: (recoils, disturbed)
Evil Ron: where are you my love!?
Justin: right here! XD
Evil Ron: ...no
Wp: cough up, they didn't shag
Ron: (grumbles and passes money) Review please!
Wp: I'm rich!
Ron: Wtf? It's only five galleons!
Wp:...I'm rich baby!
