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Switch: soz if this wasn't as soon as you'd hoped, I kept getting ideas for other stories which almost gave me writers block for this! O.O even though I already know how to end the story...lol
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Warning: dunno if it's much but there's violence here, it's not too detailed, just thought I should warn yeh though (shrug)
A/N: omg ack! it's like december something and I updated this fic in november something!...was it the 18th? anyway, soz for the delay it's just that I got these two ideas for a series, for the first time I'm gonna write a Percy/Oliver fic, yay for that! Anyway, read on!
Chapter Nineteen: Day Eight: Taken
Before the sun could wake him up, a light shove on his shoulder did the trick. He let out a groan in protest and sank deeper into the covers. The shove came harder so he simply rolled away, throwing the covers over his head.
"Lemme alone," he grumbled.
"Harry, get off that fucking bed now!"
He peered over the covers with a startled face; it was rare to see Hermione swear. Not wanting to get on her bad side he did as he was told.
"Good boy," she waved her wand making the bed make itself, "now take a shower and get dressed, we've got Quidditch."
"Oh right," he immediately looked tired again, "I forgot."
"You will be a good boy and shower won't you? Wouldn't want Draco to see you all dirty in the morning," she said sweetly.
Blushing, he grabbed his clothes from his trunk and took off to the bathroom.
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The clamber of an alarm clock is what awoke one very tired Ron. He turned over and dropped his hand over the small button on the noisy box. Turning over again he reached out for the familiar warm body.
His arm landed heavily on the space on the mattress.
"Hm?" he peered an eye open. Justin wasn't there; instead there was a piece of parchment lying on the pillow.
Yawning tiredly, Ron took the parchment and read what it said.
Gone off to see the game, I tried to wake you earlier but you refused so, sorry. If you wake up from the alarm clock you can still make it!
-J
'Brilliant,' Ron thought sarcastically, looking at the clock. It was almost twelve; yes he could still see the game if he'd take a quick shower, what was with him and the urge to keep a very high hygiene? He took showers nearly three times a day…sometimes.
Sighing, now wide awake, he got out of bed, picked out his clothes and headed towards the bathroom.
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"Another game to lose," Justin said half-cheerfully, "I hope Ron makes it here."
"What's the point in having a team if we vow to always play badly?" John said, leaning back on his seat.
"We don't always play badly, only when it's necessary, we need to save our energy," he leaned back on his seat too, "too bad we decided we'd lose today, I would have liked to see the trophy become ours…for once."
The crowd cheered loudly when both teams walked onto the field; Gryffindor in their fiery read and Hufflepuff in their canary yellow. No matter how much the team argued about the uniforms, they never got black.
Justin looked at his watch, it was already twelve. Biting his lip, he looked towards the exit/entrance, no one was there. He started to tap his foot impatiently.
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Harry took a glance up at the Hufflepuff stands, barely anybody showed up. There was Justin and John but not his red-haired friend. He looked back at the opponents and stepped forward when Hooch said for captains to shake hands.
Hannah stepped forward as well and exchanged a brief handshake with the raven head. Somehow it didn't feel normal now that he knew that they were all vampires. When Harry still thought them as regular witches and wizards, he always pictured them as very kind, slightly gossipy and annoying people.
But when the truth sank in about the whole vampire thing…everything felt like a weird dream. He couldn't look at them the same way without knowing their secret.
What were they really like? The question kept coming up in his head as he stared at each of the Hufflepuff team members, and why did they always have to pretend to play lamely?
"Mount your brooms!" Hooch's voice cut through his thoughts. The teams did so, they hovered lazily upwards as the referee busied her herself with freeing the balls.
Once the quaffle was up in the air, Hermione flew forward and snatched it before Hannah could. Pansy's magnified voice cut through the crowds yells. She finally put her big mouth to good use besides with Hermione, Harry chuckled quietly.
"Hermione passes the quaffle to Longbottom who passes it to Thomas-oh CRAP Macmillan's stole it!" the energetic Slytherin said, her foot on the edge of the wall on the top box where the staff sat behind her. Harry and Hermione silently prayed that she wouldn't get too overexcited and fall off.
Putting that scary thought aside, the raven head scanned the field for the golden glint of the snitch.
"Hey you bitch!" Pansy suddenly yelled, "how dare you try to hit that bludger at Hermione! I swear I'll pound you're fucking mis-"
"Parkinson!" McGonagall yelled. Snape tried to hide his laughter; his lips kept twitching in his attempt.
"Well she did! Anyway, I'll deal with you later Bones…"
"Dear god," sighed Susan, shaking her head as she flew past Harry.
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Kali sat lazily on one of the benches on the Ravenclaw table at the Great Hall; elbow rested on the table with her chin perched on her hand as she slowly stirred her bowl of cereal. Next to her sat the young girl, stuffing her mouth with eggs and bacon.
"I forgot how good these tasted," she sighed through her full mouth.
"Don't choke yourself," chuckled the seer.
"As if!"
"Here they come."
"Who?" she looked towards the doors, "oh."
A group of people walked over to the eating duo, four with red hair, one with blond hair and the other with brown. The redheads seemed more nervous than the other two but that was only because they were still trying to understand the news from yesterday.
"Good morning," Kali greeted them with a smile. The two adults who weren't red haired, rushed over to the girl and hugged tightly her like they had yesterday.
"Wait until Justin sees you," the woman cooed, rubbing away tears from her eyes.
"He'll be very nervous," the girl smiled.
"He'll be very taken." They turned to Kali as she continued eating breakfast.
"What do you mean?" Mr. Finch-Fletchley frowned.
"Well, yesterday I was planning to tell you the news but you were hanging around Atra so much that I never got the news through," she chuckled slightly at the embarrassed parents, "what I mean about Justin being taken is that the vendredeans will come and take him just like my premonition predicted."
"Today's the eighth day!" gasped Mrs. Finch-Fletchley, "we've got to do something," she stood up, "where is he?"
"Sit down Lara there's nothing you can do. He'll be taken, no one can prevent it no matter how much they try. What can be prevented is his burning, the vendredeans will plan on burning him down unless Ron comes and saves him."
"Ron?" Mrs. Weasley spoke, "excuse me-er…Kali, why Ron? Where is he anyway?"
"A safe area," Kali and Atra said in unison.
"And where exactly is that?"
"Can't tell you, it wouldn't make much of a difference if you knew the location or not, you can't get through the barrier," Atra said calmly, taking a gulp of her pumpkin juice.
"Then what's the point of bringing us here?" Fred asked, raising an eyebrow.
"You'll see him soon;" Kali said knowingly, "every mate who's been bonded will stop at nothing to make sure their mate his safe."
"But you said Justin would be taken," Mrs. Finch-Fletchley frowned.
"He will. That's why I told Pomfrey to get everything prepared at the hospital wing."
"What?" the eldest Weasleys said quickly.
"Once Justin is taken then Ron, since he's his mate, wouldn't be in his right mind…he'd be in a kind of fit so to say. Anyway we came here to discuss the prophecy with you."
"You already told us," George muttered grumpily.
"Do you accept that you're brother's practically the key to this whole war then?" Atra asked, raising an elegant eyebrow.
"That's what I don't understand," Mrs. Weasley spoke again, "I've seen Ron fight in the last war, he's not fit for this at all, he's too…er…in a way, afraid, I mean he-"
"He's too nice to kill anyone?" Kali suggested, the plump woman nodded in a way that said 'sort of.'
"Besides, Ron's not much of a fighter," Fred spoke up, "not when it counts for spells and stuff anyway…"
"You'd be surprised," Kali chuckled, taking a spoonful of cereal, "remember, he has improved quite well in his classes."
"I wonder if he'll make Head Boy," Mr. Weasley spoke suddenly, the twins looked disgusted at the idea.
"Don't change the subject dear," his wife patted his hand, "you said there was another person like Ron, that's this girl here right?" she gestured towards Atra.
"Yeah, I'm the messenger from God, and Ron's the messenger from the devil, or just hell at a whole."
"Are you sure you're talking about our Ron? He never said anything about supporting the devil or anything-what?" Mr. Weasley looked from seer to 'angel' in confusion when they burst into a fit of giggles.
"Ron doesn't support the devil!" Atra spoke, still giggling a little, "our kind betrayedthe devilso we were banished here! Honestly, Ron supporting the devil! That's like would-be non-supporters going back to Voldemort!" She ignored the fact that the small Weasley clan flinched at the name.
"Why Ron though?" George asked, "why was he chosen?"
"He was chosen because-" Atra grabbed Kali's arm suddenly, silencing her.
"Because wh-"
"Shh!" the two said quickly before frowning in concentration as if they were listening hard for something.
"They're coming," Atra said in a dead low voice. Her parents tensed in fear.
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The door to the bathroom opened with a slight creak, steam puffed out so thickly that it felt palpable, marking it hard to see the bathroom beyond it. A dark lone figure stepped out calmly, drying his blood red hair with a towel that was quickly getting damp.
Ron looked at the clock, nearly twelve thirty, Justin didn't come back, he still had time. Sitting on his bed, he put on the boots he bought at Sally's Store and grabbed a cloak from his closet.
A flashing red light caught the corner of his eye followed by the alarming beeps that pierced into the silent room. For a second Ron froze, everything stopped looking calm and peaceful, it was almost as if triggered by the alarm that it fell into a doomy state. It triggered his brain as well, bringing up the memory of the letter those many days ago…
He bolted out of the room, not caring that his cloak fell in his dash out of the room.
The lights in the hall were blinking red like they were about to blow out. Ron ran down the hall, feeling slightly dizzy and frustrated at how long it was before he reached the door to the other side.
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"Gryffindor scores! All thanks to my Hermione, love you darling!" Pansy blew a kiss at the blushing brunette.
The game continued, Justin kept glancing at the door, hoping that his mate would finally arrive. The game was going pretty well; at least Hufflepuff wasn't being obvious about losing.
Ernie caught the quaffle and flew towards the goal posts, passing it to Hannah.
John suddenly turned around, giving out a cat-like hiss.
"Uh…John?" Justin watched in confusion as the silver haired boy shot out of his seat and hurried over to the back of the seats to stare out at the forbidden forest with seething anger, "what's wrong?"
"They're here."
"Who?"
"What the hell?" Pansy's magnified voice echoed over the crowds, "the Hufflepuff's have stopped!"
Justin turned back to the game so quickly that his neck cricked. Pansy was right, the whole team stopped moving and were looking where John was looking. Justin followed their gazes and tried to find whatever caught their attention at the forest.
He swallowed nervously.
There was something knocking down or disturbing the trees as if it were walking through the forest. Birds and other creatures were flying off with screeches in their fright to get away from danger. Justin could barely make out the sound of metal clinging together.
The shouts and cheers subsided into low murmurs as the students watched the Hufflepuffs curiously. "Uh…guys? We got a game to finish here!" Pansy called out, she looked back at the staff and shrugged, not knowing what else to do.
"I think it's time to call off the game," Dumbledore frowned, standing up from his seat.
"Ok…looks like the games over…weird game, that was…erm…have a nice day?" She looked back at the headmaster for further instructions.
"Don't let anyone leave!" Hannah shouted, flying over to them with speed she never revealed in the game, "put guards up in all the exits, they're here they're bloody here!"
"Minerva," Dumbledore looked over to the deputy head who nodded and hurried out of the top box, he pointed his wand at his throat, "sonorus," he murmured, "everyone stay where you are!" he commanded through his now magnified voice.
The murmurs grew again as the moving crowd stopped and turned back to their seats in confusion.
Hannah and the other team flew over towards the Hufflepuff stands and waited at the edge with baited breathes.
The door to the exit/entrance burst open and a huffing redhead stumbled in.
"Ron!" Justin rushed over to his panting mate, to his surprise the redhead pulled him into an embrace, "how did you get here?"
"I came through Sprouts door at Hogwarts, I thought they took you," his muffled voice said through the crook of his neck.
"Wha-"
"It's the eighth day."
"The ei…oh shit!" he pulled away and looked back towards the forbidden forest. The movement there stopped, it looked too calm to have been undisturbed, and there was that line of tumbled trees in the middle.
The metal noises stopped as well.
Zacharias tentatively moved forward to look down the edge. There was the sound of something similar to a knife slicing through a piece of meat accompanied by a choking sound. Susan screamed in horror as the blade protruding from Hufflepuff's back was pulled out just as quickly leaving Zacharias to stumble back, clutching his stomach and stumbling over the benches.
The murmurs around the stadium turned to screams. Harry pulled out his wand and made his way over to the Hufflepuffs.
"Stay away!" Hannah yelled frantically, pulling out her own wand, "it's too dangerous!"
"It's the same for you!" he yelled back, pointing to the wounded Zacharias. To half of his surprise, the blond stood up, his uniform bloody from where the blade hit, but otherwise, he looked fine.
"If you want to help then get everyone out of here, vendredeans can't fly or jump so high," Hannah growled, still clutching her wand.
"Fine," he tried to stay calm. He looked over at Ron and Justin, they were looking at where Zacharias was hurt. He could tell that they were ready for a fight…they could take care of themselves…right? After all they were vampires.
Swallowing, he flew over to the Slytherin stands, Draco looked up at him with worry. "What the hell is going on!?" he demanded shakily.
"I'll explain later, climb on we need to get your team your brooms, we need to fly everyone over to Hogwarts," he landed next to his boyfriend, making room for him to hop on.
"Harry what's going on?" Hermione asked fearfully, for a second her old fear of flying crept over her, brushing it away as best as she could, she gripped the handle of her broom tightly, she didn't like hovering at the same spot too long.
"Get the Ravenclaws brooms and tell them to fly everyone to Hogwarts," the raven head instructed. Nodding without question, the female Gryffindor flew down towards the side of the field wear the broom shed was located.
Ron gulped nervously, one hand clutching his wand while the other held Justin's hand. With his wand ahead of him he inched toward the edge more carefully than Zacharias had. He jumped back when a hand suddenly slammed onto the edge.
Pulling himself up, a tall and slim figure jumped and landed gracefully at the very edge of the Hufflepuff's stands, his silver green hair blowing in the wind. "Dui'na tad!(1)" he yelled, one of his arms becoming a sharp blade.
All of the sudden, as if it were some sort of horror movie, a number of other vendredeans crawled from their hiding spots, it was hard to tell their crawling from a cat or a spider, either way it scared the crap out of Ron. He moved forward, shielding Justin.
The first vendredean looked at Justin and looked mildly interested. "Ru trai…hironai…(2)" It became clear that he didn't speak English.
"Traitor!?" a female vendredean looked over at Justin too, "I see," she grinned, her nails elongated and became metal.
"Pertrificus totalus!" Ron yelled, aiming his wand at the woman. The spell hit her but didn't affect her. She jumped over with her long nails reaching out to strike. Before she could even swing her knife-like nails she was stopped in mid-air when a blade pierced through her side.
John swung her body over to the few vendredeans standing on the edge. The woman's body flung off and crashed into them, sending them over. John's blade morphed back into an arm now stained with purple blood.
Before anyone could comprehend what happened the rest of the vendredeans began to attack.
-
Crystal clear wings burst out of Atra's back, fluttering lightly and sending off warm gusts of air. Kali grab hold of her arm before she could take off flying. "Atra fight back, don't let it take over you," she commanded in a demanding voice.
The young girl's eye's kept switching back from brown to blow, her breathing became raspy as she fought for control over her mind.
"What's going on," her parents rushed over to her.
"Remember when I said Atra's a messenger from God?" Kali said, pushing Atra to sit down. Mr. and Mrs. Finch-Fletchley nodded, "well she can't fight now, only when her time comes at the end. This is happening to her because she's got vampire blood in her, it's trying to take over her."
"Mum! Dad!" Fred and George rushed back into the Great Hall, "Ron's out there! We saw him go to the Quidditch field!"
"What!?" Mrs. Weasley yelled, rushing over to the nearest window that showed the Quidditch pitch.
"We have to stay here," Kali said, trying to keep calm herself, "we're too weak to fight against Vendredean's only vampires can figh-"
The doors slamming made everyone jump. The seer looked around and sighed, the Finch-Fletchley's were gone.
"I can't stay here and see my own son get killed by these things!" Mr. Weasley pulled out his wand and made his way to the doors.
"He's far better off than you," Kali grabbed his arm, pulling him back with great strength; "you must understand that he's a vampire now, he's a lot stronger than he used to be!"
"I know that! But that is an army out there and he's only one person!"
"All the Hufflepuffs are vampires! They'll protect each other with their lives, if you go out there you'll be dead the second they spot you. Most spells and hexes don't affect Vendredeans."
"I don't care!"
"Then care about how Ron will feel when he finds out his father got himselfkilled!"
Mr. Weasley grudgingly stayed put. Seeing that he wasn't going to leave, Kali turned back to the shivering Atra, she was back in control, her wings were gone at least.
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A metal fist swung straight at his face like a bullet. Ron dodged it and swung his own fist at the vendredean's stomach. It didn't have much of an affect though.
The metal fist became a blade, it flew down at him, he moved away quickly and only got his arm sliced slightly. Remembering his training, he jumped and kicked the vendredean from the side of his head so violent and sharply that to his disgust, the head flew off.
Turning away from the horrid sight of the body falling down he moved aside just in time. Another vendredean tried to strike him with a blade, except this one had sharp points that seemed to be spinning.
'Crap!' Ron paled. The man with the strange blade for an arm was kicked aside by Hannah. He stumbled and fell off the edge into the Quidditch field. "Thanks," Ron breathed out, realizing the sweat pouring down his face.
"Let me go!" came a shout before Hannah could respond to the thanks. They turned to the yell and saw two vendredean's taking hold of Justin as they took large steps to the edge, "let go of me!" the vampire yelled, kicking and flailing.
"No!" Ron shouted, it was too soon for this to happen, not now, not here! He jumped over the bleachers and grabbed one of the vendredean's from behind, pulling him back so that Justin could free himself faster.
"Nori gare!(3)" yelled the other vendredean distractedly. The one that Ron was holding flipped backwards over Ron and grabbed him from the neck with one arm. His other arm turned into a strange blade with many long sharp points. Without hesitation he stabbed Ron on the stomach, the redhead let out a choke, something started crawling up his throat, spilling out from his mouth. His killer twisted the blade in him and he screamed in pain, spilling out more blood from his mouth.
"No stop!" Justin yelled, struggling harder. He was so stuck in his shock and horror that he didn't even notice the tears pouring from his eyes. Something hard hit the side of his head, knocking him into unconsciousness.
The blade was pulled out and he collapsed. His blood stained the wooden bleacher he was on. Looking up shakily he saw the two vendredeans holding Justin, jump, disappearing. The other cat-like creatures followed suit.
"No…" Ron trembled, standing up on his shaky legs. He gripped his stomach where he felt the wounds healing, "Justin…" he walked over to the edge and jumped as well.
His stomach was fully healed before he landed on the ground. A new kind of energy flared up in him and he took off at a run, chasing after the disappearing creatures to the Forbidden Forest.
"Justin!" he shouted, running faster up to an abnormal speed even for a vampire. His whole eyes turned a shade of red, practically spilling anger.
He jumped just like the vendredeans and landed on one, sending them down harshly onto the ground. Ron repeated the same process until he reached Justin and his captors.
After jumping from one vendredean he headed straight towards the one that tried to kill him and twisted around, sending his leg over and kicking him aside with so much force that his attempted murderer smashed against a tree.
The last vendredean stared, paralyzed as Ron flung his fist at him and punched his head off. Once he fell, the furious redhead relaxed quickly and leaned down to his unconscious mate. He realized now that he was breathing quickly and that his muscles felt very weak. Holding Justin close to him he started to lift him up, not noticing the watching eyes of a number of creatures hidden behind trees and bushes.
Before he knew it, a rock hit his head, knocking him off balance to the ground into unconsciousness.
Vendredean
1. Dui'na tad: They're here
2. Ru trai…hironai…: the traitor…interesting…
3. Nori gare: kill him
I wanted to write more but it's getting late and my parents are getting pissed T.T the explanation on how the Weasley's escaped Evil Ron will come up in the next chapter, for those who are confused at their sudden appearance in this chappy
Evil Ron: When the hell am I gonna come up in this fucking story!?
Wp: Soon my little demon, real soon
Evil Ron: Oh really, like when?
Wp: Like at the end of the story!
Evil Ron: (twitches eye) say that again?
Wp: Er…the next…chappy?
Evil Ron: Good girl (pats head)
Wp: (grumble)
Ron: man…I think you over did the violence a bit (sweatdrop)
Evil Ron: Ronny! My love!!! :)
Ron: AHHH!!!! (hides behind Justin)
Wp and Atra: AWWWWW!
Evil Ron: O.O (looks at Atra) where'd she come from?"
Atra: The door, duh!
Evil Ron: Fucking bitch…
Justin: whatever, Ron's right; I think the violence was a bit too long
Wp: no kidding, it was a bitch writing that part, I wanted to get to the end where you get kidnapped…I think I rushed the beginning a little (shrugs) oh well…
Justin: I have a question
Wp: shoot
Justin: how the hell did John get a metal morphing arm?
Wp: uh…you'll find out later!
Atra: review please!
