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Chapter Twenty: John's Secret


He was gone.

Ron could feel it; the gaping whole in him, sucking every feeling into despair without a trace of pity. He was gone and he wanted to die.

His eyes were closed but his sensitive ears could pick up the hushed conversations around him.

"He's been taken."

"What are they going to do to him!?"

"I should have done something."

"It's too late now; we can only prevent what will happen to him in his capture."

As if triggered by the last voice, a fury burned through Ron, springing lightening in him.Snapping his eyes openhefaced the person who had spoken. "You!" he shouted, reaching out to her with an intention of strangling her, "it's all your fault!"

Two pairs of hands grabbed him from behind but he didn't care, he was seeing red now, he was raging in his anger, in his sorrow for losing the one thing that made him feel so happy.

"He could have been saved!" he cried, his voice wavering slightly as the lump in his throat grew, "his capture could have been prevented!"

"Ron calm down!" he faintly heard Hermione's voice, "please!"

"Get away from me!" he pulled away from the hands holding him. Harry and Hermione let go and looked at the others for help, "we could have saved him," Ron whimpered, his eyes on the brink of spilling out the tears he tried so hard to keep back for years.

"And we still can," Kali said calmly, though she looked a bit disheveled from Ron trying to attack her.

"I've got to find him," he leaped out of bed but madam Pomfrey pulled him back in bed, "LET ME GO!"

"Mister Weasley you must stay in bed and calm down! We don't even know where the vendredean's are at the moment!" the nurses voice boomed.

"No!" he still resisted, "I'll find him! I know his scent, LET GO OF ME YOU'VE NO RIGHT!"

His family watched close by, unable to know or understand completely what was happening. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were in a state of shock, pale with worry. This was their son?

"Weasley drink this," Pomfrey said, holding Ron down with one hand and holding a potion on the other.

"Get that away from me!" the redhead growled, knocking the goblet out of her hand and spitting out some that landed in his mouth.

"Mister Weasley!" fumed the outraged nurse. The vampire didn't seem to hear; he was already jumping out of bed and running to the door.

He needed to find Justin, he had to save him, he couldn't live without him he'd just die.

Just when his finger tips touched the doorknob he was pulled back by two arms wrapping around his waist. He let out a cry of frustration, didn't these people understand? Justin needed to be saved!

"I know," his capturer said in his ear, "he needs to be saved but you can't do it alone."

"No let go," Ron raged on, arms still reaching out to the door he was being pulled away from. He tried to kick the person and escape but he was unusually strong, like he was made of metal, "let go!" he screamed, trying to pry the arms off his waist.

"Here," Pomfrey came back with another goblet, "Weasley you need rest."

"No I don't!" he knocked the goblet away again; it smashed against the wall, pouring the purple potion down and staining the off-white walls.

"Mister Serene please hold him down," sighed the nurse.

"NO!" Ron shouted as he was flung down onto a bed, "I need to get to Justin!" he yelled out, his voice shaking more that before.

"You will," John said, "I can help you find out where he is." It didn't seem to calm Ron at all, now he had his fangs exposed.

"Take me to him!" the redhead commanded, "tell me where he is!" Pomfrey pulled up his sleeve and he reacted by pulling away, "what are you doing!?"

"Enough!" she pulled out her wand, "immobulus!" A jet of light ignited from the tip of her wand, hitting Ron square on the chest. His muscles decided to go against his wishes and freeze, leaving him stuck in an immobile position.

John let go of him and took a step back while Pomfrey pulled something else from her pocket. Ron watched in horror when he saw the needle in her hand. She put the needle in the bottle of potion and sucked up some of the liquid inside; she pointed the needle to the ceiling and pushed out any air bubbles in it.

He tried as hard as he could to get his muscles back to work. 'Move!' he shouted in his head, 'move!' His breathing quickened when the nurse pulled up his sleeve and dabbed a damp cloth on his forearm. 'No…Justin…'

His face came up and it gave him energy.

Pomfrey pointed the needle to the pale skin without hesitation but before she could even pierce it, Ron's body became alive again and he moved out of the way just in time. He ran towards the door again, frantic to get to the other side.

More hands grabbed him again, pulling him back to the bed.They pinned his legs and feet, while others pinned his shoulders and arms. "JUSTIN!"

Tears were pouring, burning his cheeks, but it wasn't as painful as the ache on his back. His shoulder blades felt like they were on fire and planning to move out, they jutted and shuttered causing the redhead to cry out in pain.

Caught by surprise, everyone's hold on him weakened enough for him to sit up, still crying and screaming from the burning on his back.

They watched in shock as black sparks of light started bursting out from Ron's back, there was something poking there too, on the right side. Harry flung back when something burst open from his friends' back.

There was the sound of clothing being torn, the cracking of bones, and gentle flapping all at once. "Justin…" Ron whimpered out again, tears running down his cheeks like it could go on forever, "no don't!" he recoiled when everyone made to grab him again, "I want Justin, leave me alone."

"It's all going to be alright," Pomfrey said soothingly, still holding the needle. She gently grabbed his arm but the vampire pulled away again.

"No it won't! He'll be burned!" he wept, "I need to find him!" he made to get out of the bed again but Pomfrey made no hesitation this time. She tightened her grip on his arm and injected the potion in a vein on his arm. Ron gave out another cry from the pierce but he continued to push away from the group that grabbed him again.

Something was happening. His eyelids felt heavy, and his muscles were becoming lax again, his head felt stuffed and heavy, and his vision was getting in and out of focus. He tried to hold on, to try to stay awake, he needed to find Justin.

And then he found himself wondering who Justin was, who he himself was. Who was he? What was his name again?

Memories started slipping away faster and faster as his eye lids drooped lower. Why did he not want to go to sleep? What was so important that sleep was the last thing on his mind? He closed his eyes, his body falling back heavily. The last repeating question that ran through him before he welcomed darkness was, who was he?

-

The group stepped back when Pomfrey settled the sleeping vampire into a more comfortable position on the bed, on his stomach since the large single black wing on his right shoulder blade was still there. Pulling the covers over him she sighed and shook her head. "I assume he and Justin have bonded?" she turned to Hannah and Ernie. The two Hufflepuffs nodded quietly, "this is certainly not going well," she shook her head again.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked worriedly.

The nurse looked at him sympathetically, "if we don't find Justin soon then Ron will end up in a state of…insanity, every vampire goes through that if they lose a mate…or they just die."

"What!?" Mrs. Weasley screamed; her face paler than before.

"Well I'm not an expert in all this so I might be wrong. We still need to find Justin. Headmaster what do you think we should do?" the nurse looked at the aged man.

Surprisingly there was a twinkle in his eye. "I think our answer's right here," he said, turning to John who for the first time, looked tense.

"Now?" he said a little angrily. Dumbledore nodded, the twinkle in his eyes doubling, "fucking moron," the silver haired boy muttered darkly.

"What's going on?" Hannah asked, looking from John to the headmaster.

"Nothing," John said a little too quickly.

"He's half vendredean."

"Ernie!"

"Well they would have found out sooner or later," the Hufflepuff defended.

"You're a WHAT!?" screamed Hannah, jumping off her seat.

"Half vendredean," murmured the pale boy.

"You mean all this time you…how could you…I trusted…ARGH! I am gonna tear you limb from limb!" she marched over to him, arms reaching out with the itch to kill.

"I said I'm only HALF! Not full blooded!" it was strange to hear John shout, not even, it looked all out weird, his hair was getting ruffled up and there was a pink tinge on his cheeks. His shouting would have put even the toughest person to cower, which was why Hannah stopped in her tracks.

"Then what's the other half?"

"Obviously, vampire," Ernie said dully.

"And you kept it a secret too!" Hannah rounded on him, "why!?"

"To keep you from reacting the way you are now," John answered. At this Hannah tried to relax, a slight blush rising on her cheeks, "it doesn't matter what I am, I can get us to Justin-"

"How?"

"I'll tell you if you stop interrupting," he crossed his arms, glaring at Hannah. They both had a staring contest before calming down, "I have a cousin in the vendredeans hiding spot, Justin would most likely be taken there," he sighed and sat down on a nearby bed. Now for the other explanation, "my name's not even John. It's Zener Twelve, you can keep calling me John if you want."

It made sense, Hannah realized, John had the silver hair, sharp features, he was tall, and almost catlike. It also explained why he could read minds. It still made her angry, more at herself for not noticing this.

She swiftly pointed her wand to John; he looked up to looking unsurprised, "Anything else?"

"Well, I'm not actually the descendant of Isarius Tralar," he frowned at the wand, "put your wand away."

"Who do you work for?" she didn't move her wand.

"No one!" he looked insulted at the thought, "just because I've got some vendredean blood in me doesn't mea-"

"What about your cousin? Does he really exist?"

"Yes, I've been talking to him through a mirror phone!"

"Is he on our side?"

"Yes, now point your fucking wand away," he said through gritted teeth.

"Why did they take Justin?"

"How should I know? I don't work for them!"

"Did you ask your cousin?"

"He's just a watcher! Point your want AWAY!"

"Are one of your parents a vampire or were you turned?"

"I turned him," Ernie said, his own wand aiming at Hannah, "he asked nicely, point your wand away."

-

"Can you believe it?" Ginny shook her head, sipping her hot cocoa, "an attack right there in brood daylight. What were those things?"

"Vendredeans," Draco answered, fingering the rim of his mug thoughtfully.

"Vend-what?" Ginny raised an eyebrow.

"Ginny why aren't you in the infirmary?" Pansy asked lightly.

"Because I'm not sick or injured," she looked at both Slytherin's suspiciously, "what's going on? Why'd you call them vendre-whatevers?"

"That's what they are," Draco shrugged, "Dumbledore told me, but Harry explained more after he spoke with Ron."

"They're speaking again?" Ginny blinked, surprised.

"We all are," Pansy looked at the red haired girl, surprised as well, "I thought Hermione and Harry told you."

"We barely talk anymore; I guess it's because of all the school work, what with me and my O.W.L.s," she shook her head, "so what's going on?"

"Ron should tell you," Draco drank his coffee, "but what I can say is that vendredeans are creatures from hell, they want apocalypse and everything. From what I know they're at war with the vampires."

"But I never saw it on the Prophet, and dad's never said a word."

"That's because they're both secret races, they're not public to the world, just themselves," Pansy said, standing up, "we don't know because we never bother to look into wars that don't concern us, which is pretty much stupid since the world could end up in us dying if the vampires lose."

"What? I did not understand a bloody word…apocalypse? Have you taken your medication?" Ginny laughed.

"Come on," Draco stood up as well, "let's go visit Ron."

"I don't think he wants to see me."

"Scared Weaslette?" the Slytherin blond teased.

"Kind of. Yeah."

-

Why was everything so foggy?

Ron looked around but all he could see was thick mist. There were blurred colors at the background, but no matter how fast he ran towards it, it never seemed to get any closer, just farther away.

"Wait!" he yelled at one point, reaching out with his hands, "stop!" the blurred shapes ignored him. Soon the colors faded away, dulling out to match the grayness of the fog, "no," he looked around for any sign of color. Nothing.

"Ronald Weasley."

His ears perked at the voice, he looked around for the source but it was all smog, there wasn't even a shadow. "Wh-who?" he said shakily.

"Messenger of Hell."

"What?" he gaped, looking up. The voice seemed so strong and powerful he figured the voice came from above him. When he had looked up though, there were swirls of color, like moving pictures' dancing together so quickly they were all blurs, "who are you?"

"That's not important now. You need to wake up. Remember."

"Remember what?" he asked faintly, entranced by the colors.

"Justin."

"Justin…" he repeated quietly, getting dizzy by the spinning colors.

"Remember the mission," the voice started fading away.

"Justin…" Ron said again. Voices started echoing everywhere.

"Not that I didn't like it, but why'd you kiss me?"

"Let go of my mate!"

"What reason?"

"Hello?" Ron called out uncertainly, knocking out of his stupor from the colors, "what am I supposed to remember?" he frowned in confusion.

"Mind if I sit here?"

"Of course. That's why I asked if you wanted to come with me and Hannah that day in Hogsmeade."

"Hogsmeade?" the name sent a flicker of familiarity in Ron but he was still confused.

"What did I say? Family."

"I didn't mean to kill her! I never wanted to I just lost control! I was nine I was weak!"

"Kill who?" the redhead paled.

"Ron?"

"Is that my name?" he looked around, "hello?"

"I love you."

-

Mrs. Weasley sat playing with her hands nervously, watching over her sleeping son. Everything had come so quickly, the attack at the Burrow, learning about Ron's prophecy, the attack at the Quidditch game, seeing Ron for the first time as a vampire and throwing a fit over finding his mate, and then this big black wing suddenly has to burst out of his back.

Everyone seemed to understand her stress so they left her alone, sitting in a different area in the hospital wing discussing quietly.

"Oh Ron," she quivered, burying her face in her hands, "what's happened to you."

"Justin…"

She looked at her son and saw him stir, gripping the sheets so tightly they were beginning to rip.

"Justin I…" there was an audible sound of the sheets tearing, "I love you."


Ok so I didn't get to explaining how the Weasley's escaped from Evil Ron's clutches but-

Evil Ron: But once again you have neglected to mention me! You whore!

Wp: Dear god (sigh) look, I'm sorry, I'll try and stick you in the next one

Evil Ron: The next one, the next one, it's always the NEXT one! (pouts) I just want to bitch slap you so badly!

Wp: You wouldn't dare! Anyway…I'm not really happy with this chapter, it felt rushed in some parts and kind of half-hearted T.T I'll need to explain more about John's secret. Urgh this chappy felt so sloppy...

John: What secret?

Ernie: Oh the one where you have an incredibly extended sex life-

John: I do not! (blushing)

Ernie: I meant with me!

Wp: er…right, that's not the secret anyway. So (claps hands) list of things to do:

1. Explain Weasleys escape

2. Find out what happened to Justin

3. More about the black wing Ron got

4. Include Evil Ron

5. Do the chapter SOONER!

That's about right :)

Evil Ron: You'd better get me in that bloody chapter

Wp: Aw don't worry, besides Ron and Justin you're the biggest character in the story!

Evil Ron: Then put me in the fucking chapters already!

Wp: Review please! (runs away from Evil Ron, chasing her with an ax)