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Nightlit: John was a full vendredean and then Ernie turned him, I never really explained it but vendredeans and vampire and nearly equal so he ended up being half vendredean and half vampire. As for the Hufflepuffs not reacting to Voldemorts attacks...oopsy (sweatdrop) I guess I'll make this a lil AU from that x.x about Harry and Hermione doing the against all odds, they'll be doing that here so...yeah...and the war with Voldemort's over in this fic, I thought I mentioned that O.O oh well...er now you know, thanks for reviewing!

A/N: guys...I had an accident with my elbow and chair but oddly since the pain went to my hand...my hand's working like a charm! Soz for the lateness on this chappy, I was so caught up in reading, I got two comic books (manga) called Only the Ring Finger Knows and Selfish Love, they both rock, I'm in love with both of them, you should read it, I beg you to!

WARNING!: There's gonna be some character deaths but DON'T hit the back button it'll all turn out good in the end I promise! (kisses crossed fingers)


Chapter Twenty Three: Wish
Neville, Dean and a confused Seamus ran down the abandoned corridors towards the Hospital Wing, cleverly avoiding a passing professor and even Peeves who was goofing around close by.

"What the bloody hell is all this about?" Seamus panted as the hospital wing started to come into view.

"The diary!" Neville answered, panting as well, "Ron's journal! It must've…come from…the same…seller!"

"…WHAT?"

Dean slammed the door open. "Ron!" he shouted.

The three stood frozen on the spot as they watched Ron and a few other Hufflepuffs jump down what seemed to be a large trap door in the middle of the wing. Once they were all gone, Pomfrey closed the trap door and sighed before snapping her head up to the three Gryffindors.

"What are you doing here?" she questioned sharply.

"We came to see Ron," Neville answered, still out of breath, "it's about the journal!"

"What about it?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.

"It's-look," he fumbled through the Daily Prophet, "there's an ad here somewhere-yes! See look!" he handed the paper to Harry and Hermione, everyone else looked on curiously.

"This is for that new store in Hogsmeade," Hermione frowned, reading the ad, "so?" she looked up at them.

"They sell journals that inspire the writer," Dean said in a rush. Hermione was supposed to be smart! How could she not get it? "Didn't Ron tell you where he bought his journal?"

"Hogsmeade," Harry answered slowly, remembering the day he first saw the damned journal, "he told me that the seller said it was like a best friend…"

"This feels like déjà vu," Ginny murmured suddenly, "we'd better get to Hogsmeade then! It's the least we can do for Ron."

"But those…things…" Hermione glanced at the broken window fearfully.

"So what?" the redhead exploded, "I can't stand sitting around not doing anything because I'm not strong enough to fight!"

The brunette didn't answer as she looked at the Prophet guiltily. She looked up when Pansy put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Let's go then."

"Right!" Sally clapped her hands, "before we all start crying," she dug through her half full suitcase, "put these on, I brought them just in case any other Hufflepuff wanted to fight but since you guys are so determined and can't get the ants out your pants, put 'em on," she threw them a large bundle of clothes.

"Who is she?" Neville asked quietly.

-

Ron walked quietly behind John as he led the way to in the underground passageway. If he had known about this passage then he would have already gone after Justin...as well as have a few adventures…

Someone tapped his arm gently. "Think we'll get there in time?" Hannah whispered.

"I hope," the red head answered glumly, trying not to picture Justin in flames.

"At least your parents finally let you come with us."

"Yeah," he smiled slightly at the memory.

"Ron can't go," Mrs. Weasley said firmly, "I'm his mother and I still hold some control over him."

"Molly, he's not a little boy anymore," Kali said calmly, "he's not even human for that matter."

"But he's my son!" her voice quivered.

"Yes, and he's got a prophecy to complete, including Atra," she put a hand on the little girl's shoulder.

"Molly," Mr. Weasley said, "she's right you know, Ron's got his own responsibilities to take care of."

"He's my son, my son, I can't just let him go like this, what if he gets killed?" she sobbed before turning to the Finch- Fletchleys, "and how can you let your daughter go like this?"

"We don't want to," Mrs. Finch-Fletchley answered, "but we have to."

"Nearly there," John muttered, as they began to reach a dead end.

"Really?" Susan raised her eyebrows, "were the Vendredeans really that close?"

"No," the silver haired boy answered, "we're just about to leave the passage, then we'll go to where my cousin instructed me to go."

"Oh…" she frowned, "right, the angels…you know I don't know why they're still after us, we turned our backs on hell so why won't they bloody leave us alone?" she relaxed when Zacharias held her hand, "it's just not fair…"

There was a silence; the only sound was the soft patter of their shoes hitting the ground. Ron stared ahead, his eyes set hard on the mission.

'Please hang on Justin,' kept running through his head. He felt this was all his fault. He should have been able to stop those vendredeans! Why did he let his guard down?

He looked down at Atra, she looked confident, standing tall with her head held high, and there was that feeling of immense power around her. Ron looked away, how did she feel about all this? After all she was Justin's sister.

"Sally really outdid herself," Hannah said under her breath as she looked through her clothes, "she should work for those people who make war attires or something."

Ron looked down at the clothes Sally had given them, they were plain and black, but what they hid definitely made them have the advantage.

The boys were wearing matching black pants, shirts and cloaks. The pants were a little loose, there were straps on the sides for guns and knives, and the expertly disguised belts were stuffed with a bunch of bullets, and tiny containers. The shirts were long sleeved and loose, inside the sleeves were daggers that were strapped carefully to their arms so that they were pulled out in a swift swish of the arm, the buttons themselves carried explosives, once it was ripped out and thrown, it would explode. The shirts underneath were their protective shield, the same for the pants, and the boots had spare guns and daggers plus four extra bullets.

The girls were almost the same except their boots were a bit higher healed and their shirts and pants were a little tighter.

They all had cloaks to hide what they were wearing and hoods to cover their heads like a helmet. The cloaks also had a protection shield as well as have a few extra liquid explosives stored in small bottles inside the pockets on the inside, and their gloves, though light, were as powerful as the toughest metal if they used them in a fight.

"Magic barely works with these guys," Sally said as she and Kali busied themselves with gearing them all up, "so I say, why not use the old fashioned good old muggle way?"

"Will it work?" Zacharias asked, eyeing the small bottles being pocketed inside his cloak.

"Of course," Kali said, making her small box big and emptying out all of the guns that were inside. A few people who knew about them gasped while others looked on curiously, "I used to work as one of those scientists who make guns and stuff for muggle spies, pretty convenient eh? Now if any of these explosives explode on you, you won't be harmed but the vendredeans will."

John swung a fist to the low ceiling, earth rained down on them as a trapdoor blasted open. It was almost dark outside. "Come on," John ordered as he jumped up, landing perfectly outside. Everyone else followed and looked around. According to the large trees and the air of forbiddance surrounding them, they were in the Forbidden Forest.

"Now what?" Ernie asked, looking at John expectantly. The half vendredean looked at a piece of parchment in his hand.

"This way," he folded the paper before walking towards the largest tree. Everyone watched as he stepped on the large knot of roots in a strange pattern.

"What the hell are you doing?" Ernie said in a slow and stunned voice.

John stepped off the roots and stared at the tree. A few leaves fluttered down and landed in the same roots that John stepped on. Everyone watched in fascination as the leaves started turning like keys. With a loud and low creak, the bark on the trunk parted away like a door, revealing a stairway downwards.

"So they really were close," Susan breathed.

"No," Atra frowned, eyeing the staircase, "this passage leads all the way towards London." Everyone gaped at her, "I can feel it," she said simply before following John down the stairs.

"We'd better take it at a run," Ron said. London wasn't that far was it?

-

"What are you still doing here?" growled Ron's double, returning to the Pillar room.

The creatures looked at him with the same expressionless wide eyes, "there's no need to bring him here he's already coming," one answered.

"What do you mean?" he instantly stopped fuming.

"He's coming here, to free him," they all looked over at Justin who was still hanging from the cross.

"Really?" the clone flew up to the vampire, snatching his chin in a tight grip, "it's too bad I can't kill you now, what with the vendredeans wanting to know the reason."

"What?" Justin said weakly, the veins injected in him seemed to be weakening him; he was beginning to realize that now.

"The reason of your betrayal," he answered in a mock kind tone, "the betrayal of your ancestor, Isarius Tralar." He slapped him fiercely but Justin barely felt it, his head felt so stuffy. He vaguely watched as the white winged clone disappeared again.

"Stay awake," a deep voice said against his ear, "don't let it control you."

"Con…trol…?" his eyes began to droop heavily.

"The veins," said the being, "it contains our blood, the vendredeans are using it to break through your subconscious and find the reason."

"Reason…?" he forced himself to stay awake.

"For the vamperic revolution."

"Free me…please…" he moved but the veins warmed up, weakening him. Maybe Eiterthatarus shouldn't have put that powder on him.

"We can't," the creature said, a flicker of sadness passed through its eyes, "we'll have hearts if we touch the veins."

Justin looked at them with his drooping eyes; they were all around him, looking at him with those big colorless eyes. "What do you…hearts?"

"We only live when the war of Heaven and Hell becomes corporal, we don't have hearts to live by," another explained, "we exist by mistake, a slip in the translation created us. When the war is invisible again, we disappear as well. We don't wish to exist, we were never meant to, that is why we can't touch the veins, touching our own blood that's concealed in veins such as these will give us hearts."

"You said…you'd follow my orders," he moved again in hopes of getting a little free.

"We follow commands that will not give us life."

He closed his eyes in defeat, ready to accept darkness's big old blanket.

A pair of cold lips feathered over his own and he felt a freezing mist enter into his mouth, spreading to his lungs and brain, strengthening his muscles. Justin woke up gasping, the weakness quickly seeping away. He looked at the creatures in shock; they all gave him small smiles.

"Don't move the veins or you'll weaken more," they warned.

-

"AHHH!" Hermione screamed, ducking from an oncoming arrow, nearly knocking Ginny off his feet, "oh god, I can't do this," she whispered hysterically, taking a few steps back as the black arrow hit a cat, it melted in black gunk earning gasps of horror from the group, "I'll go back-I'm sorry I can't," the bushy brunette whimpered, backing up to Pansy.

"It's ok we're almost there," Pansy tried to sooth her, though she was dead scared as well. These clothes might protect their bodies, but it still didn't help since it didn't feel very protective.

"At least we didn't have to walk here, what with taking that nifty underground tunnel at Honeydukes," Draco jumped away from a golden arrow, "and here I thought angels were our guardians!" He stopped arguing when he saw that the arrow actually hit something invisible. It became visible and before it was turned to stone, they could see it was a white creature that was a cross between bat and man, almost like Dracula not fully transformed into his bat form.

"C'mon," Harry said, looking away, "we have to stick close to-IMOBULUS!" he suddenly shouted, pointing his wand behind Pansy who froze in shock and fear.

Turning around, the Slytherin saw a black arrow suspended in the air. Swallowing, she gave the raven head a shaky thanks. They continued their journey through the half ruined town of Hogsmeade.

Everything was getting destroyed. The store owners that were pretty much trapped kept putting up shielding spells around their stores in a feeble attempt to keep themselves safe while the people outside tried hiding in alleys or begging the store owners to let them in.

There was rubble everywhere, upturned carts, smashed windows, pieces of wood falling all over the place; it was a nightmare, like the end of the world. The only thing that seemed untouched was the small water fountain in the middle of the street that had a statue of an angel in the middle spurting out water by its open hands and strangely, its eyes.

"I'm sorry," Hermione sniffed, holding tightly to Pansy's arms, "I don't know why I'm so scared," she roughly rubbed her eyes.

"We're scared too, don't worry," her girlfriend soothed, her voice trembling.

"What's the address again?" Harry asked, looking around for another oncoming arrow. Draco hurriedly looked at the ad but someone else beat him to the answer.

"Here," Ginny said, looking up at the store they were standing in front of. The others looked up at the store and saw a sign over the door with the name of the store, Writers Block. On the display glass there were diaries of different kinds of sizes and styles, one of which looked exactly like Ron's.

Harry took a step towards the door only to suddenly stumble back as if he hit wall. "Damn!" he muttered, seeing that it was a shielding spell, he pulled out his wand, "finite incantatem!"

The group ran inside the store.

It seemed oddly empty. There were journals scattered on the floor, quills lay broken everywhere, ink was broken and spilled.

"We're too late," Draco paled, looking behind the cash register. Harry hurried over, confused until he spotted a large black puddle of gunk on the wooden floor, a black arrow glistened in the puddle against the light.

"This guy must have left something behind," the raven head muttered, looking away before he'd actually get sick. He glanced back at Draco before grabbing his shoulder, "what the hell are you doing?" for the blond had kneeled down to the puddle.

Ignoring him, Draco reached out and grabbed something that was sticking out from the gunk, surprisingly, as he pulled it out; the slime wasn't sticking to it. It sort of slid away like sand.

Standing up and turning to his green looking boyfriend, he read what was written on the piece of parchment. "Hell's messenger will be killed by his own will to save another; by one command to the…" Draco frowned, "that's it, the only letter to the last word is 'G'."

"Oh god, please don't tell me the guy's…he's…" Hermione's face turned green.

"Get a grip, at least we're safe here," Ginny said heatedly, pacing around, "we come all this way and find nothing!" she grabbed a diary from a shelf and threw it across the store narrowly missing Harry, "damnit!"

Taken aback, Harry strode over to the fuming redhead and grabbed her by the arm, pointing his wand to her head and muttering something. Ginny instantly straightened; looking much more relaxed than before.

"Sorry," she mumbled, blushing in embarrassment.

"I could use that spell right about now," Hermione said quietly. Pansy silently complied.

"What does this message mean?" frowned Draco, looking at the parchment, "it can't mean Ron can it?" he looked at Harry fearfully, "I mean, that Kali woman said nothing about it."

"Where did you find it?" Hermione asked, now looking more like herself.

"You don't want to know," Harry and Draco answered.

Sighing, the Gryffindor girl snatched the paper and skimmed through it. "Must be some kind of prophecy…god I'm beginning to hate these things, they're popping up everywhere," she muttered before looking around, "Maybe it's a translation to something."

"So this thing was prophesized years ago?" Pansy asked curiously.

"I'm not sure…but Kali should have said something, if she knew about this then why didn't she say anything?" Hermione looked back down at the paper, "it doesn't make sense…"

"Maybe she didn't know," shrugged Ginny.

"Maybe no one did," her voice went dark, "I'm beginning to get the feeling…that this was all set up…"

-

The run to London was surprisingly quick yet suspiciously too easy, even when they arrived at the entrance to the hide out.

The hide out itself was a bit of a surprise, it was very…modern…or futuristic to say the least. The walls were all metal, including the door at the entrance, and the floors were made of clear plastic tiles. Underneath was a large group of vendredeans being trained, almost like in the military except they had to change their metal arms quickly to help them out.

It wasn't a bright place, thankfully, so Ron and the others weren't spotted as they sneaked to the other side towards another silver door.

"You made it," said a relieved voice. They looked up from their kneeling positions and saw a pointed face with catlike eyes and very spiky hair. From behind Ron could hear Atra make a funny noise that sounded like a gasp between a huff.

"Eiterthatarus!" John gasped quietly.

"Zener," the vendredean smiled and nodded in greeting before putting his face straight, "we'd better hurry."

Nodding, John waved for the others to follow the tall person down a narrow hallway that they didn't spot before now.

-

"He's here," the creature said, "your intended is here."

"Ron?" Justin said, looking at the creatures hopefully and fearfully. What if Ron got hurt? Is he ok?

"Good," the sneering voice made Justin growl under his breath, "bring him." The clone surprised the vampire by jumping onto the right side of the cross, leisurely resting his hand on the middle cross where Justin's head rested, "I'm sure he'll be…shocked by this sight."

The creatures didn't move, instead they looked emotionlessly at Justin who had his teeth gritted in hatred at the white winged 'Ron'. "He's brought others," one of the creatures said calmly, "they will find their way here by another."

"Another?" questioned the double sharply.

"Another," it nodded.

-

"The messengers of Heaven and Hell," Eiterthatarus said, glancing at Ron and Atra as they walked down the narrow hallway that seemed to be dipping down ward, "an honor to meet you."

"W-what do you mean?" blinked Ron, broken from his train of thought.

"The prophecy," he said simply, "you're not the only one who's heard of it."

"Oh…how many have heard of it?"

"Actually, it's your look alike that told us about it. Everyone else thought the messenger thing was trash, as well as the Heaven and Hell thing, a few others and I were the only ones who believed in it."

"So you're not…going to kill us then," Hannah frowned, trying to get the last suspicion out of her head.

"Nope," he smiled. Again Ron could here the strange gasping noise from Atra, was she sick?

"Atra?" he looked down at her concernedly.

"Huh?" she looked up, startled before seeing the question in his eyes, "oh! I'm fine, don't worry," she laughed nervously, her cheeks flaming red. Raising an eyebrow but not asking any further, Ron turned away again.

"Here we are," Eiterthatarus suddenly stopped causing Susan to slam into him, "stay quiet, I think the clone's inside waiting."

Ron held his breath and stiffened. He knew he had to destroy his double, but he didn't know how, what if something went wrong? He'd better not use Justin as a hostage!

Actually, when he started looking at it, he realized Justin already was a hostage.

As soon as the door opened Ron felt himself being pulled in by someone.

Someone with dark red hair.

-

"Oh thank Merlin you're alive!" Mrs. Weasley said, hugging the returned group tightly.

"Did you find anything?" Kali asked, rushing over. She faltered when Hermione shot her a glare.

"We found this," she pulled out the parchment from her cloak and threw it over to the confused seer. Kali skimmed through the short message and continued frowning.

"I don't…understand…" she looked up at them.

"You don't?" Hermione asked, clearly not believing the woman, "really? Tell us everything you know, don't lie!"

"What are you-I don't…" she looked back at the parchment, "where did you find this?"

"Store, the owner's a puddle of gunk," Draco answered nonchalantly, not showing that he trusted the woman or that he didn't trust her.

Kali paled and sat down on the nearest bed. "We must be too late then…"

"So you admit that there's no prophecy at all!" Hermione exploded, her hands balled into fists.

"There is!" she looked at her pleadingly, taking the bushy brunette aback for a second, "I would never lie about things like that!" she bit her lip as she looked at the message again, "prophecy's don't happen magically, they happen by whatever someone does. I must've had a prophecy on not just Ron, but that journal seller too. He must have caused all this," her hands began to tremble, "if I'm right about him creating Ron's clone…then he must have had the knowledge on how to make the Invisible war corporal, he probably passed the message to Ron's clone so that when he gets his body, he'll do what the journal seller couldn't do."

"And what would that be?" Harry asked, now completely unsure if he should believe her or not.

"I don't know, I never talked to him or anything, he probably didn't know how to raise an army or something," she flailed her hands around in a helpless motion.

"But what about the message?" Hermione pressed on, "Why would he continue selling journals?"

Sighing, Kali reread the words. "…If he meant to cause this whole mess…then this message might come true…I don't know why he'd keep up that diary business of his."

"Excuse me," Seamus said in a calm polite tone before roaring, "WHAT THE SODDING HELL IS GOING ON?"

-

Ron stared up at his 'twin' in horror. In his fear he wasn't strong enough to pull away from the other boys' tight hold on his collar.

"You've finally come to me," it whispered burningly against his ear.

"Let go," he said firmly, though his voice wavered a little, trying to tug away the strong hands of his clone, "where's Justin?"

At that moment he heard the clicking sound of a gun getting ready to fire and Evil Ron's attention was distracted enough for Ron to escape.

"RON!" Justin shouted at the running figure. He was all right!

His mate looked up and gasped at the sight. "J-Justin," he breathed out.

The vampire was tied in veins to a cross hovering over the middle of the pillar room.

The messenger barely heard the sounds of Hannah and the others being held by the vendredeans who had been hiding in the shadows. He ran to the cross, unsure of what to do. In his hesitation, his double grabbed him from behind in a death grip.

"Now, now," he whispered in his ear, running his fingers through the vampires' hair, "wouldn't want to catch fire now, would we?"

"Fire?" Ron's eyes widened.

"Let him go!" Justin yelled, pulled at the veins in a vain attempt to escape, "DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH HIM!" his fangs elongated in his anger but quickly went away as a weakness overpowered him. He forgot about not moving. He looked around the room weakly for the creatures, but they were nowhere to be found. Just when he needed them too… "Ron," he whimpered out as he felt a burning sensation from underneath his skin. What's happening?

Gritting her teeth, Hannah pulled down at her arms causing the vendredean holding her to flip over her. Without hesitation she pulled out a random gun from her leg strap and shot him before he could attack.

She quickly ran over to the two redheads, her gun pointing towards the darker red haired boy and fired.

It got him straight in the back…but he didn't fall or let out painful scream. Black liquid seeped down his wound before it sealed up and he turned around, still holding Ron. "That wasn't very nice," he said, pointing a finger at her.

Hannah raised her gun again but before her finger hit the trigger, the bullet that she shot at the clone flew out of his finger in a breakneck speed towards her.

Ron paled in horror as his friend jerked violently before falling down as if in slow motion. "Hannah!" he screamed at the motionless girl, "HANNAH!"

"Kill them all!" his twin commanded to the vendredeans still holding the remaining group. He glanced at Eiterthatarus before facing the horror-stricken Justin, "traitor," he muttered with a smirk.

"I hate you," Ron said quietly, his eyes beginning to fill up with tears as memories of the now dead girl began to flash by in his head. She didn't do anything wrong, why did she have to die now?

"You'll love me soon enough," his twin raised his hand towards Justin; "after all, journals are your best friend."

He didn't know how it happened. But when he saw the gray arrow forming from the black liquid that spilled out of his clones' fingers he knew what was going to happen and wouldn't allow it. He knew he wouldn't allow it.

His shoulders jerked and bloomed out two wings, a black one and a white one, setting him free from his other half's grasp as soon as the arrow was ignited.

It was like a slow motion race lasting forever when it was really only a split second. He found himself hugging the tied up Justin like a shield…

…And then a large piercing sting on his back sending a scream out of him as he still held onto the equally screaming Justin.

"RON!" the vampire shouted, his eyes spilling tears that he couldn't feel at the moment due to his shock, "oh god…no," he trembled, unaware of the presence of the creatures crawling around him. As he stared at the pale, choking face of his mate he could see his killer explode in black liquid out of the corner of his eye.

Everything was suddenly silent save for the shallow breathing from Ron and the choking sobs from Justin.

There were strange gray lines crawling over Ron's face, like his veins were pulsing and loosing their color. The grip he had on Justin started to slip away as he felt himself weaken and forget the pain on his back where the arrow was sticking out.

Before he was finally gone he faintly heard his mates trembling voice along with another deep and smooth one.

"I wish this never happened…"

"As you wish…"


Wp: (throws up in the bathroom) BLEGH!

Ron: Calm down it wasn't that bad

Wp: I just killed you!...and Evil Ron but he needed to die anyway…

Evil Ron: EXCUSE ME?

Wp: Oh hush, you knew it was coming all along

Evil Ron: Which is why I've been trying to go after Ron all the time! I needed to have some fun before my untimely end…

Ron: why not choose the vendredean whores?

Evil Ron: 'Cause they're not as cute as you! X3

Ron: (eye twitch) so anyway…I'm not gonna stay dead am I?

Wp: Oh Right! (jumps around) I FINALLY KNOW WHAT I CAN DO WITH THESE CREATURE THINGS I MADE UP! WOOT!

Justin: BRING RON BACK!

Wp: Hush! Anyway…please don't be pissed at the character deaths and the crappiness of this chapter and lateness as well, it'll all turn out good in the end!

Evil Ron: it had better!

Wp:…well for you…no. XD can you believe how bloody long this fic is! YAY and I'm gonna finish it too! (punches air but instead hits Evil Ron by mistake)

Evil Ron: BITCH!

Wp: which reminds me (ignores Evil Ron's comment) we're almost getting to the end! I'm not sure if it'll be the next chapter or the next to last chapter but it'll really be soon! Review please!

Evil Ron: I'll be your whore! ;)

Everyone: X.X