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Thanks for the reviews!

Latanya Kassidy: lol thank you! (bear hug) I was hoping I was doing better with the emotions :) don't worry, Ron'll come back, this is supposed to have a happy ending after all ;)

DemonRogue: he MIGHT be gone (looks down at chapter)

mydracomalfoy: that will be answered in the next chapter, the event slightly takes place here but the questions will be answered in the next chappy :)

catc10: Evil Ron might not be gone ;) lol I WANNA SEE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA! But my parents are too lazy to get me to a theater, so am I. Is the movie still out? O.o if not I'll have to wait for the DVD (sweatdrop)

Rejekt: lol thank you! (bear hug) I just like experimenting on different genres and I gradually get better in writing. I hope I didn't kill you too much (sweatdrop) or you won't be able to see this chappy lol

mizukimarr910: (twitches) I hope you're not too mad (twitch and takes a few steps back) but here's the new chappy!

oOWeasleyWizardWheezesOo: heehee, Evil Ron's obsession with crosses will be answered in the next chapter, there'll be a lot of explaining to do Q.Q lol, yes I'm very insane, I keep experimenting with writing, I guess that's it lol. Yep, Ron's incredibly adorable XD and since you asked:

Ron: (smoooch!) :D

Evil Ron: heheheh come here (make out session!) ;)

Justin: well, since Ron'll let me (kissy!) :)

A/N: my research is horrible X.X does anyone know any lunacy homes in England? I need it for a setting in this new Ron fic I'm doing.


Chapter Twenty Four: Time
Like every mother, Mrs. Weasley had that feeling of dread that something was wrong with her children. Ever since Ron left to go after Justin that dread was stuck on worry non-stop.

And now it was pure mortification that there truly was something wrong, like a detachment from that connection she had with her youngest son.

Looking for support, she held onto her husbands hand tightly, a hand over her mouth as she shook her head, her eyes watering quickly. "Oh no…" she said, her voice muffled against her hand. Mr. Weasley squeezed her hand gently and wrapped an arm around her.

At that moment an earsplitting scream from Hermione broke through the worried silence.

Harry stood stock still, his eyes wide in surprise while everyone else was in horror, especially Draco. It didn't take long before the raven head was suddenly a puddle of black liquid, a black arrow floating around it. An inhuman shriek quickly followed this turn of event, a ghostly figure wrapped in and almost clear cloth kneeled before the puddle, weeping heavily.

Her near transparent wings flapped slowly behind her, giving off soft breezes, her midnight blue hair fell over her face smoothly, her pale hands caressing the puddle mournfully but not really touching it. She slowly looked up at Draco who was frozen on the spot, his eyes still wide in horror but spilling tears.

The angel shook her head suddenly, her hair flailing about in the motion. She didn't speak but a strange yet musical 'ah'ing escaped her lips as she crawled over to him, as if begging something, her head still shaking violently.

"Harry…" whimpered Hermione, burying her face in Pansy's arms as she started to cry.

"Who was it?" demanded a cold voice. Everyone turned from the remains of Harry to Draco, "WHO WAS IT?" he screamed, hair flipping in his anger.

There was a snigger and cackle. The angel turned sharply to the broken window and pulled out her bow and arrow, aiming at something outside.

ERVVVP!

VVP!

PVVVRE!

PVV!

The angel put back her bow and arrow and turned back to Draco. There was a cackle and snigger. The angel continued to shake her head, sobbing.

Though now it looked like it was going backwards.


Ron let out a gasp, the arrow in his back flying back to his 'twin'. He watched with shocked eyes as he parted from Justin and flew backwards into Evil Ron's arms, his wings gone.

Justin watched, his shock growing quickly as he watched Ron's other half melt back into his normal form. The voice in his head broke him from his trance.

"One change."

"Don't let him die again!"

"Granted…goodbye, rebel."

The rewind of time stopped and started to play itself again. "After all, journals are your best friend," smirked Ron's clone, forming a gray arrow with his hand.

Something different happened.

Hannah sprung up to her feet and pulled out something from her belt, throwing it at the clone.

The glass container made contact with his head and smashed, spilling its green contents on his head. There was a pause of confusion for a split second before there was an explosion and the white winged Ron's head was gone.

The gray arrow fell and, as if highly delicate, smashed into black liquid. The arm around Ron was still as strong as before, looking at the headless twin he paled.

Black liquid was starting to form the head; it was as if his clone was like some kind of reproducing clay or something. A familiar scent reached his senses while the formation took place.

Evil Ron shook his head, getting used to his new head. "I thought you were dead," he sneered at Hannah.

Without responding, Hannah created the strongest Emador she could make and threw it at him, receiving the same results of him healing himself.

Snapping out of their trances, everyone else who was held captive by the Vendredeans started pulling themselves free, using their weapons as best they could. It was kind of surprising to see Susan using her guns with very good aim.

All Justin could do was watch. Until the liquid still coursing through his veins started freezing over making him gasp and choke.


"This isn't going well," muttered Eleanor Branstone, filling up her muggle water gun with the gasoline she found in the storage room.

"No shit," muttered, Owen, loading his gun with capsules filled with liquid explosives, "we're running out too quickly…"

"How the hell did they break through the barrier?" the young girl wondered, grabbing the lighter she stole from a store. She stood near the window, flat against the wall and waiting for her next victim to come close.

When she spotted the small but deadly childlike demon fly close to the window she instantly ignited her lighter in front of her water gun and pulled the trigger. The gasoline spurting out made contact with the lit lighter and instantly blew into a larger fire successfully hitting the demon, frying him.

"Where are the others?" Owen said angrily, shooting his gun with startling accuracy at the far off demons tormenting the citizens below.

As if on cue, the door burst open and in stumbled Kevin and Rose holding a large wooden crate, huffing and puffing under its weight. Owen nearly shot them in his surprise.

"Found this!" heaved Rose as they dropped the large box, "in the cellar, it's a bunch of strange things."

"And wouldn't you know it," Kevin lifted the lid and showed it to them, "they labeled it, Do Not Open until Apocalypse."

Curious, the two vampires scurried over and peeked inside.

Oh yes, golden arrows, minute bombs and silver disks were of perfect use right now.


Jeverin's fingers stopped moving rapidly through the keyboard. His eyes locked on the screen with veins attached to it.

"Ru sozure…" he breathed. (The reason.)

"Sozure?" his fellow Vendredeans echoed in the room, running over to look at the large screen, "Ru sozure!"

"Ru sozure de fe kat oni sozure," Jeverin read in a whisper. (The reason is to find a reason.), "vor vu sozure…" (Our own reason).

There was a silence in the room; the vendredrean's kept reading the message on the screen, written in their own language. After a few minutes for the message to finally sink in, they ran out of the workroom, a decision silently made.


Justin breathed deeply, his eyes bulging at the sudden pain that left him wheezing. It wasn't until he calmed down that he realized that the veins injected on him were starting to shrivel away, giving him more and more energy to move.

Hesitantly, he moved his arm but didn't fall into weakness, instead the veins broke away, the silver liquid they were sending in him spilled out of his arms until there was none left and his wounds closed. Looking down, he held his breath, ripped the rest of the veins off him and fell down to the ground in time to see the cross get engulfed by flames.

"Damnit!" Ron's clone shouted through the brawl in the room. Justin looked up and saw the clone throw Ron across the floor and march over to him, "haven't I told you?" he yelled, stretching out his hand, black liquid spilled out of his hand and formed into a sword, "you do not belong!"

Struck dumb at the moment, Justin put a hand over him as a shield, eyes shut tight at the inevitable pain that was to come. A loud clank made him look up again.

Another thinner sword had stopped the other sword from hitting him. This sword came from a shell shocked Ron.

The clone lifted his sword and jumped back, glaring at Ron in a seething manner. "Fine," he said stiffly, "have it your way."

For a second Ron was relieved until his double lunged at him. It became a life threatening sword fight between the identical beings.

"You belong to me!" shouted the clone, speaking every word with every swish at Ron who kept ducking fearfully out of his reach, swinging his sword inexpertly in defense.

Relying on his vamperic instincts, Ron jumped over the twin and swung his sword at him, hoping that luck would be on his side.

There was a crunch when the blade of his sword connected to something.

Landing on his feet and turning around he watched as a whole white wing fell to the ground, splashing into a puddle of black liquid. In his stupor he didn't notice the sword coming at him, catching his shoulder and throwing him off his feet. And into the air. He looked behind him and found two flapping wings, one white and the other black.

"Why won't you understand!" his twin yelled, joining him in the air without his wing, "you're mine!" He slit Ron's chest "you always were since the day you bought me!"

"Bought you?" he quickly pushed away a throw at him.

"Of course! Don't you remember? Hogsmeade, a few days before school started you bought me! Our bondage started right on that day!" he kicked him on the side, sending to the ground again.

"Ron…" Justin ran over to him, an emador ready in his hands, "get up," he kneeled down and put a hand on his wounded shoulder gently. He looked up at the where the clone was waiting near the ceiling and threw his emador at him, not making the effect he wanted.

"Justin?" Ron groggily sat up, rubbing his aching head, "Justin!" he nearly jumped before hugging him tightly, "I know what's happened, I think I do I mean I'm not sure-"

"What?"

"My other half! He's not my-he's-I'll explain later," he shot up in the air again, holding his sword tightly, "hopefully…"

Depending on Ron to come out alive, Justin ran to the others to help.

"You came out of the journal, Kali was right," Ron said in a steady voice, his shoulder trembling a little from where his clone had cut him.

"You just realized that," the twin smirked, raising his sword, "I thought the ink leftovers I kept leaving would make you realize that."

So he was right, it was ink. Then that meant the clone was made of ink too…

"I'm sorry," he mumbled, holding his sword limply, "I didn't know."

"Well now you do."

"And I thought you were going to rape me," he faked a smile that seemed to pass for his clone.

"Oh, of course," he fingered the blade of his sword, eyeing him carefully, "or just use you, I suppose, I'm an essence, I last forever, vampires can't die unless they're killed by something stronger than them, I'd rather not get attached."

"I see."

"I suppose I should tell you everything since you've not got it all cleared up," he twirled his sword in what seemed like a careless manner.

"Go on."

"That dream, the one with you and that disgusting excuse of a vampire, I set that up except I was in the body of the wrong person, I meant to make my own but…mistakes are mistakes right?" he pointed his sword close to Ron's nose before pulling back, "the female voice you heard a while ago? Me, before I copied your voice. And remember the toad that was sitting over the journal that day? Trever, was it? I controlled him to bring me to you," he smirked, "control is such a wonderful power."

"And the cross?"

"It was a mark, to marked you as mine, but it went away," he sneered down at Justin's figure, helping Susan fight off a particularly large Vendredean, "looks like they found the reason, no use holding back now," he smirked, raising his sword and taking a dive.

Using this as his chance, Ron swerved behind and pushed down his sword as hard as he could through the clone's back, realizing only seconds later that he pushed it through the other side.

The twin opened his mouth in a silent scream, choking at the clogging in his heart, reaching up his throat. He spat black ink, staining his chin as he tumbled down rapidly.

How they landed with Ron on top, Ron couldn't remember, just that his mouth was running before his brain. "Why choose me? Why do you want me?"

His twin let out a choked laugh. "I didn't choose you…you chose me," he coughed, "after…after getting to know you, I've noticed how smart you are and…" he coughed again and squirmed weakly in his obvious pain, "and I guess I pitied…the lack of attention you got."

Ron narrowed his eyes, seeing through the essence's blackening eyes. There was nothing there, just a body that was used to exist in. "I don't care about attention," he said through gritted teeth, "and I still don't know why you exist."

"Part of you created me," he choked out, his skin darkening, "in a sappy way…that's the reason I exist…" he let out a weak cry as his arm exploded in ink. He looked back at Ron menacingly, snatching the front of his shirt and pulling him down with his good arm, "I may be disappearing," he said through gritted teeth, "but you will not forget me!"

With his final words said, he melted away into a large puddle of ink.

Ron sat there, his knees soaking in ink, staring at the puddle with wide eyes. For a second he expected the ink to mount up and become a body again, but he knew he was gone, he was finally gone. And he couldn't help but feel the horrible gut wrenching feeling of knowing he killed someone.

This ink…did he actually create him through his writing?

"It's time."

He looked up and saw Atra standing before him, her cloak was torn and dripping with blood, her sweaty face matting down some of her curly blonde hair. She held out her hand and Ron took it, standing up. "What's time?" he questioned.

"For a better time," she smiled, letting out her transparent wings. Ron watched in fascination as each feather began to glow, not knowing that his own were beginning to glow as well…


William Porter watched from his window, transfixed at the darkness coming up from the ground and the light coming down from the sky. He was holding his two daughters close to him, all watching in awe, waiting for dark and light to meet.

From the streets below where the demons and angels were continuing their war, the people stood like statues and watched, unaware of the arrows coming at them but passing through like ghosts.

Finally light and dark met and passed through each other, making a gray color that began to expand through the city and the world.

William watched, still in fascination, as the angels and demons began to fade away under the gray light. The scattered puddles of black goop from the human victims faded away too and were replaced by the victims themselves, alive and confused.

It was then that the widowed father began to think again.

Were the angels and demons real? Had he just woken from a bad dream?


It was morning; he could feel it against his tired face as he stirred under his thin covers. The sun continued to burn upon his face so he turned over, hoping to get more sleep.

"He's awake!" he heard someone shout, their running feet fading but returning with hundreds more. Was that Hermione? Or was it that Hannah?

Suddenly, the weight on his side that he hadn't noticed before lifted slowly before a hand was placed over his own. "Ron?"

"Mm…" he was immediately pulled into a tight embrace.

He opened his eyes, mindful of the light shooting at him. He recognized that soft and tender voice. Ignoring the quick whispers and cheers that exploded around him, his lips broke into a gentle smile before realizing how life threateningly thirsty he was. He tried to speak but all that came out was stifled air, making his throat feel like it was tearing up, he winced.

Seeing his predicament, Justin quickly let him go and poured what looked like strawberry juice into a glass cup and handed it over to him. Ron downed it instantly before making a face. That was NOT juice; it was freakin' blood mixed with water! It still helped quench his thirst though…

"You missed the full moon," Justin said, taking back the cup.

"Oh…"

"You're awake," squealed Hannah, engulfing him in a tight hug, "you dumbass, do you realize how worried you made us?"

"No," he blinked, looking at the crowd from over the girls shoulder, he couldn't believe how many people there were, his family, friends, a few Hufflepuffs, and three staff members, "how long have I been out?"

"A month," Pomfrey answered promptly, pulling Hannah off to check his temperature, "been out cold for quite a while."

"A-a-a m-month?" he breathed in shock. He looked back at his visitors and realized how hard they were trying to hold back their tears, "wha-I-I…"

"Yes, Mr. Weasley," the nurse pulled back and opened the cork to a bottle she had been holding, "Miss Finch-Fletchley awoke a week before you did."

He spotted the young girl in the crowd, smiling at him cheerfully; she had replaced her strangely unique dress for Hufflepuff school robes. "I told them you'd wake up but they never listened," she bounced on the balls of her feet, looking at the others with a sly smile.

There was the sound of a click and flash making Ron blink furiously, so many spots…

"Perfect," Colin grinned from behind his camera.

"I thought you gave that up," Ron irritably rubbed his eyes. Too many spots.

"That was before Dumbledore decided to let the school have its own newspaper," he took another photo; "you need a lot of filling in."

The redhead looked at the group expectantly. They looked a little uncomfortable with their joy and tears that they didn't reply.

"Here's the journal," something landed on his lap. He looked at Justin curiously, lifting the small book confusedly, "you can write in it now."

"Really?" he frowned inquisitively at his mate, "I thought after all that's happened, you'd make sure I never owned a journal again."

"Oh don't be silly, Ron," Hermione said, laughing softly, "your writing is brilliant, we can't wait until you write another entry."

He looked at everyone confusedly. There's no way they'd let him continue to write in the journal, even if the essence was gone. His visitors continued to smile down at him, making him feel rather small.

"Guys?" he squeaked, unsure about his surroundings anymore.

"Go ahead Ron," a familiar voice hissed against his ear, "write another entry, write it!"

This couldn't be real, his clone was dead. There's no chance of him sitting next to him right now with everyone else so obliviously happy. This had to be a nightmare.

"Go on, dear, write," his mother said soothingly, "there's nothing wrong with writing."

He turned his head and stifled a gasp. His twin smirked back at him, "told you, you won't forget me so easily."


His whole body was trembling, his head tossing from side to side, still trapped in another world. "No…no…" he whimpered, his hands clawing on the sheets.

"Ron," said a steady voice, "Ron, wake up you're having a nightmare." A pair of hands grasped his shoulder and shook him to consciousness, "wake up, Ron."

Gasping and panting, cold sweat trickling down his forehead, Ron latched tightly onto the person who woke, letting out a few choked sobs. It was so easy to cry now.

"It's ok," the person said in a soothing tone, running their fingers through his hair, "it's over."

"Don't make me write in it again," he cried, clutching his mates' shirt in a death grip.

"I won't," he answered, confused to what Ron was talking about. In his response, the redhead relaxed slightly, his body still shaking from his sobs, "Madam Pomfrey," Justin yelled behind him, "he's awake!"

Ron opened his eyes and watched, calming down more as the nurse hurried over to them. He sighed in relief when he noticed his surroundings.

It was night, the beds next to him were occupied by Atra and the others, one of them he recognized as Eiterthatarus. The hospital wing was silent and calm; there was no applause of him waking up, or the encouragement to write in the journal.

He was home again.


Wp: oh my god this sucked T.T the fight scene…blegh…I hated writing this chapter (sobs) well...except the ending :)

Ron: so…it's over?

Wp: not quite, I've still got one more lemon to go (snicker)

Ron and Justin: (BLUSH!)

Evil Ron: so I'm gone…totally gone?

Wp: yep

Evil Ron: FUCK YOU!

Wp: I thought you never cared lol

Ron: but…why add another chapter when the whole war thing's over?

Wp: I've got a lot of explanations to do, what happened to Evil Ron (as in, how he actually died), why the journal seller made him, and a whoooole bunch of other stuff.

Evil Ron: sounds boring…

Wp: eh…I'll try to make it interesting (sweatdrop). I just remembered too, I wrote this story because I wanted to give a message to my readers but I guess I kinda screwed it up because of all the Heaven and Hell stuff…(sigh) oh well

Ron: What was the message?

Wp: you'll find out in the ending poem (secret smile)

Ron: poem?

Wp: Yeah, there was one in the beginning and there's gonna be one in the end, the next chapter

Ron: Oh…REVIEW PLEASE!