- For the purpose of this story Ronald Weasley's birthday shall be February 19th. According to data I have recently found on JK Rowling's site she says, and I quote, "Ron, who was born in the February 18 – March 17 period…" However, if anyone knows Ron's true birthday, and know where they found this information, I would be extremely happy to know the correct data.
Also, for everyone's knowledge, Severus Snape is 37 years old. For my reasoning on this please email me. My email is in my profile.
Important Tidbit: Ginny Weasley died in the summer after her fourth year of education at Hogwarts. From this time Ron has been, essentially, a true adult.
This story shall be slash. This is your only warning.
-Thank you, you may now proceed to the story.
MisMated
Prologue/Chapter 1
The Beginning
Prologue:
Ronald Weasley, a red-headed seventh-year Gryffindor, fiddled with his hands, sitting in a plush mahogany chair within Professor Dumbledore's office. It was February seventh, and Ron had hoped to be outside throwing snowballs with all the other Gryffindors. Instead he was stuck in this room waiting for Dumbledore. He checked the time; 4:28. He'd been there for quite some while.
He really wasn't sure why he was there, actually. All he knew was that one moment he was walking with Harry, Hermione, Dean, Seamus, and Neville as to go play some winter games, like Snowbattle, when Professor McGonagall had come up and stopped their group. Frowning heavily, she had informed Ron that he was to report immediately to Professor Dumbledore's office. When he had asked why she sighed and she said that she could not reveal the reason to him. She had then taken him to the gargoyle statue and ushered him in.
Ron had been expecting Dumbledore to be there already, waiting for him. He soon realized that this was not the case. To occupy himself he had looked around, shuffling lightly through some of the papers on Dumbledore's desk. He quickly tired of that, and just sat in his chair, staring off into space. About halfway in is when his thought process kicked in.
Now then, Ron was smart enough to realize that it was not for any of his, Harry's, and Hermione's recent escapades that he had been called to Dumbledore's office. If it was not something that he had done, perhaps it was something Dumbledore needed him to do. This thought though, led to the other of, 'Why would he need me to do something?'
The only other reason he could think of would be if one of his family was injured or killed. However, if such a thing was to happen, it would be most likely that Professor McGonagall would be the one to inform him. He had, for the moment, run out of explanations for Dumbledore needing to speak to him.
Sighing, he stretched out, only to realize that Dumbledore had entered the room. Sitting down gracefully in his own chair, Dumbledore rested his head on his fingers, which were laced together neatly. He rested his eyes momentarily. Looking at the expression on Dumbledore's face, Ron was concerned. Dumbledore appeared to be thinking hard, which was not something anyone saw often. A pair of light blue eyes opened; Dumbledore had decided to be blunt.
"I'm sorry to tell you, Mr. Weasley, that in two days you will be a threat to Hogwarts," Dumbledore informed his student gravely.
"Eh? What are you talking about, Professor?" Ron blinked, confused.
"I suppose," Dumbledore said, staring down through his half-moon spectacles, "I should start at the beginning, yes?"
"What beginning?" Ron asked, bewildered.
Dumbledore sighed sadly. "I had hoped, my dear boy, that your... parents would have already explained to you the truth of your heritage. Unfortunately, they deemed it an inappropriate subject to approach you with, and well... here we are."
"We're here where?" Ron cried in frustration.
"Mr. Weasley, you are a Veela," Dumbledore stated calmly, watching the young man.
"What are you talking about?" Ron laughed it off. "That's absurd, preposterous! Imagine, me, a Veela!" He scoffed. "Professor, no one within my family has any Veela blood whatsoever. I don't know why you could possibly be thinking that I could be a Veela; I'm not even a female!"
Ron knew that Dumbledore had to be kidding. After all, only females could be Veela. That was common knowledge. The male Veela's existence was just a myth that had been passed down for hundreds of years. Hermione had even said so. Ron remembered because once, in fourth year, Ron had asked Hermione about Veelas. Seeing the ones at the Quidditch Cup had sparked his interest in them.
"Hey, Hermione," a fourth-year Ron said loudly to the brunette.
The said girl looked up from the book she was reading, a flash of annoyance crossing her face. "Ron, be quiet!" she hissed. "This is a library, and if I am kicked out because of you once more, I'll hex you! Now, what do you want?"
Ron rolled his eyes, then asked a little bit softer than before, "What do you know about Veelas?"
"Veelas?" the girl inquired thoughtfully, twirling her quill in her hand. "Well, Veelas are mystical creatures. Due to their ability to control pheromones, they can easily sway those of the opposite gender to do what they want. Veelas are always female. Actually, I've read books mentioning both male and Mortuus Veelas. Both of those, though, are just tales, nothing more," she said, dismissing them.
"Oh.." Ron murmured. "Um, what are some good books about Veelas?"
The bushy-haired girl stared at him. It wasn't everyday that he asked for reading material. "Try Veela Life, Mystical Creatures, and The Mystical Veela," she suggested. "If you want more, just let me know."
"Yeah. Thanks Hermione," he said, getting up and walking away from the table.
"You're welcome," the girl whispered under her breath.
He chuckled, wiping some tears from his eyes. Sighing after the good laugh, he noticed that Dumbledore was most definitely not laughing; on the contrary, he was extremely serious. Even the twinkle that seemed permanently stuck in his eyes could not be found. Peering carefully at the Headmaster, Ron found himself receiving a bad feeling in his chest.
"Professor?" he asked warily, thinking that perhaps Dumbledore had, indeed, been telling the truth. "I'm not really a Veela... am I?"
"Male Veelas are rare, Mr. Weasley, but they do exist. I am sorry, but you are a Veela. To be more specific, a Mortuus Veela," Dumbledore said softly.
"But... how?" Ron demanded to know, perplexed.
Dumbledore adjusted his glasses. "Well, if you'd allow me to explain..."
Chapter 1:
"But that can't be possible! Why isn't anyone else of your family a Veela then? And your hair is red, and Veelas are known for their blonde hair, and well, feminism. Sorry to tell you, but you're anything but-" Hermione rambled on in denial.
"Hermione, gods, let me finish explaining it to you and Harry, will you? Fuck," Ron sighed, raising a hand to quiet her. "This, this... appearance is an illusion, okay? It's not real. I've been living looking like this, but I don't, not really. And why am I different from my family, why am I the only one affected? Well, it might just be because I'm not really a Weasley! Wow, isn't that a shocker?" he asked sarcastically, Harry staring at him wide-eyed, Hermione gasping in surprise.
"Yeah, I'm not a Weasley; I don't know who the hell I am! I could be anyone. Well, anyone related to a Veela family, that is. And lucky me, my whole appearance is going to change as soon as I become seventeen. I'm a bloody Veela, okay? Oh, and don't worry about others finding out. They'll all learn about it anyhow!"
"I-I... but... couldn't Dumbledore, couldn't he...?" Hermione asked, dazed, looking faint.
"Couldn't he put the illusion back up? Yeah, he could, I suppose. You know what? I might as well let him do that, that way I can just keep living my lie of a life without anyone else finding out. Oh, wait, damn!" He hissed, stomping his left leg in anger, "That won't work! I have to find a bloody mate, so everyone will know anyhow because of that! Oh well, I bloody tried!"
Storming off into snow, he ignored his friends' calls. Seamus and Dean, who had wandered up to Harry and Hermione clueless, and only hearing the tail-end of Ron's rant, stared curiously after him before shrugging and walking off, leaving Hermione and Harry to stare shocked after Ron.
After walking away from his friends, and wandering aimlessly around Hogwarts, Ron found himself near the Forbidden Forest late at night. He stared off into it, unblinking in his sorrow. His previously running thoughts slowed to a stand-still, becoming detached from him. He now stared peacefully off into the night sky. The stars were relaxing to look at when one took the time to appreciate them. Stars were beautiful little orbs of light to the eyes, a pattern not harmful to them. This feeling was one of many that Ron had not felt in much time.
The first night after Ginny had died Ron had stared up, trying to find the heavens. He had been unable to; his eyes had filled with tears, and one blink brought the water to cascade over onto his pale cheeks. Collapsing onto his knees in the wet ground, Ron had curled forward, his arms placed protectively along side his head. Charlie, who had also been watching the starry sky, placed his right hand soothingly on his sobbing brother's shoulder. Ron had soon falling asleep afterward from exhaustion. The next night Ron did not go outside.
The peace that Ron was feeling now was something he was grateful for. He had been unable to look at the stars peacefully since that one night. The peace that he had found in the stars now ended abruptly upon a man stumbling through the bushes.
'Professor Snape...' the boy realized.
Severus Snape straightened, his black hair pulled back, revealing a basket that carried many herbs and potion ingredients. The man studied Ron carefully before moving forward. When he became just out of Ron's eyesight range, he stopped.
"Going for an evening stroll... Mr. Weasley?" Snape inquired mockingly, a glint in his eye, before once again heading to Hogwarts, without waiting for a reply.
Ron turned, his cloak wrapping around his body, to stare suspiciously after him. Snape felt the stare for he turned his head to the side, looking back at Ron while he walked. He lifted a brow, and then resumed his path. Ron still stared at him, but now he moved after the professor, following him to Hogwarts.
Ron quietly shut the portrait-door of the Gryffindor Common Room behind him. He walked over silently to the couch in front of the fireplace. He paused when stepping in front of it. There laid Hermione, a book opened and resting on her stomach, rising and falling with each of her breaths.
Ron gently lifted the considerably-large sized book off of Hermione, placing it quietly on the nearby table. The title of the book, Mortuus Veelas: The Myth, caught his eye. His amber eyes softened, and he carefully placed a brown wool blanket over his friend.
Looking back over at the book, Ron noticed parchment sticking out from between the pages. He opened the book, pulling the parchment out. Reading what was written, a brief smile crossed his face. Hermione had copied down notes on Mortuus Veelas that she had found most important. It was to be expected. Ron glanced over the notes again.
Mortuus Veelas have always been considered a myth due to the fact that there are no written stories or information on them from reliable sources. All information about these Veelas is actually from folktales passed down among generations of families. Even so, not much information is known about this type of Veela.
The two types of Veelas that do exist for a fact are the regular female Veelas and the few and rare male Veelas. However, Mortuus Veelas are the ones that most interest those who study the Veela races. Perhaps this next bit of information will explain why.
The origin of the Mortuus Veelas' name is from Latin. Mortuus Veela - Dead Veela. There is a reason for 'Mortuus' to be added to the term Veela. As a way of explanation, let me tell you a story.
There was, in the past, a village full of female and male Veela. It was secluded, hidden away from the rest of the world. All was as it should have been; there was peace, laughter, and good times. They had no worries of being found, since their town was shielded by a powerful and ancient spell that was kept activated by the annual ritual. The ritual was a conduct of goodwill and sacrifice to a most powerful goddess; Athena, the goddess of protection.
The ritual was performed by six chosen Veelas; three were female, the other three male. To activate the spell's power, a dance-spell was weaved in the Genero Circle, which was located in the center of the town. When the dance-spell was completed the blood of the dancers was required. Only the blood of these specific dancers could full the requirement, and the requirement had always been fulfilled, until her.
She was one of the most respected Veelas of the village. She was a kind and gentle person; never one to turn down another in need. She was brilliant and beautiful, one of the most sought after women. When the year's dancers were announced, and her name was among the list, it was said that her blood would strengthen the shield even more. She was a most perfect candidate.
When congratulated on being one of the dancers, she would always smile and nod at them. For the whole village, it appeared, life was happier than ever. Soon, though, the day of the ritual came. The dance was done, and now the blood-letting knives were brought out. They were presented to each of the dancers, the woman being last to receive hers. The other five Veelas pushed the knives into their stomachs; at the time that the last woman would cut herself, the ritual would be ended for the year. However, things took a turn when she threw down the knife, and escaped from the village. The villagers had been depending heaviest on her to do the year's ritual, and it was her who failed them. It was rather ironic, actually; her name was Ironia, meaning irony.
For the next year the village would have to live without their shield. This quota of time had almost been fulfilled when the vampire came. It fed on a female Veela and killed her before fleeing. The villagers did not know that this Veela would become a vampire also; it had never before happened. When the first Mortuus Veela arose, the village was destroyed, and scattered. Since that time there have been nine Mortuus Veela sightings reported. If this type of Veela truly exists, we may never know.
Ron ended his reading there, surprised by the story, that Mortuus Veelas were vampires. He stood there for a few minutes, trying to allow the knowledge to absorb into his brain. Carefully, he set the note down. Then he slowly trudged over and up the stairs. He sat on his bed, and thought the story over, at least until he heard a rustle.
He looked over, and saw a figure sitting on a bed. It was Harry.
"Ron," he whispered, "...I'm sorry."
Ron said nothing, he just sat there in a stony silence.
"I know this must be hard for you to accept. Most everything you thought to be your life has suddenly vanished, and now you must struggle to find your real identity. As well as that, everyone is going to learn what you really are, and they're going to treat you differently. And on top of that all, you're going to have to find your mate. You don't really get to choose them, do you?" he said softly.
"I wish this wasn't happening to you. You're my best mate and I don't want your life to be complicated. I just want you to be you, and now everything has been turned upside down. I'm so sorry, Ron, I'm so sorry!" Harry cried in a whisper, tears welling up inside his emerald eyes.
Ron did nothing, save for turning to the shadowed wall to look unblinkingly down at his red pillow, a single crystal tear sliding down his cheeks.
-Mortuus literally means dead in Latin.
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Questions you may have:
1. Since Ron is a vampire, why can he walk in the sunlight?
- He is prominently a Veela, so he retains that ability.
2. Will his attitude change?
- Yes, but only from emotional stress caused by the new knowledge he has acquired.
3. What is the purpose of Ginny being dead?
- It has allowed me to make Ron a much more serious and responsible person. Don't worry, he isn't anywhere near being like Hermione.
4. Will we ever learn who Ron's true family is?
- Only if I do a sequel pertaining to that topic.
5. Can two males have a child together?
- Yes, by using a potion. Don't get your hopes up about Ron and Severus having any, though.
6. Is Voldemort still alive?
- No.