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MisMated

Chapter Two

The Explanations:

A small child, no older than four years of age, sniffled in a house that held no light. His small and round head adorned dark and deep red hair which contrasted with his pale skin tone. The eyes he had, an intense shade of red deeper than that of dried blood, were dim and showed crystal tears that threatened to spill over onto his white cheeks. Clumsily the boy wiped his nose with the right sleeve of his deep blue robe, afterwards wiping his eyes. He stood, wobbling on his two feet, fighting to remain standing. Hiccuping, he slowly moved forward before tripping over himself. For the second time within the hour, he began to cry.

There, on the floor against the wall, the little boy stayed, crying tears of sadness, pain, hurt, anger, and betrayal all in one. From time to time the child would stand up, moving to and fro before again swaying to the alluring floor. Wailing his agony out into the air, the toddler began to glow a silver color, rising from the floor. Noticing the anomaly, the young one lifted his face. His eyes flashed, an emotion unknown passing through them. And then he screamed.

-

"RON!" Harry bolted from his bed, rushing to his best friend's. "What is it? What's wrong?"

Ron jolted awake in fear, his eyes wide and bloodshot. Slowly, he lifted his hands to his face and placed them on his cheeks, searching for something. All he felt though,was a warm wetness.

"Oh God," he whispered, in shock, raising his hands before his eyes. "Is this... blood?"

He looked up into Harry's horrified face. Glancing back down at his hands, he peered at the blood in wonder while his friend was yelling bloody murder for Hermione to come up into the boys' dormitory immediately.

The girl raced up the stairs, scared that something was happening to Harry. She slammed into the door, bursting it open. Her almond-colored eyes were wide, and they searched the room. Soon they settled on Ron's bloodied hands and face, with Harry kneeling in front of him trying frantically to wipe the blood away with his too-large t-shirt.

"What happened?" Hermione demanded in panic, rushing over to Ron, pushing Harry over to the side. She examined Ron's eyes, which while obviously bleeding before, had now stopped. The thing that frightened her though was that there were no wounds on his eyes or near them.

Snapping, she sniped at the other boys in the dormitory who were just sitting in confusion to hurry and fetch Professor McGonagall. They stumbled over themselves to get the professor. Hermione gently wiped the blood near Ron's eyes with her fingers. She brought them up near her own eyes, and studied the blood closely.

"What is going on here?" Professor McGonagall asked sternly from the doorway. She then saw Ron sitting on the edge of his bed with blood running down his face. "Mr. Potter, I need you to go to Headmaster Dumbledore now with this message," she leaned towards him. " 'It has begun.' "

Harry nodded and with a last glance at Ron, ran to do as he was told. The professor moved to the young man, causing Hermione to back off. Carefully the professor now inspected his eyes. Sighing, she took a handkerchief out and wiped her ward's face and hands.

Standing, the woman now snapped at everyone in the room, "You are to leave this room immediately. You will not speak of this to anyone or you shall be severely punished. You will receive your explanations soon."

Everyone looked at each other uncertainly.

"What are you waiting for? Go!" McGonagall barked.

And so they left.

-

"Ronald," McGonagall snapped her fingers in front of the boy.

He looked up, sparing her a glance before snorting and laying down on his bed. He didn't care what she wanted to say at that particular moment. It would just be a waste of his time, really. He sneered slightly and pulled his pillow under his head, staring up at the ceiling.

"Say whatever it is you're going to say and just leave," the boy commented, bored and annoyed, seemingly unfazed by what had just happened.

"What do you want me to say?" McGonagall inquired.

That got his attention. "What do you mean?"

"What is it, Mr. Weasley, that you want me to tell you? What do you want to know?"

He grimaced at the usage of his not-last name. "So whatever I ask about, you'll tell me?"

"If I know the answer, and.. if I am allowed to, then yes, I will," she replied.

He snorted lightly; he knew there was going to be a catch. "If I'm going to become so 'dangerous', how am I going to be able to continue going to Hogwarts? I'm sure Dumbledore doesn't want me to endanger his precious students."

The professor frowned. "Don't speak like that of the Headmaster. You will continue your education right here in Hogwarts. However, due to the nature of your heritage you will be under watch by the staff. Don't worry, you can continue to reside in Gryffindor Tower among your friends."

A brief flash of surprise crossed Ron's face. "I can? For real?"

"Yes, for real."

"Oh. Um, Professor?"

"What is it?"

"Am I going to have to drink blood? Because of the whole vampire thing, I mean.." Ron trailed off.

"I'm afraid that is the case," McGonagall confirmed. "You will require to drink one pint of blood once per month. However, since you are only a half-blood Mortuus Veela, you may drink animal's blood instead of humans."

"..well, that's good, I guess," Ron said uncertainly. "But do I reall-"

"Yes, you really have to. Now then, I do have a few things I need to speak to you about. For instance, the changes you will be going through rather soon."

Ron groaned and hid his head in his pillow, which McGonagall promptly took away. She hit him lightly on the head with her hand. Glaring at her, he sat up and leaned back against the wall.

"Now then, do you know of any of the differences which you will experience upon your seventeenth birthday?"

"Well," Ron said, thinking about the obvious, "My appearance is going to change, right? It'll be the way its supposed to be, I guess. And you've already said I'm going to have drink blood. Hey, wait a minute," Ron frowned, "Why haven't I had to drink it before? Not that I'm complaining, but.."

"Need I say this again? You are only a half-blooded Mortuus Veela. The major effects, therefore, do not begin until you reach the stage of adulthood."

"Uh, yeah." Ron coughed uncomfortably and pulled himself into a more relaxed position. He looked pointedly at Harry's bed for McGonagall to sit on, which she did.

"So, what other things are ther.." Ron broke off, remembering one thing which made him cringe. "The mate." It was sneered with much dislike and disgust.

"Yes. That is something we need to discuss thoroughly. Like all other Veelas, the Mortuus Veela detects their mate by pheromones. However, there are side effects. This morning's episode was one of them."

Ron looked up sharply. "What do you mean?"

"The blood was caused by a change of your nerve patterns which popped a vein allowing you to gain more control of your pheromones. Slowly you will now begin to smell the pheromones of the people around you. When you find the most enjoyable one, it will be your mate. Their's will seem perfect in your mind. You will know instinctively, and immediately. You will just know," the Professor said with an emphasis.

"After I find my.. mate," Ron asked hesitantly, "Will I still be able to smell these pher-things?"

"Pheromones," McGonagall corrected, "and yes, you will. It doesn't stop, I'm afraid."

Ron nodded and looked down at his hands. He frowned; there was still some blood smeared on them. Spitting on them, he rubbed his hands together before wiping them on a dirty shirt nearby.

"Your classmates, I'm afraid, are going to have a rather hard time adjusting to this, you know." This was commented quietly from the woman. "Most likely some will write home to their parents writing words of fear and spite about you. Do not be surprised if the Ministry attempts to interfere, but know that we will not allow them to all the same."

Ron nodded a bit gravely, bitting his lip. He hadn't thought about the Ministry trying to interfere. What would they want to do with him? After all, he would the first Mortuus Veela they would be able to get their hands on, wasn't he?

"This evening, at supper, Professor Dumbledore has planned to announce your heritage to the school. Is this alright with you?" McGonagall asked, interrupting his thoughts.

Ron nodded; it needed to be done. Even if he didn't want anyone to know, itneeded tobe done.

"Now then, Ronald," McGonagall stood up. "Your parents are here to see you. I'll send them in."

-

Molly and Arthur Weasley, a sweet and kind couple, nervously entered the room where their son was. His back was turned to them, but then he looked at them.

"I have a question for you," Ron said shortly, now angry. "Why can I still do magic if I'm a Veela? Why am I at Hogwarts?"

"Well, dear," Molly paused, sharing a look with her husband. Ron hadn't even said hello, "You see... one of your parents was a Mortuus Veela. The other was a pureblood wizard, which makes you a half-wizard."

"Great," Ron's voice dripped with sarcasm. "Just what I always wanted."

"Ron, son..." Arthur hesitated, "We really thought it would be best if we waited until you were older to tell you about your true heritage."

"Really?" Ron drawled out the word. "Just how long were you going to wait to tell me?"

"Ronald..." Molly said in agony.

"Tell me," Ron whispered angrily, "Just why everyone thought I was a Weasley; how'd you stop them from knowing?"

Arthur blinked and looked down at the floor. "Ron, when your mother - your biological mother - was about a month pregnant she came to Professor Dumbledore for help. We don't know why. Dumbledore suggested to her that the baby, you, should come to us.

When we were told, we agreed. It was necessary that everyone thought you were really our child, so a spell was put on Molly to give her the appearance of pregnancy. When it came time, we took the child under the pretense that Molly was giving birth to you almost two months early. No one knew otherwise except for Dumbledore, the woman, and us."

Molly stood up; her hands were linked together, her knuckles white. "To keep up the pretense of you being our child Professor Dumbledore put a spell on you before giving you to us. It gave you general looks of a Weasley. It was to work until you became an adult-"

"So you were just going to let me wake up on my birthday to discover the truth!" Ron exploded. "What the hell kind of parents are you!"

Molly opened her mouth. "No, NO!" Ron shouted. "Go, just leave! Leave me alone, I don't want to hear it! You didn't want to tell me anything before, so why now, right? Besides, you're not even my parents!"

Molly gasped, her eyes widening. Her hands came up to her chest as she stared at him incredulously. Arthur stood shocked. Ron didn't move, his chest barely moving as he breathed. His face contorted in anger as he hissed, "Go!"

They fled.

"Oh God," Ron choked out, falling back against a chair. "Why me?"

-

Harry and Hermione had met up in the library after being forced out of the Gryffindor Tower by their Head of House. Hermione, of course, made it there first due to the fact that Harry had a message to deliver to the Headmaster. Still, being in the Library with what was happening to Ron.. it didn't feel right. Hermione frowned, her brown eyebrows drawing down.

"Harry, what do you think is happening?" She asked softly, as not to disturb Madam Pince.

"I have no idea, Hermione," he responded. "But since we're here, I guess we've got some time to look it up, huh?"

The Head Girl sighed. "I suppose so. Alright then Harry, let's get to work. I have a feeling this is going to take quite awhile."

He nodded, and the two set off to work. They split up to cover different sections of the Library. Hermione was diligently going through every Veela book the Library had to offer. At one point she had all of the books she was planning at looking through piled up on the table in front of her so tall that they toppled over. She spared them a glance only because she really did love all books, but she didn't want to take up time doing unnecessary things.

Harry on the other hand, was checking out the lengthy rows of books are the many myths. It was frustrating to no end that most of these books spoke of what muggles considered to be myths. His left eye began to twitch with irritation, and he threw his current book; it just happened to hit one of Hermione's piles. Needless to say, they fell down on top of her. It was for this reason that Harry grimaced and rushed over to begin taking books off of Hermione.

It was now that Madam Pince came over and glared down at the two, and demanded that they leave immediately. The two did so dejectedly, making their way to the Great Hall for it was now time for supper.

-

Ron sat quietly at the Gryffindor table for the meal between Hermione and Harry. This was the time.. the time that Dumbledore was going to announce Ron's new found secret. And.. it was going to change everything. Ron knew that. He wouldn't be looked at the same, and the others were either going to be scared of him, or fascinated.

But wasn't this what he always wanted? He had always wanted to be the one in the spotlight, and now he was getting that chance. So why did he feel so miserable? Why was it he was dreading the moment that the truth would be told? And why didn't anyone notice he felt this way? Ron never just stared at his plate. Why couldn't they see? Was he really that invisible?

'Is this the only way that I won't be invisible to everyone?' Ron thought. 'If so, then I don't want it!'

THWACK!

Surprised, Ron looked up from his plate to the faces of his startled class members. They were staring at him, wary, glancing down to his right hand. He too looked at it. He stared, and slowly turned his head to look at Dumbledore. The Headmaster nodded his head with a sad smile at him. Then, he slightly tilted his head, silently asking the question, 'Should I announce it to them now?'

Ron hesitated. It was then that he nodded.

Dumbledore stood grandly, calling everyone's attention without saying a word. He gave a slight bow, and a nod.

"I apologize for interrupting your meals," he said firstly, "but to tell the truth, it is a must. For, you see, there is something I am to tell you."

His eyes twinkled, and he gave a wink to the students.

"You have all heard of Mortuus Veelas, correct?" he asked, receiving many murmurs as a reply. He clapped his hands together twiceto once again harness the students' attention. "Excellent, excellent. This makes it so much easier to say," he beamed. "For we have one among us right now. Though he is only a half-blood.." he trailed of thoughtfully.

"Ah, well. Oh, and please don't bother him with questions not needed. Will you stand up now, Mr. Weasley?"

A large thank you to all whom reviewed; I must say, it was rather amusing to note most of you mentioned the lack of RWSS stories. If you know of any good ones, would you please tell me of them?

cRudEdly - I want this to be worthwhile very much. I like the idea of this story, even if it is only a spin of other ideas.

Yulara - I hope this becomes a good story too. And may I just comment on how thrilled I am that you went and read another piece of mine? To know that you went and looked at my other work just absolutely made my day. Thank you so much!

sexy-as-ron - True, true. This is something needing to be fixed, yes? (I'm happy that you too checked my other stories!)

asininefreakshow - Thank you, though I find my writing style to be a bit odd.

Little Bunny Fu Fu - Why, thank you! I'm glad you like it.. darling!

herr-handel - Yes, well, I never really imagined Ron being a vampire Veela either, so when I thought this up, it really was a must to write it!

Note: The next chapter will probably be posted in about 3-4 weeks. I apologize, but it is because the end of the trimester for school is almost here, meaning finals are going to worm their way into my life. I really do apologize.

Beta? Does anyone wish to beta for me? Its come to my attention that I need one.