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She slipped through the night, letting the darkness envelop her. It was a new sensation. It was almost as though now the cool blackness was quenching her every desire. She didn't know how she knew where to go, but she did. And soon she had slipped through the trees and found them. In their lair.

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"I'm a bit hungry," Ron said, his voice distorted from the new his face's new mutant form. He edged closer to Harry with a somehow casual but demonic air.

"Get away from me, Ron," Harry said, his voice shaking.

"You don't understand, Harry," Ron said, stopping in his tracks. "I'm not Ron anymore. I'm not that little friend you remember. I don't even remember that kid. But if I make you like me, I guarantee it'll all be better. I feel amazing, better than I ever did while I lived. Isn't that sort of ironic, though? Once I die, I actually start to feel good. Ha, funny how things can be, eh?"

Harry didn't know how to respond. He glanced behind him. A few feet away there were huge windows reaching from the ceiling to the floor. Maybe... If he could act quickly enough...

"So, are you ready? Are you ready, Harry, for the best moment of your life?" Ron questioned, starting toward him again.

"No."

Harry turned around, and without thinking smashed right through the window and fell out. As he was flying through the air, he pulled out his wand and cried "ACCIO MATTRESS!" and suddenly a big fluffy one appeared in the chilly grass beneath him. He fell into it, cuts up and down his arm stinging horribly. He looked back up at the window, expecting to see Ron's angered and contorted face staring down at him, but he wasn't there. He was probably coming outside to find him, or maybe he was going to the Dining Hall.

No, he was going to find whoever made him like that.

Harry bolted into around the side of the school and up the long flight of stairs. He wrenched open the giant doors and flew into the warmth and light of the building. He ran through the halls until he found the teacher's lounge, the first place he thought to go. Maybe the teachers were in there having a meeting? He banged on the doors as loudly as possible (A/N: Isn't there like a password and a statue to get in there or something? Well let's say students just can't get in somehow) until finally McGonagall's fearful face appeared in a crack of an open door.

"Harry!" she cried, almost sounding relieved. Then, realizing that his arm was covered in blood and his whole body in sweat and dirt, she opened the door fully and pulled him inside. "My goodness! What has happened to you?"

"It's Ron," he panted. "Ron... he's the vampire."

McGonagall's jaw dropped. "What?" she responded.

Harry tried to speak but he was too busy breathing.

"Come, sit down." She brought him to a large group of squashy armchairs and couches that were mostly full of teachers and had been circled around a small coffee table and sat him down at one. He sank into it reflexively. She conjured up some magical tea and offered it to him. He took it and gulped it down. "What do you know?" she asked.

"Ron is a vampire," he said. "He convinced me to go visit Hermione in the Hospital Wing with him and then tried to kill me. My first instinct was to throw myself through a window and summon a mattress to fall on."

"Good job!" Dumbledore commended. "Did it work?"

Harry nodded.

"Albus!" Professor McGonagall snapped.

"Sorry."

"What you're saying is that Ron is the culprit? He has been killing all these people?" Professor Sprout questioned.

"No, I think he only killed Hermione. Actually, he could have killed others, but someone else had to... Make him a vampire- however it's done- first," Harry explained.

"The correct term is "siring"," Professor Widdle chimed in. "How it's done is that a vampire must drink the human's blood, and then the human must drink the vampire's blood."

"So Mr. Weasley did that to Hermione after someone did it to him?" Dumbledore clarified.

Professor Widdle nodded.

"It doesn't make any sense," Dumbledore said. "She was so... dead-looking." The other teachers shrugged. "Wait a minute, that means that any of the others who died could have been sired as well!"

"That's true," Professor Widdle responded oddly calmly.

"So there could be a vampire Snape, Lavender, or Crabbe running around with vampire Ron and vampire Hermione as we speak?" Harry asked.

"Technically yes," Widdle explained. "Although I doubt it. Hermione probably regained consciousness as a vampire as we were carrying her to the Hospital Wing, though she didn't reveal herself for obvious reasons. Lavender had been out for some time before Hagrid found her, and we have seen Snape's body since we discovered him to be dead as we have Crabbe's as well, so I doubt they were sired. Most likely they were simply used as snacks for the original vampire or vampires."

"I think you should check the grounds," Harry advised nervously. "Ron has been invited into the common room already so he can now get in whenever he wishes, Hermione will obviously be let in by someone sooner or later, and the other vampires that are prancing about are obviously very clever and will undoubtedly sire someone else in the near future."

The teachers nodded.

"Maybe there's another student that we don't know about yet who has been sired," Professor Flitwick gathered.

"Malfoy," Harry said. "I don't mean to hold grudges but he was with Crabbe when he died, wasn't he?"

There was silence for a minute until Dumbledore finally spoke. "He has a point," he said. "All we would have to do is get him in front of a mirror, or something."

McGonagall nodded. "Thaddeus, come with me," she said, beckoning Professor Widdle to follow her out the door and presumably down to the Slytherin common room. Harry noticed that Professor Widdle crabbed a few pointy sticks before leaving.

"Harry, I will escort you back to your common room," Dumbledore said.

"Should a teacher stay there with them incase Ron or Hermione comes back, or another student is reveals themselves as a vampire?" Professor Sprout wondered aloud.

"Good idea," Dumbledore said. "Everyone, distribute yourselves to the different dormitories. I will handle Gryffindor." With that he exited the room, Harry following.

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A/N: Kind of short, sorry. Please review, though! I will love you with all of my heart. Seriously :)