A/N: I'm sorry about the wait. Believe it or not, I almost lost interest in this story. That's why I need more reviews! Again thank you so, so much to those who have reviewed. I'll make sure to answer all of them.

UK All The Way: I agree, I wasn't very pleased with the second chapter. I just couldn't think of how else to portray Ron. I really didn't think much about what year they should be in... kinda dumb huh? I'll say sixth, just because it hasn't 'happened' yet. This my own story and I don't want to mess with AU stuff. And about Lupin, well, you'll just have to wait and see. I promise you he does come into play though. Thanks for your input! Doone

Beloved-Stranger: Thank you so much for your writing tips. I admit, I need them! Your compliments are really appreciated as well. Wolves forever! ;)

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Harry climbed into his four-poster and in a few seconds Ron could hear snores filling the room. The rest of the boys had yet to awake. A quick glance at a nearby clock told him it was 5:52.

Despite the overwhelming tired that seemed to fall upon him suddenly, Ron dragged himself to the bathroom.

His pant leg was shredded and torn away, reveling the bloodied skin beneath. Thank God his long cloak had hid the awful sight from prying eyes. He took a towel from the bin near the sink and cleaned up the deep bites. Using another towel, he made a make-shift bandage.

"Doubt the house elves will miss it much"

It was as he fastened this bandage, as he gazed at the brutal puntures, did his situation begin to take form. He was a werewolf. He was going to transform each and every month when the moon was at the peak of its cycle. And he had no control over it. It was going to happen, whether he wanted it to or not.

Just thinking about it made him sick to his stomach. He rushed to the toilet only to vomit what little was in his gut.

He merely sat there on the cold floor for a moment afterwards.

What would it be like? His whole life he had been in a single form, seen the world from only one perspective. The sickness and shock of realization had passed, now all that remained was a burning curiousity, almost exitement, mixed with a large amount of dread and pain.

The sweeping tiredness had returned to him now. If he didn't get to bed soon he wouldn't have any sleep before breakfast.

After changing into some warm, dry pajamas he climbed into his own four-poster for a much needed nap.

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"Ron, RON! If you don't get up right now we're gonna miss breakfast completly! Everyone else has already gone." Harry was standing over him, fully dressed.

For a few sweet seconds it was as if nothing had happened. As usual, he was the last awake, Harry was hassling him to get up, and he was starving hungry. O, was he hungy! More so than usual. Why was he so hungry?

And there the time of bliss ended. Everything from only hours earlier came back in a rush, including the awful feelings of despair and fear of what he now was.

"I'm coming. Go ahead without me, I gotta get dressed yet." He hoped he didn't sound to harsh. Truth be told, he wasn't in the best of moods.

When he got to the Great Hall it was already packed full. He spotted Harry and Hermione next to Neville, Seamus, and Dean. They all seemed quite chipper.

"So, how are feeling Ron? Did you sleep well?" Hermione still wore the same annoying look from that morning. She was such a nosy little know-it-all. He wondered if she didn't have an idea to what he was hiding from them. It surely didn't take her long to figure out Lupin, and that was without spending nearly as much time around him as she did Ron.

"Yeah I slept fine, I feel pretty good." 'pretty' was the key word.

Suddenly, the Hall fell completly silent. One could have dropped a quill and it would have echoed off of every surface.

A dark figure was running towards the Head Table. The hood of their cloak was drawn, and their tattered robes were pulled tight across their body.

As he reached the professors he spoke in a mumbled voice that could only be heard by some of the closer students.

"I must speak with Dumbledore, now, it's urgent." is what the Trio made out.

"Do either of you recognize him?" Harry asked in an utterly bewildered tone.

"No." Hermione and Ron said in unison.

The three wore the same expression of amazement as the rest of the Hall as Dumbledore led the mysterious stranger out.