A/N: Ugh, I don't know what to make of this chapter. I wasn't quite sure where to go with it, but this is what I got. If you hate it, please tell me. It was a bugger to write. Anyway, here are my review answers: (nine now! I'm so happy...)

mppgrl: Thanks! I'm glad you enjoy it. Yeah, I love werewolves (okay, obsess over is more like it) and Ron is cool, so I just put them together. I must admit, the first time I read PoA I thought Ron with his crappy leg, or someone, was going to get bitten. I was almost disapointed when it didn't turn out that way. The more werewolves the better! O well, I'm just rambling now.

lovemehatemejustdon'tfearme: I like the new name! It's original, and so true. Poor Moony, this will be tough on him. But more o' that later in the story. Issues may be an understatement if the mystery isn't cracked before the full moon, but again, you'll just have to wait and see.

Wilddog14: Thank you! I hope you keep reading!

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The days went by, the moon ever changing. Dumbledore watched the students intently. So far he hadn't a clue as to who was bitten. Whoever it was, they themselves must have been aware of it. It wasn't nessesarily the kind of thing that goes unnoticed. For their (and Lupin's) sake he decided not to tell any of the other professors. If this student didn't feel comfortable talking to him, or even Madame Pomfrey, they surely wouldn't want word spread across the school of their being.

Dumbledore felt a great deal of pity for the student. He could remember vividly what Remus was like when he was young. Without the Marauders Dumbledore didn't know where he would be. They had exepted him, helped him. Hell, they even became unregistered Animagi for his sake. When he had first come to Hogwarts he was so shy, so scared. But when he left he was the confident and cocky Mr. Moony. He hoped this new werewolf had friends like those four.

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The full moon was approaching faster than Ron would have liked. He had ten days now.

Hermione had very pleased with him lately. He had been spending almost every waking hour that he didn't have class in the library. When she was curious about the miracle he told her his mum wasn't pleased with his grades, said that he was nothing compared to Bill and Charlie (Percy was still a touchy subject). That wasn't complete fiction either.

Though none of the tell-tale signs of Lycanthropy (fancy big word he picked up in his reading) were showing just yet, he wanted to be ready to hide them. To do so he would have to know as much about them as he could. The transformation itself would be important to study as well. It would be freaky enough as it was, knowing exactly what would happen couldn't hurt.

Harry, on the other hand, had been annoyed by these new study habits. That's where they were at now.

"Ron you haven't seen the sun in days! We've a quidditch match against Ravenclaw in a week, you aren't going to be prepared for it at this rate! Why don't you just take a break? You love quidditch."

Ron didn't say anything. He just stared at his bag full of books. All were on werewolves.

"It's Hermione isn't it." Ron's head shot up, his eyes narrowed. "What?"

"I knew it would come to this..." Harry shook his head in mock sadness. "Hermione, you're crushing on her aren't you? You're pretending to be some kind of bookworm so she'll think you're neat.

Ron's his ears were going red. "This is joke right? You're not serious, you're kidding, right?" Harry gave no answer. "You're serious? No way, I hate that stupid girl! It's got nothing to do with her, or any girl for that matter."

"Well what does it have to with, then?"

"I dunno..." was he could think to say.

"What are all these anyway?" He dug his hand into Ron's bookbag before he could stop him. Harry pulled out a huge old leather-bound book entitled The Eternal Werewolf.

"Werewolves?"

"Yeah... they're kind of interesting creatures, you know."

Harry let out a small laugh before turning to leave. "You do what you want, I'm going to practice quidditch."

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Hermione was working on a History of Magic essay when he got there.

"Oh, hello Ron. I didn't notice you walk in.

Good. She was in tunnel vision mode. This way she wouldn't notice what he was reading exactly.

Ron pulled the large book Harry had been looking at before. He opened to section on symptoms.

Nearing the full moon werewolves will begin to exhibit signs of their Lycanthropy. Though it varies greatly between werewolves, most will begin to notice these signs

around 3-5 days before the night of the transformation. Younger, or less experienced werewolves, may suffer from earlier and more intense symptoms.

Great, just what I need, Ron thought.

Physical symptoms may include: Flu-like symptoms, loss of appetite, extreme tiredness, greatly heightened senses, and, in times of unusually strong emotion, slight transformation. (such as a change in eye color, claws, or fangs)

Slight transformation... that sounds like one that could get me into trouble, he thought.

Mental symptoms may include: Strong wolfen instincts, difficulty concentrating, paranoia, sensitivity, mood swings, fear, agressiveness, and others, depending on the werewolf.

This was going to be harder than he expected. Having enough of that, he flipped around for the section on the transformation. It wasn't hard to find, the pages were littered with gruesome illustrations of what the transformations looked like. They were indescribable. Some made a person sick to look at. Maybe it was the thought that he, Ron Weasley, would resemble these awful drawings in less than ten days. He was transfixed on them for a long time before Hermione broke his stupor.

"Ron, what on Earth are you reading about?" her mouth gaped in horror at the bloody pictures.

"Er... nothing. I just found it on a table over there," He made some random motion with his hand, "the drawings... they're kind of interesting, aren't they?"

"Depends on how you define intresting." She glared at the book with distaste. "Listen, would you ask Madame Prince if I could borrow some ink? I'm almost out."

"Yeah, sure." Ron was glad for the chance to change the subject. He got up and walked across the room to the Librarian's desk.

Hermione, her usual curious self, took the chance to inspect Ron's book.

"The Eternal Werewolf..." she muttered to herself.