Werewolf

(An: I don't own Harry Potter.)

Chap 5 Full Moon

Once Ron woke up he immediately felt sickness hit him head on. All through breakfast he pondered about his health. Why was he feeling sick? His mother and father kept a close eye on him.

" Ronald dear," his mother asked. " You seem a little ill. Maybe you should lay down."

" No mum," Ron groaned. " I am fine."

An owl swooped through the opened window landing on the Weasly's table gracefully. Reaching for the letter it was snatched out of the way before Ron could pick it up. Mrs. Weasly stared at the letter in her hand then handed it to her husband who shook his head after he read it.

" Ron, Fred, George," Mrs. Weasly called. " Your father and I will be going out."

" Where?" the twins asked.

" We are just going out," she stated.

When Ron's parents left the house Fred and George informed Ron they had work. Since Ron was all alone he decide to sleep the day away. There was a rumbling sound downstairs that startled Ron. A bright light shone under his door making him smile. His brothers were home. Slowly he looked outside and noticed the moon was bright and completely full. Ron jumped into his bed and pulled the covers over his head.

Fred went up the stairs to check on his brother. When he opened the door he jumped back when he saw something moving in Ron's bed. Relaxing he smiled his brother was sleeping. Quietly he walked up to the bed and threw off the covers. He fell backwards shakily sliding back. What was that? He asked himself. It couldn't be Ron. The powerful beast climbed out of the bed and inched toward Fred. A huge nose sniffed up and down Fred. Calmly he sat shaking. A loud growl escaped the werewolf's mouth. Fred noticed the beast was wearing torn clothing. Ron's clothes. Could that mean that Ron was telling the truth and that he really killed Malfoy?

" Ron, is that you?" Fred asked.

The werewolf stopped growling and stared at Fred. Slowly he reached out his hand to touch his beast like brother. Snatching his hand away he examined it. There was blood dripping from a cut on his hand.

" You bit me," he whined.

Drool fell onto Fred's lap as Ron growled louder.

" It is better that being eaten alive," he quickly stated. " George!"

The door creaked open as George walked through the door.

" Yeah Fred!" he shouted.

" Imbecile!" he screamed. " I'm over here."

George looked toward his twin then saw the beast and just stood there.

" Wha-wha-what is that?" he stuttered.

" You know our brother who isn't a werewolf?" Fred began.

George nodded.

" He's werewolf,"

During Fred and George's conversation the hairy beast growled.

" Fred, maybe you can come over here," George offered. " And then we can call mum and dad once we escape."

" Good plan," Fred frowned. " One thing you forgot. The werewolf isn't blind."

" Do you want to get eaten alive?" he asked.

Fred sat and thought about what his brother asked. Then thought about Malfoy who was dead. He decided he was going to take a risk. He moved each part of his body at a time. Two pairs of yellow black eyes watched his every move. Finally Fred made it away from the wall and was about to head toward George, but then the beast attacked.

Blood curdling screams came out of Fred's mouth. He felt like he was being shocked. Pain surged through his veins as he yelled. George watched frightened. Looking to the floor he saw red liquid splashing the ground. He began to have an uncontrollable coughing fit and more blood sprayed out of his mouth.

" Ron, please listen to me," George pleaded. " Fred and I are your brothers."

Directing his head toward George the beast roared and crawled over to him. The werewolf was in front of him now sniffing him up and down.

" Ron, you don't want to eat me I taste very bad," he twitched. " I am all bone no meat."

The beast's growl grew louder.

" But if you want to eat me I guess that is okay too," George screamed in a high pitch voice.

Fred groaned slightly on the floor in pain. Crimson liquid stained the floor quick. The beast attacked again. Sadly Fred watched his brother scream in pain. He tired to crawl over to Ron's chest to get his wand, but gave up once the pain was unbearable. Large teeth continued to shred George apart. Blood splashed onto the beast's staining its furry face. Pieces of bloody flesh stuck in between its teeth. Holding onto the werewolf's head George tried to get it off him.

" Fred," George cried weakly.

Hearing this Fred scrambled to Ron's trunk and began the search for a wand. Helplessly George gurgled up blood from his mouth as the werewolf continued to chew him up. Luckily Fred made it to the trunk and fumbled with the lock. Soon the box was open and Fred was rummaging inside for a wand. To get the creature away from him George picked up a sock from in the room and waged it in the beast's face. Quickly the sock was attacked and George was ignored.

" George," Fred croaked. " Over here."

George slithered over to Fred quickly fearing their brother Ron was going to attack again. Suddenly the sock was forgotten and the beast stared at the twins. Growling the creature showed off his big teeth that were completely stained in human blood, and had pieces of flesh sticking in between some teeth.

" George," Fred frowned. " I think Ron is ready for seconds."

" Fred, I don't want to die," he cried.

" Sh," he smiled. " We wont. I have Ron's wand."

" What if it doesn't work," he asked the beast getting closer to them.

" Well, George, then when Ron is a human again tomorrow morning he isn't going to want to have breakfast."

" What is that supposed to mean?" George questioned.

" It means if this doesn't work we will both be eaten alive,"

George thought about this for a moment and freaked. Wildly he shook his brother begging him to save them. Aiming for the creature Fred opened his mouth.

" Stupefy!" he hollered.

Flying through the sky a small bluebird perched itself on a tree. A body lifted itself off the ground. The boy scratched his head looking around at the bright scenery. What was he doing outside? Ron looked up to see his house in front of him shrugging he walked to the front and entered the already opened door. Why was the door opened? He asked himself as he climbed the stairs. And where were his parents?

" Fred! George!" he called.

There was a strange taste in his mouth that he didn't notice until he opened his door. A shriek escaped him as he took in his surroundings. Blood stained the walls and the floor. Whose blood? He wondered. And why did he have an awful taste in his mouth? It tasted like…blood! Ron's heart raced as he ran to his bathroom. Inside he flicked on the lights and peered into the mirror. He noticed he wasn't wearing a shirt or pants. Looking closer he saw blood all over the skin around his face. Grabbing a cloth he turned on the water to wash his face. There was blood on his hands too. Even after he washed his face and his mouth he still had that blood taste.

He tried to put the puzzle together, but he just couldn't figure it out. Maybe Fred and George knew. Speaking of Fred and George where were they? And why was blood everywhere in his room? Opening his door he walked out falling on his face. What the heck was lying on his floor? Dusting himself off he looked to find the object that caused him to fall. Now where was it? Ron dropped to the floor screaming out in horror. How did this happen? Who would do this? And why? Fred and George were lying on the floor their skin almost completely ripped off and their bones peeked out in some places. George scared Ron the most his eyes were wide open with shock unlike Fred who had his eyes closed.

" Fred," Ron whimpered. " George."

There was no reply.

" What happened? Who did this to you?"

Why couldn't Ron remember what happened? Was it a thief? Or was it a death eater? Or worse was it voldermort?

No you did it.

" What?" Ron yelled. " Who said that?"

You killed them.

" No, I couldn't have," Ron shook his head. " I don't remember anything and…

Of course you did. You don't remember because you don't want to.

" No," Ron backed away.

Horrible things werewolves are. They end up killing their own friends or brothers.

Ron was going insane. He knew it. Why else would he be hearing voices? He couldn't have done that to Fred and George. They were his brothers.

When you are a werewolf you don't stop to think about what you are doing.

The voice was everywhere, but Ron couldn't see the owner. Why couldn't he see him?

Look in the mirror and you will see who I am.

Whirling around Ron saw a mirror. There was a large growling werewolf in the reflection. Then right before his eyes the werewolf turned into a boy with red hair. It was him. His reflection was grinning.

" See I was here the whole time," his reflection smirked. "We killed them. And you know it."

" No, no," Ron stammered. " I…

" Once people find your brothers, we will be in trouble," the voice boomed. "Leave now!"

Hesitantly Ron looked back at his torn up brothers then ran. Just like he did when Malfoy died. Flinging himself down the stairs he continued out the open door. He killed his brothers. Tears slipped down his cheek as he ran. Ron didn't know where he was going, but now he didn't care. He just wanted to get away. Far away from his problems.

End chapter 5.