Werewolf

(An: Sorry it took so long to update.)

Chap6 Hogwarts here we come!

Leafy branches slapped Ron in the face as he walked through the thick forest. Buzzing sounds filled the atmosphere. When Ron was confident he was far away he stopped to rest. Tears slid down his red face. He had no idea where he was going now. Home wasn't an option. Ron then decided that he would live on his own.

" I can live on my own," Ron yelled out.

He felt proud of him self, and didn't know why. A low growling came from his stomach. He was hungry. Looking around all he saw was leaves, grass, dirt, and more leaves. Nothing looked edible outside. He was going to starve then he was going to die. Ron began to cry again until he heard a sound.

" Who's crying," the voice asked.

Ron hid in the bushes afraid that it was someone looking for him. Peeking through the leaves he saw a small girl looking up. Her long blonde hair was up in a ponytail and she had bright sapphire eyes.

" She doesn't look dangerous," Ron spoke to himself.

" Hello, please come out" she begged. " I wont hurt you."

Seeing the look of desperation on the small child's face he decided to emerge form his hiding. The girl continued to look into the sky searching for someone.

" Hi," Ron answered.

" Hey," the girl smiled.

Ron sat on a near by log and asked the girl to sit with him. She happily accepted and placed herself next to him.

" What brings you out her little girl?" Ron questioned.

" I am not little," she screamed. " I am twelve years old. And I have always been out here."

" Well, excuse my rudeness," he apologized. " I forgot to ask you your name."

" My name is Faith," she smiled. " And your rudeness has been excused."

" My name is Ron Weasly," he responded.

" I like that name," she grinned.

" Thank you," he answered.

Faith placed her arms behind her head and looked into the sky.

" Why have you always been out here?" he asked.

" I don't tell everyone I meet, but… I am going to tell you," she frowned. " I am a werewolf."

The small girl stared at him.

" Aren't you going to run?" she asked.

" No, I understand how you feel," he smiled. " I too am a werewolf."

" Wow, I never met a fellow werewolf before," she said astonished.

Ron frowned.

" Were you the one crying?" she asked.

" Huh?"

" Were you the one crying?" she asked again.

" Yes, I was,"

" Why?"

Ron let out a huge sigh. Looking into the sky he saw the girl watching him anxiously.

" Faith, promise me you wont tell anyone," he pleaded.

" Not a soul,"

" Good," he began. " Faith, I killed my brothers."

Faith clamped a hand over her mouth in shock.

" I'm sorry," she replied.

" You shouldn't be," he assured her. " It was all my fault. Thinking I could hide from what I really was inside a monster. I mean my brothers did nothing, but I just killed them."

Faith looked gloomy. Ron smiled placing a hand on her shoulder.

" Your not a monster, Ron," she smiled.

" I am," he looked at his feet.

" No, I am," she stated. " And I am sure of it."

" No," Ron laughed. " You're just a little…

" I killed my parents Ron, and my brothers and sisters," she cried. " I've lived out here ever since I was seven."

" Oh," Ron lowered his head. " I am sorry to hear that."

" They didn't even finish singing happy birthday to me," she whined.

Ron patted her on the back gently. To think he thought he had it bad, but the small girl next to him had it worse. After patting her for thirty minutes she stopped crying.

" Thank you, Ron," she wiped her tears then hugged him.

Taken aback by the action the girl took he returned the hug.

" Your welcome," he whispered.

Night fell upon Ron and his new companion. They both slept soundly not having to worry about changing because a full moon wasn't going to bother them for a while. The next bright sunny morning Ron woke up.

" Faith, where are you?" he panicked. " Faith!"

" I am right here Ron," a voice giggled.

Turning around he saw that she was leaning on a tree looking at him. She was holding some type of food in her hand.

" What is that?" he pointed.

" Oh nothing, just some fruit," she offered it to him. " I never could figure out what kind."

Ron took a round green sphere from the child. The texture of the fruit was hard and looked like an apple. Taking a small bite the juice stung his taste bites a bit. It was no apple.

" It is sour at first, but you learn to get use to it," she explained.

" Hey, Faith," Ron called. " Do you know about Hogwarts?"

" What is that?" she asked.

" You don't' know?"

She shook her head.

Thinking to him self he guessed she was a muggle. He then made a decision, and there was no harm in taking the girl with him to Hogwarts. Ron could find Harry and Hermione and they could help him make the wolfsbain for him and his friend. Standing up he looked toward the north. It shouldn't be too hard to get to the train station.

" Hey, faith, how about we go somewhere," he suggested.

" Where are we going?" she asked.

" Some place magical," he answered.

Ron took Faith's hand and they head out of the forest. Looking up Ron saw his house towering over him. The door suddenly swung open. Ron and Faith jumped into near by bushes.

" Ronald! Oh Ronald! Where are you?" Mrs. Weasly shrieked. " What if the person who attacked Fred and George kidnapped Ron? What if it was voldermort?"

" I am sure it wasn't voldermort," Mr. Weasly comforted her. " Let's get the twins to st. mungos then ask the police to find him. Don't worry he'll be found."

The door shut and there was silence. Ron commanded Faith to follow him out of the bushes. Scurrying to the shed Ron pulled out a broomstick.

" A broomstick?" she asked. " We are going to sweep someone's floor?"

" No," he said.

Climbing onto the broom Ron ordered Faith to get on. She glared at him then laughed.

" I am serious, Faith," he frowned. " Please this is the only way we can get to that magical place."

" Fine, I'll play your game," she chuckled climbing on.

" Hold on to me tight," he demanded.

Slightly kicking off the ground Ron could feel the broomstick floating a little. Leaning forward the broom zoomed into the sky. Faith screamed out in horror. Her arms latched onto Ron for dear life. Wind blew through their hair as they began to fly higher than the trees. Ron thought closely to him self. If he could find the train tracks he could follow them to Hogwarts.

" Ron!"

" Yes,"

" Are you a magician?" Faith asked.

" No, I am a wizard," she answered.

" Wizard, there are no such things as wizards," she yelled.

" Why are you yelling?" he questioned.

" I am scared," she hollered.

Ron concentrated on where he was going. After thirty minutes he saw the train station, and then he saw the tracks. The sun began to slowly set on the horizon. Squinting his eyes he saw a castle in the distance. Soon Ron and Faith landed on the school grounds.

" Where are we?" she asked.

" Hogwarts," he answered looking up at a window.

He began to think if he could only get up to the window everything would be fine. Whispering a spell a near by bush turned into a ladder.

" Wow, how did you do that?"

" I'll tell you later," Ron promised. " Climb up the ladder after me okay."

She nodded. Once Ron made up the ladder he knocked on the window. Harry strolled up to the window.

" Harry, let me in," Ron banged.

Harry just glared until Ron banged louder then the window was opened. Climbing in Ron helped up his friend.

" Who's that?" Harry asked.

" My friend, Faith," he introduced. " Faith, that is my friend Harry."

" Nice to meet you, Harry," she smiled. " Why is there a scar on your forehead?"

" Well see…wait a minute," Harry paused staring at Ron. " Is she a…

Ron looked at the ground avoiding Harry's eyes.

" She is isn't she," he frowned. " You brought a muggle to Hogwarts?"

" Well, I don't see the harm," he answered.

Harry smiled at Faith, but then brought Ron father away from her, so they could talk in private.

" She is a muggle," Harry stated. " I mean we could get in trouble."

" Hermione is muggle born," Ron argued. " And she is here."

" That is different," he answered. " Hermione isn't completely muggle."

" She is half," Ron scowled. " Faith is like, Hermione, except all muggle."

" Ron,"

" Harry, hear me out, please," he begged. " She needs help just like me."

" What type of help?" Harry eyed Ron.

Ron leaned over to whisper in Harry's ear.

" Are you crazy?" Harry shouted.

" No,"

" Why?"

Ron looked at Faith who smiled and waved.

" Look, at here Harry," Ron chirped. " She is harmless."

" No, she is extra dangerous," Harry, concluded. " A werewolf and a muggle. I am going to get in so much trouble."

" The next full moon isn't until next month," Ron smiled. " By then we will be cured."

Harry looked at Faith one more time then back at Ron.

" Fine, but Hermione has to know,"

The two boys and a girl called Hermione's name.

" Yes," she answered. " Who is she?"

Ron explained the whole thing.

" Interesting," Hermione spoke.

" That is all you can say?" Harry growled. " We could get in big trouble."

" Harry, since when do you listen to the rules?" she asked.

" Ever since, … fine she can stay," Harry frowned.

Faith smiled then hugged Harry. He then lightened up and smiled back. Faith, Harry, Ron, and Hermione seated themselves in front of the fire. Hermione looked toward Ron.

" So, Ron," she asked. " How did it feel being at home?"

Ron pondered for a minute. Could he tell Hermione and Harry what happened? Would they be petrified? Would they stop hanging around him? He knew there was only one way to find out.

" I went to bed right when I got back," Ron began his tale.

" Go on," Harry urged.

" Then I woke up the next morning," he added.

" Skip to the interesting part," Harry ordered.

" Harry, hush up, let Ron, tell the story," she smiled. " Go on, Ron."

" The end,"

" That's it?" Harry frowned.

He shook his head.

" Fred and George went to work," Ron sighed. " A full moon came out that night."

Hermione gasped and Harry stared.

" I don't remember the rest, but I woke up with a bad taste in my mouth," he continued. " I was outside, so I ran back into my house. Upstairs there was blood everywhere. My mouth tasted of it. Sadly I though it was the work of a murderer or even worse voldermort. While I was in the bathroom I noticed there was blood all around my mouth and on my hands."

" Oh, Ron," Hermione frowned.

" I tripped over something, and when I looked down I saw Fred and George, and they were in bad shape. I didn't know who did it, but I didn't like it one bit."

Ron looked from Harry to Hermione, whom were both glaring. Faith seemed shocked, but not too much. Ron decided to finish his story.

" I went crazy and began to talk to myself. A voice told me to look in the mirror, and it was me that was talking. And do you know what I found out?"

They shook their heads.

" I killed Fred and George," he replied. " The worst part was the look on George's face. His eyes were wide open looking straight at me. I couldn't take it, so I ran then I met Faith and we became good friends."

" Ron, I'm sorry," Hermione patted him on the back.

" It isn't fair," he whined." They are probably going to die because of me."

" No," Harry uttered. " St. mungos can fix them. They will be back to normal in no time."

" Harry, what if they become werewolves too? Oh I don't know what I'd do if that happened," he shook.

" Ron, it will be fine," Hermione tried to comfort him.

Ron shook like crazy. He knew he was being a big woos, but he couldn't help it. Where were Fred and George now? Were they? No, he wouldn't think about it.

" Ron, we should go to bed," Hermione suggested. " We all had a long day, and you have too."

Ron nodded.

" Faith, you come with me," she commanded.

Faith's reply was quiet, but audible.

Slowly Ron ambled up the stairs. Once he came to his old bed he fell asleep quickly.

End chapter6.