"Yes dear, he passed away a couple of years ago, but he lived a great, long life. 87 years are not a matter to joke about!" the woman answered more animatedly.
"Oh..." Hermione said understanding, this was not that Ron Weasley, "Yes, well, thank you. Good afternoon!" the girl said with a relaxed breath.
The girl knew that, since she was the same age she had back at Hogwarts, Ron had to had the same age as well. The girl tried the next phone number.
"Yeah?" a young man answered, making Hermione's heart accelerate.
"Ron Weasley?" the girl inquired shyly.
"That's me." The man said tranquil.
"I'm looking for a person that goes with that name, would you mind telling me your hair colour?" Hermione asked politely.
"Sure, it's dark brown, almost black." The man commented passively.
"Oh... I guess it isn't you, thanks for your time. Good afternoon." Hermione said and prepared to hang the phone.
"Anytime, good afternoon." The man on the other side answered, hanging the phone as well.
The girl sighed, those were the only two Ron Weasleys on the list. Probably he simply didn't exist, maybe Hogwarts created people to interact with the real students, to aid them in the teachings. How much she wished she could be back, with Ron and Harry, and Hagrid, and everyone else. Slamming the book close, Hermione stood up and retreated from the phone's side.
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The shriek filled the air as the predator and prey raced in a game of survival. The neigh of a mare sank in the darkness as the fangs and claws teared the glossy skin, gashing flesh. The werewolf raised his mouth to the crescent moon and howled, blood dripping from his lips, while the badly injured mare twitched fearfully.
The wolf looked down, his eyes glinting almost maliciously. The mare's brown eyes stared at the predator fearfully. She was a bright, chestnut purebreed, with long, slender legs and an elongated, beautiful muzzle. The wolf grinned a fanged smile and sank his teeth on the animal's neck. Unbeknowst to the wolf, a pair of bright eyes were observing his doing with horror, gazing from the narrow windows of the owlery.
When the vicious animal had been satisfied, the werewolf trotted back into the coverty of the vegetation. He would patiently wait there until another prey came in hand. Perhaps something stunning, something that was to make all Hogwarts speak of him. He pricked his ears, and licked his lips. Just his luck. A complicated shot, but just the kind of prey he had been searching for. A white flash soared silently through the sky.
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"Whinnyyyyyyy!" a loud neigh shattered the calm that reigned exactly during dawn.
Star reared on his stall and raised his head to explode in pure fear. His hands collided with the soft hay that covered the floor of his box. His dark eyes glanced down while his laboured breathing and thumping heart were all that was heard in the quiet stalls. The rest of the horses remaint sleeping, except a few that pricked their ears or raised their heads curiously, to stare at the troubled stallion.
"Star!" yelled a female voice, followed by a worried woman.
Hermione tore open the door and entered the box. Her hands patted the cheeks, and both eyes stared into Star's scrutinizing. The horse seemed to relax visibly, and Hermione smiled more tranquil.
"Lets go for a walk!" the girl commented more calmly, patting the animal's neck comfortingly.
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Ron woke up that morning feeling tired. His bones were hurting slightly, a nagging in the back of his mind kept troubling him. He had the feeling that something was going very wrong, yet was unable to put his finger at it. The boy took a glance at the calendar resting over the table and groaned lightly.
"One more week until full moon?" the werewolf commented rather annoingly.
The pain that was to course through him during the inevitable transformation was noth something that made Ron very keen. The nagging in the back of his head, the slight sore sensation of his bones was something that anticipated his change. He stood up, only to realize he was alone, locked in a room, away from humanity because the rest of the people feared him. Sure, he was a werewolf, but he could control it, or that was what he thought, at least.
The boy changed to his school robes, and groomed himself. Then he proceeded to open the door. When he approached it, he realized it was ajar, swaying calmly back and forth, impulsed by a slight breeze. Ron raised an eyebrow quizically, staring at the door rather amused, yet a light fear was freezing his veins.
"That's odd, it was supposed to be locked..." Ron thought, taking hesitant paces towards the door.
Once upon reaching the wooden object, Ron stood there, staring at it doubtfully. He chose upon opening it, knowing it was the only choice he had. He held the round, golden handle and pulled towards him. The red head emmited a drowned gasp upon seeing the other side of the door. It was full of deep gashes, the lock had been destroyed completely, and stains of dry blood covered the wooden surface.
Ron recoiled fearfully, and took a glance at his nails, which were normal, and slightly bitten down. He then shot a second glance at the door and took a decition. The boy stormed out of it and ran across the dark, murky corridor, as desperate as if Voldemort himself was in pursue of him. He arrived at the clear light of the entrance, and saw a lot of people gathered there, murmurring and whispering alarmed.
"What is going on?" he commented to the nearest person, a young second year from Ravenclaw.
Inmediately, the youngster recoiled, and so did the rest of the people around him. That way, as people realised his pressence, they recoiled, leaving a path for him to approach the source of all this confusion. It annoyed him to be the center of attention, yet was curious to know what had happened.
"Oh no..." Ron moaned, frozen as he was when the terrible vision reached his eyes.
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"What happened to you this morning?" inquired Hermione, in her horse animagus form, staring at the tall, white stallion next to her.
"It's... hard to explain." Star said rather slowly, looking away from Hermione.
"Hard? You are a horse, I mean, your life can't be that difficult." The girl commented, staring at the horse curiously.
"I'm not just a horse!" Star neighed angrily, turning sharply to glare at her.
"So... sorry." Hermione whispered, recoiling sideways and stopping her paces.
"Hum..." Star stopped as well and dropped his head, closing his eyes and breathing calmly "I can go to the world of magic." He said all of a sudden.
"Star?" Hermione tilted her head and stared at the horse, surprised.
"Horrible things are happening, and I don't know how to solve it out, I can't understand them!" Star moaned staring at Hermione sadly.
"Who are you?" Hermione inquired, staring at the horse with suspicion.
Star remaint silent, staring at her through those dark eyes, such deep eyes so full of sadness.
To Be Continued...
AN: Ok, sorry for the delay, but I have been busy with exams, (which also explains why this chappie is so short). Anyways, I hope you are enjoying it, and hope to have next chappie done soon. Please, RR.
