"I can't tell you, but lets say I'm some kind of guide." Star commented almost shrugging.

"A guide? A guide for whom?" Hermione neighed frustrated, confused, and feeling cheated.

"It's complicated, Hermione!" Star snorted, stomping his hoof on the ground, and lowering his head miserably.

"Complicated? I have spent the last nine months living a lie, loving an illusion, hoping the impossible. Now, my horse can not only go to the world of magic, but he is also a guide? You think your life is complicated?" Hermione neighed furiously, rearing lightly and stomping both hooves on the sandy path.

Star inhaled deeply and allowed a large amount of air escape his lungs. His nostrils flared with the air, and his breath lifted a small cloud of dust from the path. Head low, eyes looking down miserably, and ears flattened sadly against his head. Hermione noted this.

"Oh, Star... I'm sorry, this is just too much to take, you see?" Hermione said sincerely regretful at her outburst.

"I'm sorry, Hermione, I know it was not to happen, it should not have happened, but I got emotionally involved with those I must guide..." Star's eyes looked up from his lowered head, and Hermione recoiled as a greenish flash appeared in them.

"The twelveth height leap trial is about to start. May the riders and their horses be ready. First the 80 cm for novices. Julie Maine and Dancer." A voice echoed through the clear woodlands, the comentator's words magnified through the speakers.

"It's starting, let's go get ready! We'll win this time!" Hermione said with a large grin on her long, chestnut muzzle.

"How do you know?" Star raised his head, and eyes Hermione doubtfully.

"Because we never had this deep comprehension before." The mare neighed joyfully, winking through a brown eyes.

Both equines galloped off, down the path, heading back towards the stalls. They did encounter some confused riders, and some clearly suspicious horses, but minded little about them. After all, horses on the loose were nothing from another world.

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Rupert was leaning over the toilet, throwing up everything including his first mouthful of milk. He had spent a rather uneasy night, filled his dreams with terrible nightmares. The aching of his heart was still present in his mind, for it still throbbed inside his chest miserably. The dejected face, the way those eyes bore into him with such intensity, such sadness and such... hatred. The way people around him parted when he came close, as if he were to have something contagious. But still, those deceived eyes. That hurt him beyond knowledge.

No, he thought, something had stabbed his heart until it bled profusely. The girl, the slender and beautiful creature with bushy hair and humanly warm, brown eyes. The feeling still persited inside him, threatening to bite him and eat him whole, drinking all his happiness and draining his hopes. That sentiment of wanting to die, of pleading the woman to take him along, that horrible misery when her figure vanished from under his finger, from under his touch.

"Rupert?" called a feminine voice, as a hand knocked on the door.

The boy leaned over the toilet again and spit a thick, metallic tasting, sour lump of viscous matter. It was a deep crimson, mixed with the lemon and green colour of his bilis. The youth gave it little importance, considering his stomach was much irritated after the busy night he had spent, and several other mornings he had thrown up.

"Curse, if I wasn't sure I'm a guy, I'd think I'm bloody pregnant!" the boy muttered, standing up and washing his face and mouth with water from the sink.

"Rupert? Are you ready?" called the same feminine voice from the other side of the door.

"Coming!" gargled Rupert, his throat still containing water.

Drinking a mouthful of fresh liquid, the boy proceeded outside. Emma was waiting for him, dressed with sportive clothes, and looking thoroughly excited. Rupert grunted a hello, and closed the door of his room during the filming.

"Why do I have to accompany you to that bloody contest?" muttered the boy looking tired and annoyed.

"Because you are a good friend, and knew how much I wanted to go see the trial!" Emma said giddily, leaning flirtingly over Rupert.

"Why can't Dan go?" Rupert moaned, feeling his stomach shake like a washing machine.

"Because he is filming the final scene!" Emma explained, glancing at Rupert slightly exasperated.

"Good, that makes it a week or so till we are finished, I'm bloody waiting for it!" Rupert said more animatedly, placing both arms behind his head, and looking up.

"I think I'll miss this." Emma commented calmly.

"I don't, it's been almost ten years doing this, I need to get a normal life, start a career, get a job, get married and have children!" Rupert said calmly, the image of the girl from his dreams flashing before his eyes, "You know? The first thing I'll do when I finish this will be sell the ferrari and get a normal car, I don't know, perhaps a Hyundai Sonata. Second hand, model from the 96, just to appear like a normal boy."

"That's ridiculous!" Emma said, "Imagine how much people are gonna get shocked when they see the ferrari!"

"I don't want to attract attention, Emma, I need a normal life!" Rupert said with exasperation, a strange guttural growl forming deep inside his throat.

"Ok, Ok, lets go!" Emma raised her arms in defeat, frustrated, yet eyed the boy carefully.

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"Oh goodnes me... Bloody heck, Harry!" Ron trotted down the stars, towards the boy.

Indeed, Harry was kneeling on the floor, his hands were shaking like he was freezing. Tears were trailing down his cheeks, and a terrible pain was constricting his soul. Not a phisical pain, but the kind of pain he was almost accustomed to, the pain of loss. Before him, a torn and battered ball of white feathers stained with crimson, rested stiff and dead a snowy owl. A collection of scratched and small wounds covered her body, and a proffound gash tore her throat, bleeding her to death. She had been cruelly attacked, mercilessly.

"Hedwig..." sobbed Harry, a strangled voice, tears streaming down his face.

"Harry... who would want to attack an owl?" commented Ron, placing a hand upon the boy's shoulder.

Harry simply slapped the hand away and looked up. There was deception, there was pain, there was sadness, and there was hatred laying under those flashing green eyes. Ron recoiled, feeling his heart shatter with the pain, the way Harry was staring at him, he would have laughed if someone had told him Harry would ever use such a glare on him.

"Harry, I didn't do it...!" Ron protested, loking at the boy with pleading eyes.

"I saw you, damn it, I saw you kill that mare, a CHESTNUT MARE!" bellowed Harry, standing up and inflating himself with fury.

Ron almost though he was about to transform and slash him to mincemeat.

"No... no, it couldn't have been me. I loved her!" Ron barked, "You are my best friend, I'd never do something to hurt you!" he claimed again, almost tearfully.

"Look Ron, you have been very unstable since she disappeared, but now you are killing out of vice, what will happen during full moon? Who will be next? Fang? Perhaps a student? Ginny? ME?" Harry snarled, his voice becoming an animalistic growl as he pondered the possibility of transforming.

"NO!" Ron gasped looking around, people were muttering between themselves, and enlarging the gap around Ron. "No..." the boy whispered miserably.

"Get help, Ron, and get it quick, but don't count on me ever again." Harry said, scooping up Hedwig's body and retreating towards the lake.

Ron looked at the retreating figure feeling how the world around him collapsed. People were still peering at him, staring as if he was about to pounce over them and kill them all with a single blow. Perhaps he was. Anger was boiling through his veins, making his body tense almost aching. He looked around, at the people who watched him intensely, and narrowed his eyebrows furuously. Ron was tired of this game, now they would abide by his rules. Raising his head, the werewolf inflated his chest and emmited a deep howl that echoed through the grounds. Inmediately, and with a large chaos and isorder, and several screams, people vanished into the castle to refugee themselves from the wolf.

"Mr. Weasley, I must tell you that I approve of your assistance to the school, for I hall no grudges against your kind. However I must tell you I won't allow you to use your knowledge to scare my students. It will be ten points from Gryffindor." McGonagall said looking angry, she had appeared from the great hall upon hearing the howl.

"Whatever, like I care any longer about a stupid house competition!" Ron growled, snarling at McGonagall when walking inside.

"You will not dare to speak at me like that, young man, it will be detention for you!" the woman snapped looking visibly alarmed.

"Detention? And who would dare to do detention with me? You proffesor? After all, I'm a murderer." Ron said with a sad smile, and walked towards the great hall.

McGonagall watched the werewolf vanishing into the shadows of the castle. Suddenly she was looking older, more battered than she had ever been, tired. The young, loyal boy was fading into misery as the minute passed, sinking to the dark side as people around him mistrusted him. She was conscious of Potter's reaction towards the wolf, and knew that would destroy the good that rested in both, man and wolf, only to turn the hybrid to the wrong path.

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Rupert was terribly bored. As much as he though this animals were magnificent, beautiful and all that, he considered that it was the most boring sport he had ever had the curse to see. Horse after horse, rider after rider, they did the same thing, the same path, the same steps, except a few that fell off, and a third that though it was a derby.

"Next, for the trial of two metres fifty, Hermione Granger and Starbreeze!" the comentator's voice boomed.

A white horse flashed past, and Rupert's eyes looked up abruptly upon hearing the woman's name. There it was, a young girl of around eighteen, mounting gracefully over the equine. Her bushy hair was tied on a ponytail, and a black helmet was placed upon it. Her eyes were warm like chocolate, and her face was concentrate. She bit her lower lip as she stopped the horse, saluted, and kicked off at a gallop to head for the first jump.

Rupert experienced a very strange sensation blooming in his heart.

To Be Continued...

AN: Ok, sorry for the delay, but I've been with my exams and I'm having trouble for working on this. I want to start a new story about Sirius coming from the past, just have this wonderful ending planned out. Anyways, I have this curious ending planned out too. I'll get to finish this soon, however, as soon as I'm done with my exams (this friday).