A/N: As promised, here is another chapter! Thanks to K1D and fons19 for the feedback! 3 more chapters to go for the PoA part of this story. :D Let's get this chapter started!

Warning: Swearing

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Chapter 12 ~ His Fear

"Alright class! Get in a line!" A man with brown hair said to the class with a smile as big as orange slices. He was the new and brilliant Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, professor Remus Lupin. Everyone thought he was the best professor they ever had. He came up with fun lessons to students of all years, and they've all succeeded with flying colors. It's like he was a prankster, when we was still a young lad, but he matured as time went by.

After a few students came and go, it was finally Harry's turn. Ron was right behind Harry and whisper to him, "Good luck, mate." Harry turned around and smiled at Ron's encouragement. He came up to confront his boggart.

"Wand at the ready!" Professor Lupin said. The boggart started to change shapes and forms. It finally found the perfect match, and there came out a Dementor. The black cloaked creature went up to Harry, ready to suck his soul right out of him. Harry just stood there, shocked to see the thing he feared, which sas fear itself.

Before professor Lupin could run up and save Harry, Ron stepped right in front of Harry. This time, Ron was to the one who was going to be confronted by his fear. The boggart started changing it's form.

He saw the full moon and a humanoid figure that was surprisingly taller than him. It was a werewolf with fur, that was the color of blood. The werewolf had dull dark blue eyes. It was tall and muscular. The long thick claws were the color of ebony. It snarled at Ron, showing off it's long sharp dangerous canine teeth, from it's nuzzle.

All of a sudden, Ron thought about that horrid image of Hermione. Her smooth pale skin, covered with tears and an opened mouth.

N-No..

Ron couldn't think of anything funny, at the moment. All he could think about was an image of a frightened Hermione.

'Come on, Ron!' He scolded himself.

"RIDDIKULUS!" The full moon turned into a balloon and the werewolf turned into a small frog hopping back into the closet. Ron took deep breaths panting vigorously. Remus had his eyes wide open and told the class they were all dismissed.

"Ron, please stay.." The professor said to him. Ron waved goodbye to Hermione and Harry, then approached professor Lupin.

He waved his wand at the door for it to shut close, and he casted a series of silencing charms.

"I'm so proud of you, standing up for Harry. Remarkable you are.. 15 points for Gryffindor." He smiled at Ron. The professor cleared his throat.

"It's alright, Ron. I know you're a werewolf.. So am I. You're not alone, ya know.." Remus informed Ron. The red haired boy smiled by the information, wanting to ask so much questions.

"R-really? Brilliant! Show me everything to help me with controlling my powers!" Ron remarked happily.

"I'm afraid, I am a different lycan from you.." He said looking at Ron's disappointed face. "Wh-what do you mean?" Ron questioned him.

"Your inner werewolf is triggered from your negative emotion. Mine is triggered by the full moon. You're an Abnormal

Werewolf, while I am a Normal Werewolf.." He said to the boy with flaming red hair.

"But, you can still teach me, right?" He asked him.

"Yes. Yes I can." Remus said. "Would you like to begin?" Ron nodded yes in response. He was inducted to sit on the ground in front of him.

"Think about a very bad memory. Recent or past.."

Ron thought about his nightmare he dreamt of during his family's stay at the Leaky Cauldron. His expression changed dramatically into an expression being out anger and sadness.

"Replace it with the happiest memory you have."

He thought about the time Harry and Hermione became his best friend. He smiled at the thought. If he could wish for anything, his wish was to relive that moment.

"It's a little technique I was thought from my uncle. My aunt had a short temper and my uncle was prepared to calm her down with the method we just did. It was a success." Remus told Ron.

"Must've been nice being normal for a while." Ron said with sorrow in his tone.

"My life was never normal. It went downhill when I was 5. That's when I was bitten by Fenrir Greyback."

"You too? That bloody Fenrir Greyback's a menace. He should be punished for his horrid crimes on infecting children at a young age." Ron spat out with venom.

"Ronald, take a deep breath.." Ron obeyed.

There was a brief moment of silence.

"I think Hermione's having suspicions about me being a werewolf. She keeps on asking me question, that could obviously lead her to the conclusion of me being a bloody werewolf." Ron said out of the frustrations he had with Hermione for the past weeks.

"Just try not to show any of them." He advised him. Ron nodded his head.

"Well, see you around professor." Ron grabbed onto the handle of his satchel and went off to find Hermione and Harry.

"There you are, Ron! Why did professor Lupin discuss with you?" Hermione asked him.

"Well, he congratulated me in my bravery for protecting Harry. He gave 15 points to Gryffindor as well!" Ron said to them, not wanting to spill the beans of their real conversation. Werewolf to werewolf.

They were walking to lunch, until they saw Malfoy and his goons, Goyle and Crabbe, right beside him like bodyguards.

"Oi! It's Potty, Weasel, and Mudblood! A mismatched trio of prats." Malfoy remarked. Goyle and Crabbe laughed at his stupid joke.

Ron was starting to breathe heavily at the sight of Draco.

"Aww, the Weasel is afraid of a doggy!" Malfoy smirked.

Ron was about to punch him explicitly to his pale face, but Harry took hold of him.

"Ron, he's not worth it.." Hermione whispered to him softly.

"Get outta the way, filthy little Mudblood." Hermione's lips pursed trying to hold back her tears.

"Get the fuck away from her, arsehole," Ron said darkly, as his eyes turned a darker shade of blue.

"I can do whatever I want, Weasel. I have enough galleons to sue your whole family!" Draco bragged, trying his best not to run away from Ron's glare on him.

"Well, fuck you too," Ron growled at him.

"Your hand-me-downs won't save you now, Weasel!" Draco snarled at him.

"I don't give a single fuck. I won't bow down to the likes of you! Go ahead and fuck my family up. You know us Weasley's will stand tall, even if we are poor." Ron retorted at him. There was a rift of silence between the blonde and the red haired boy.

"My father will hear about this.." With that, Draco and his henchmen went off to the Slytherin Commons.

"Dumbarse.." Ron mumbled and turned around to face his two best friends.

"Ron, that was stupid of you to act like that!" Hermione said with worried in her tone.

"You can thank me later.." Ron walked away from the both of them, both in the mood to interact with anyone.

He stumbled upon Dumbledore who had a smile on his face.

"Hello, Ronald." He greeted Ron. "Hello, professor." He greeted back.

"Repeat after me.." Dumbledore whispered to him.

"Locus.." He blew on the tip of his wand and teleported. Ron repeated the words, "Locus.." He blew on the tip of his wand and was teleported away into a room.

The room he was teleported in had a fireplace, which was illuminating the whole place up. The flooring was polished over pine wood. There were red carpets as well. There were three study desk and a big comfy couch in front of the fireplace. The room was shaped as a square.

But, the last thing he noticed were the portraits that were hung in the corner of the room.

It was moving pictures of the trio in their first and second year. There were 5 blank picture frames.

"Wicked." He breathed out. "How did you do this?" Ron asked.

"I made the spell with a

"This room is all yours. I figured you needed your own private little room, to clear your thoughts. Harry and Hermione are allowed in this room as well. Just tell them the spell, and they'll arrive here." The wise old man with a long silver bear said to the flaming red-haired boy.

"What if someone attempts to come in here, but they're not allowed?" Ron questioned him.

"Then, they will blast with the spell, confound us charm." He replied. He looks out of the vertical window.

"To get out of this, just repeat the same spell." With that, Dumbledore teleported out of the room.

'Things are about to get interesting..' Ron said to himself and started to explore the room.

Hermione sat in the Commons flipping through the pages of the Defence Against the Dark Arts book. She landed on page 394. It talked about werewolves. She was immediate, intrigued by it and started to read about it.

Lycans, or most commonly defined as, werewolves, are those who are half wolf and half human.

There are two types of werewolves:

Abnormal Werewolves: A rare type of can. Its transformation is triggered by the user's negative emotions, instead of the full moon. Whenever the person is angry, the color of their eyes will become a darker shade.

Hermione stopped reading at that very spot.

'No. He can't be..' Hermione thought to herself, shocked by the conclusion she had just made.