A/N: Sorry for not updating on Monday. My week has been a little hectic, but I'm sure I'll be back on track next week! Btw, am I the only Potterhead without Harry Potter and the Cursed Child book? I went to Walmart and Barns and Nobles to get a copy of it, but guess what? They were all sold out! Now I have to wait for the book for like a week, because I ordered it online. Shout out to WeasleyIsMyKing540 for the suggestions. Thanks for your help! Thanks to JeanAndBilius, fons19, ShilenKnight, loverhr, Crazy Tulip, philphillips and Orange Chicken for your breathtaking reviews! This chapter will be revealing important stuff in future chapters!

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Chapter 30 ~ Ron's Bad News

"What is it?" Ron asked the three of them, finally arriving at Dumbledore's office which was in a series of silencing charms.

"Mister Weasley," Dumbledore started, as he stood in front of his desk which was full of knick knacks and muggle sweets. "It's about Voldemort."

Ron could feel his heart hammering per beat. He could feel cold sweat forming around his forehead and he could feel the back of his neck hairs sticking out. He flinched by the saying of his name. Ron held onto the nearest chair.

"He's not very happy, that you escaped from his two Death Eaters." Dumbledore said.

"Ron," Ginny jumped into the conversation. "This could be a risk for all of us. Especially Harry, Hermione-"

"Okay, I get it," Ron cut her off, not wanting to hear the words risk or harm next to Hermione as if they were close neighbors. He closed his eyes to try and collect himself.

"Mister Weasley," Dumbledore said to him. Ron looked at him. "For your safety, you are prohibited from going to Hogsmeade."

"Wh-what?" Ron stuttered. His eyes widened in shock. "But professor, today is the Hogsmeade visit!"

"I'm sorry, Mister Weasley," Dumbledore's cerulean blue eyes softened at the sight of the red-orange haired werewolf. "It is for your safety. Death Eaters could attack there to find you."

Ron blinked rapidly a couple of times. He sighed and closed his eyes. He gingerly took a seat on the comfy chair.

"Professor, when will Ron be able to go to Hogsmeade?" Ginny asked the wise elder.

"Till we have further notice that Death Eaters aren't a threat around the area," he replied.

"Which is never," Ron shrugged. Gonnt sat right beside him, as Harry followed along with her. Ginny took the clammy hands of his older brother and sighed out. Ron slowly looked up and saw the worried eyes of his baby sister.

"Ron," Ginny started. "Harry and I will promise to get you packs of chocolate frogs."

Ron smiled. "Can you sneak me a pack of licorice wands and sugar quills?" Ron whispered over to her."

"I heard that!" Harry exclaimed. Ron and Ginny softly chuckled.

"Shut it, you git!" Ginny playfully shoved Harry.

"Not until you do it first," Harry said with a smug face.

"Watch your mouth, Potter," Ginny snapped at him, as she looked over at him with a playfully expression. A little blush could be seen on Harry's cheeks, as well as Ginny's. Ron eyed them with suspicion. He had a look of disgust at seeing his baby sister and best mate flirting from the looks of it.

"Oi! I have an eye on you, mate," Ron blurted out. Harry looked his best mate. He nervously laughed.

Dammit, I like Cho Chang. Not Ginny Weasley! I like Cho Chang. Thought Ginny is great and she- SNAP OUT OF THIS BULLSHIT POTTER, Harry had an internal fight over his feelings he couldn't quite comprehend.

After the brief moment between the three of them, Dumbledore spoke out, "Mister Potter and Miss Weasley,," He looked at Harry and Ginny. "Please excuse us and Mister Weasley. I have something I must tell him in private."

Harry and Ginny both nodded at him and waved Ron a goodbye. Soon, Ron was left with the Headmaster, Dumbledore.

"I have received a letter from Remus Lupin," Dumbledore started. "There is something you must know, Mister Weasley.."

Shit, this isn't going to be good, Ron's breathing pattern became constricted suddenly.

"You're an Abnormal Werewolf, am I correct?" Dumbledore asked him, as he petted his pet phoenix, Fawkes.

Ron unconsciously gulped. "Y-yes, sir."

Ron swore he saw the eyes of Dumbledore flashed with sadness.

"As an Abnormal Werewolf, they will start to experience minor or major side effects," Dumbledore said. "When they reach of the age of 15, they will start to experience these effects that could be critical to their behavior."

"What are the side effects?" Ron questioned Dumbledore, wary of the subject at hand. He was going to turn 15 in 2 months. Little beads of sweat glistened on his forehead. He shifted uncomfortably on his chair. He felt his blood slowly running cold suddenly.

"They'll start to crave raw meat. Any kind of raw meat," The wise old man said to him,

Ron's eyes widened slightly. Raw bloody meat? He started to think deep into the meaning. Raw meat like pigs, cows, chickens and - NO! He didn't want to think of that. He gulped nervously under the stare of the Headmaster.

"I know what you are think of, Mister Weasley," Dumbledore said to him. "Yet, I fear there are more abnormal behavior an Abnormal Werewolf will obtain in that age."

Ron nodded his head so Dumbledore could painfully continue the bad news to him. "They will start to experience they own sanity dripping away from them, very slowly. When the last drop of their sanity is gone, they'll start to think very dark thoughts. Thoughts one could have never thought one could ever think of. Thoughts that will contribute to their bloodlust."

Ron felt like he was going to puke right there in front of one of the greatest wizards in the whole Wizarding world. He felt a wave of nausea wash over his frozen body. His blood ran completely cold. His heart thumped loudly. He nervously tapped his left foot.

"I-Is there a way to stop it?" Ron stuttered.

"Yes," Dumbledore said with a smile. He continued on, "Unless the werewolf is near it's mate."

"Mate?" Ron eyed him weirdly.

"In the life of a werewolf, they will meet someone they will cherish forever, ultimately having them as their mates," He elaborated. "Mates a VERY crucial to an Abnormal Werewolf. Without them, they would go absolutely berserk."

Then, a sudden realization hit Ron. The realization hit him as hard as 2 bludgers. His mate was bloody, Hermione Fucking Granger! His crystal blue eyes widened. She was the only one who could truly calm him down. She was the one who accept him as a bloody monster!

Dumbledore smiled. "If you're thinking that your mate is Miss Granger. You may be correct."

"So, you're saying that Hermione will save me from being at barmy werewolf?"

"Yes, Mister Weasley, yes."

Ron didn't know how to feel about this. He fancied Hermione for Merlin knows long. Bossy, prim and proper, know-it-all bookworm, Hermione Granger was the one! Ron felt like fainting. Bloody fucking hell! The red-orange hair sighed out in frustration. His crystal blue eyes darkened, as dark thoughts surrounded him like a swarm of annoying buzzing bees.

What if she doesn't feel the same about me? She'll reject me and laugh at me.

Who would want to love someone like me? No one of bloody course!

She has the Bulgarian bastard, Vicky Scum. Hell, maybe s

Ron ended his thoughts with a sour note.

"I'll be heading off, professor. Thank you," Ron mumbled. Dumbledore nodded his head.

Ron left the office feeling utterly gloom and useless.

"'Ello, me love," A boy said with a smug face to the girl who sat reading a book, enjoying the warmth of fire that illuminated throughout the room.

"Hello," She whispered quietly.

"Ve are 'bout to 'ead ov to Hogsmeade," He reminded her. "Ez he goin' to come along?"

She could see the suspicion sparkle in his untrusting eyes. She sighed sadly.

"Vhu are you zad? Are you telling 'im-"

"No! No I'm not."

"I've got an eye on you, vitch," The boy whispered over to her in a dangerously low and menacing voice. "Tell 'im, and I vill do it."

The girl whimpered out, as he continued his threat. "You don't von't 'im goin' around killin'."

"N-No.. I wouldn't want that."

"Good!" Now let uz go."

With that, they went off to Hogsmeade. Leaving the boy with an evil smirk, creeping along his misjudgment features.

A/N: Thanks for reading! See you on Monday! :D