Well, dealt with a severe problem since the last chapter... I encountered my own personal Ronald Weasley... And life is a little depressing.. But I'll get over it, cause 'Tis the season to be jolly.

Now, on a happier note.

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MERRY CHRISTMAS!

And Happy 17th Birthday to me! :D (Yes you SHOULD send me Christmas\Birthday presents! Haha ;P)

I haven't even opened my Christmas presents yet because I wanted to get this chapter uploaded first. :) Yes, I love you guys more then my Christmas presents.. And that's saying a lot haha.

Most of this chapter is going to be about the story of Klatius Custa\Professor Atticus Klaus. So you'll know what made him how he is. It's a sad story, and you might feel a little sorry for him.. I know I did when I was writing it, but I promise you there's no need feeling sorry for him now. He's pure evil lol.

And I know, that people really aren't going to want a chapter about Professor Klaus, because they want more of Draco\Hermione\Ron then anything, but I think it's time we finally discovered what made him how he is today.

Wow, I'm rambling, I should shut up and let you read the chapter.

Professor Klaus was currently standing in the shadows, going unnoticed by everyone as they went into panic mode, sending off locating spells, and tracker wizards in search of the escaped convict.

The Weasley parents were sobbing as the realization really sunk in; their son was a rapist, an abuser, a criminal...

"How could he do this?" Molly Weasley had screamed through her tears, feeling betrayal and anger pouring through her body.

Klaus smirked slightly, at her words, his gaze moving to Hermione, eyes raking up and down her body.

"The more proper question is; what took him so long?" He chuckled darkly, his eyes filled with want.

With his heightened senses he could hear every single whisper that was uttered throughout the room.

"I can't believe Ron actually raped her!" Many would say, their shock obvious even through their hushed voices.

"I still think Hermione's a slut." Came the haughty words of Lavender Brown, her voice pinched and cocky as she spoke to her small crowd of 'followers'.

"I still think she's lying in some way." A small few would whisper, before being told to shut up by their friends.

"Fools." Professor Klaus muttered, disgust dripping from his voice as he left the room quietly, sparing one last glance at Hermione.

Draco hugged Hermione tightly, trying to convince both her and himself that everything would be okay.

"I thought that after today it would all be over, but he's still out there." She whispered brokenly, burying her head in his shoulder.

"I know baby, I did too. But he's not in Hogwarts anymore, he can't touch you if he's not here." He said soothingly, hoping to calm her fear.

"But what if he moves on to other victims! What if some other innocent girl gets raped?" She asked, her ever present selflessness shining through once more.

"Though I despise giving him any sort of compliment, I know for a fact that that won't happen. He truly believes that he is in love with you, and will remain truly faithful, he hasn't had sex with any other girl since that day." He muttered, his grip tightening slightly as he remembered Hermione walking through the door all bruised and bloody.

"How would you know?" She mumbled, her voice muffled slightly by his chest.

"I had him followed almost 24\7 before he was put into the coma. He might have touched them sexually, but he never actually had sex with them, to him that's showing his devotion to you." He whispered as she sighed.

"I just hope they find him soon." She said sadly, biting her lip.

He nodded his head in agreement as he kissed her temple softly and entwined their fingers.

"I love you Mya."

"I love you too Dray."

Ron roughly landed on a concrete floor, his breath leaving his lungs in a loud puff as he slammed onto the cold ground.

'That didn't feel very good.' Ron thought to himself as he coughed, his eyes still squeezed shut.

"State your name boy." A gruff voice sounded from directly above him.
His eyes shot open to see a group of at least fifteen men circling around him, their wands aimed at his chest.

"R-Ron We-Weasley." He squeaked, his heart starting to race in fear.

'It was a trap! I can't believe I fell for this!' He thought, expecting one of them to fire an unforgivable at any moment.

Yet, as he spoke his name they dropped their wands and took a step back.

"We've been expecting you." The same man from before spoke, holding out a hand to help Ron to his feet.

"Yes, Master has been extremely excited for your arrival." Another man whispered, his voice much more high pitched then the other mans.

"Professor Klaus is your master?" He asked, as they laughed.

"No. Professor Klaus is your teacher, his real name... Is Klatius Custa." He spoke, as Ron came to a complete stand-still, the blood draining from his face.

"Klatuis Custa? As in the 'evil of all evils'?" Ron croaked out, his fear growing worse by the second as they all nodded.

He knew the story of Klatius Custa very well...

Many many years ago, there was a young boy by the name of Klatius Custa. He lived with his mother and his older brother in a small cottage by a forest.
His mother had warned him many times of that forest. "Never ever go into the forest after midnight, all of the creatures come out then." She'd tell him, and he always listened, until one night when he could not sleep and had grown restless.
"There's probably nothing there." He whispered to himself as he climbed out of bed.

After sneaking out of the house he came to the forest edge, and looked up at the sinister trees looming over him.

He gulped, and took a small step back before huffing and taking a big step forward.

"I can do this, I'm 9 years old. I'm a big boy." He mumbled, before running into the trees.

He could see clearly, the full moon was shining brightly through the tree limbs, causing a eerie glow over every; branch, leaf, and twig.

He shivered slightly, but kept on, making sure he walked in a straight line so he wouldn't get lost.

Suddenly, he heard heavy breathing behind him and froze, feeling the hot air sliding down his back, they were close.
Slowly, he turned, and came face to snout with a snarling werewolf.

A scream of utter terror ripped from his throat as he turned and ran as fast as he could away from the beast.

He heard the creature growling loudly from behind him as he ran, it was catching up fast.

'Please don't let me die tonight. I can't have my mommy disappointed in me.' Was his only thought as he ran, tears streaming down his face.

He felt claws dig into his shoulder, through both muscle and bone and cried out in agony, instantly being forced to his knees from the pressure.

He could feel the blood running down his arm, as the werewolf leaned over him, his mouth opening wide as he went to take the first fatal bite.

"I love you mommy." The boy whispered, tensing up as he prepared for the beast to bite down.

Suddenly the claws were ripped from his body as the creature was thrown back from him, a loud hiss filling the air.

A human hiss.

He looked up and saw a man standing there, his eyes shining gold, fangs bared as he blocked the boy from the wolfs view.

Klatius slowly started to crawl away, fighting back a scream every time he placed any weight on his now useless arm.

He heard the two creatures begin to fight, terrifying growls ripping through the air as they brawled.

'Please let me get back to my mommy. Please please please.' He thought, forcing himself to get up and run.
The sickly sounds of the fight slowly faded away as he kept running hoping and praying that the creatures would not find him.

"Klatius!" He heard a woman scream, and he looked to his left to see his mother running at him, his older brother by her side.

"Mommy!" He yelled, relief rushing through his body as he ran to her.

"Oh my baby! You've been hurt." She cried, ripping off her robe to wrap his arm carefully.

"I'm so sorry mommy, I promise I'll never disobey you again." He cried, from the pain, the fear, and the relief.

"Atticus pick up your brother, we have to get him back to the house." She spoke as he nodded.

Atticus bent down to gently pick Klatius up, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead as he did so.

"You're gonna be okay, I promise." The 18 year old spoke, tears filling his eyes at his baby brothers pain.

"Atticus, I'm not going to be okay. I know I'm not." The young boy spoke, a whole new pain crashing into him as realization rushed through him.

"What do you mean?" His mother, and brother spoke in unison, their voices fearful.

"It was a werewolf mom. I got scratched by a werewolf, under the full moon." His voice broke, knowing he would change eventually.

They both froze, their hearts dropping to their stomachs as he said this, they both knew what this meant.

"I'll have to leave you.. I can't live with you anymore. I'm not safe. I'm so so sorry momma." He didn't feel like a big boy anymore, he didn't want to ever be a big boy. He just wanted to stay in his mommy's arms forever.

"Atticus you went to Hogwarts, is there any possible way to prevent this?"His mother asked, her voice wavering as she cried.

Atticus sadly shook his head no, wishing that there was.

Out of nowhere, his mother was thrown to the ground by the same vampire who had saved him, a sickening crack filling the air as he snapped her neck and sank his fangs into her jugular vein.

"NO!" Atticus screamed, setting Klatius down and running over, attempting to pull the creature off of his mother.

The vampire turned, blood dripping from his lips as he kissed, spraying droplets onto Atticus's face.

Atticus looked at Klatius sadly, knowing they stood no chance against the creature.

"I love you Klatius, and so does mom. Never forget that." He whispered, just as the vampire lunged.

"No! Atticus!" Klatius screamed, his tears pouring sevenfold.

But he knew his brother was dead as well as his mother, if only he had listened, it never would have happened.

"GET AWAY FROM HIM!" He growled out, pulling himself up weakly and pounding his small fist into the vampire's back.

The vampire laughed as he looked at the small boy attempting to hurt him, but paused as he took in a whiff of his blood.

His eyes instantly clouded over in blood lust, he had never smelled such tempting blood in his life!

He turned his body towards the small boy, smirking as he cowered in fear. But as he leaned towards him, he made no attempt at escaping.

"Why do you not run?" He whispered, his voice sickly sweet, a voice that would pull anyone in.

The small child looked up at him, his eyes wide and innocent, tears streaming down his face, blood caked on his cheek.

"You killed, the most important people in my life. I don't want to be alive anymore. Just please don't make it hurt." He whispered, leaning his head back and exposing his neck to the creature before him.

"You will not die tonight." He whispered, before sinking his fangs into the boys neck, only taking a small amount of blood before resealing the wound.

Klatius opened his mouth to say something, but felt himself grow extremely dizzy, and with one last bleary look at his dead family members, the world around him turned black and he fell to the cold forest floor.

When he opened his eyes, he was in a dark musty room. The room was very small-barely fitting the small cot that Klatius was currently sprawled out on- a barred window gave only a small amount of light to the room, and yet, Klatius could see perfectly.

He felt an unknown strength running through his veins, coursing through him like a drug. And with that strength he felt a change of attitude, like he was a completely different person.

No longer did he have a childlike innocence about him, the change had aged him.
A darkness resided inside of him now, an evil, lurking just beneath the surface.

A moment later, he noticed that the wound in his shoulder was completely sealed, three silver parallel scars in it's place.

Slowly, he stood up, and came to realize he had grown at least nine inches, and his normally short hair, had grown out to his shoulders.

"What's happened?" He whispered to himself in shock, he knew both the symptoms of a werewolf change, and a vampire change, but this made no sense.

"Hello, my child." A sultry voice suddenly whispered from behind him. He whipped around to see a woman pressing her face against the bars of the window, her golden blonde hair, seemingly glowing from the light of the crescent moon.

"Who are you?" He asked, his voice coming out deep and alluring.

"I am Anissa," She spoke. "The man who bit you is my husband."

"Why didn't he just kill me?" He asked, biting his lip as he thought of his family.

"Because he sensed a power deep within you, dying to be awakened, and with your new found powers-once you have been properly trained- you will be unstoppable." She smiled at him, reaching her arm down and running her long slender fingers through his hair.

"What if I don't want to be unstoppable?" He shouted, yanking himself away from her.

"You have no choice in the matter, now that my husband has bitten you, you will feel a calling to do as he pleases. His wish, is your command." She hissed, baring her fangs.

"I want to go back to my mother." He yelled, feeling anger building inside of him, near bursting point.

"Well your mommy's dead, the ugly hag is better off that way if you ask me." She smirked, her shrill laugh cutting through the air.

Klatius saw red, and before he knew what was happening he had jumped through the bars and had his hands wrapped around the woman's neck.

"Never speak of my mother that way! EVER!" He growled, venom pooling in his mouth.

She was smart enough to look scared as his hands tightened around her throat, nearly snapping her neck.

He smirked as he looked down at her, loving the feeling of his new found strength.

A growl sounded from behind them, and Klatius looked back to see the man that changed him charging at him.

Before he even thought about moving he had jumped behind the man, causing him to land on top of his wife.

"You can't catch me." Klatius taunted, a sadistic smile spreading across his face.

The man lunged again, but by the time he landed, Klatius had already moved.

"I Command you to stop!" He shouted, and Klatius instantly felt a pull inside of him to obey just like Anissa said.
But he was too strong, and he easily ignored it.

"I don't answer to you." He hissed, as their eyes widened.

"No vampire has been able to disobey their masters call before." Anissa whispered, her voice shaky.

"I'm not just a vampire, I also have werewolf and wizard blood running through my veins." He smirked, and with a flick of his wrist the building behind him burst into flames.

"What have I created?" The male vampire muttered hoarsely.

"God." Klatius smirked, before lunging.

And within seconds, both vampires.. Were dead, A pile of ashes in their place.

"I think I'm going to enjoy this." Klatius smiled, his fists clenched at his sides.

A little over dramatic I know, but I really thought it best to make his story as dark and dramatic as possible. It doesn't have a proper ending about him turning completely evil I'm aware, but I really felt the need to end it there.

Not gonna lie, all of the sadistic-ness was me venting. I feel slightly better.

I know it sucks... I at least have a proper excuse this time... I will explain a short story of what happened in a Private Message if you wish.

I hope you enjoyed reading!

I swear the next chapter will have Draco\Hermione\Ron! lol.

Review? I think you should.

And once again, MERRY CHRISTMAS everyone.