One Bite (Blairon)

A Forgotten Dream

Ron woke up in a dark forest. It was a half moon and its light was protruding through a few trees. He stood up slowly and looked around. It was dark and his surroundings all took on a black hue. He tried to call out to Harry and Hermione but nothing came out his mouth. It was as if something was logged in his throat and he couldn't feel it. "Welcome, Master." He heard a faintly familiar voice cooe. He wiped his around but no one was there. A cloud of black smoke started forming in front of him, he tried to jump back but his feet wouldn't move, he was rooted to the ground. The cloud materialized into a women with curly, strawberry blonde hair, pale skin, strong cheekbones and blood red eyes. Wait, she's the one from the train! "We've been looking for you for a long time, Ronald Weasley." She said. Ron tried to speak, but the words remained pounding against his throat. "You're very special to us, young one." She whispered, taking long strides around him. "I'm sure you know of the prophecy about the Half-Blood?" She asked. "Harry?" He finally choked.
"Yes, yes. The Potter boy." She said soothingly. "It is told that prophecies never cease. When one falls, another will arise." The blonde women smiled malevolently. "You, Ronald Weasley. A Pure-Blood, are the great-great-great-
great-great great grandson of Sanguis Thornhold the 1st." Ron blinked. "Sanguis meaning blood in Latin, young one." She informed. "The first, wizard-vampire to ever walk the face of the Earth." She whispered. She then began to chant something Ron couldn't even try to understand;

"In medulla est sanguis sanguinem nervus integer scissa perdit sanguis refert. In primis animi puritatem regis fines sanguinem sanguine miles!"

Ron woke up with a start. He looked around the room frantically. Neville was still sleeping but everyone else seemed to have gone. He tried to think back to the dream but everything was still fuzzy. Until he heard a high pitched scream coming from the common room bellow, and shortly after a loud thud. Out of curiosity, Ron climbed out of his bed and walked downstairs, occasionally wiping of the cold beads of sweat on his forehead. "I can't believe you!" Shouted a voice he recognized as Ginny was she shouting at? "You are an ABSOLUTE DICK HARRY POTTER!" She shouted. Hearing the name Ron took off in a run and bearly missed a plant pot that was supposedly meant for Harry. "What's going on?" Ron whispered to Seamus who was sitting in the corner with Dean and Parvati, watching the scene play out. "Harry broke up with her." He muttured back. Ron turned to watch, Ginny had just acquired Neville's Herbology book and had thrust it at the boy who lived. "Ginny, I'm sorry but is this really necessary?" Harry asked in and exasperated, almost pleading voice. "You know what's not necessary!? Breaking up with me in front of the whole common room?!" Ginny screached. "In my defense, you're kinda the one attracting all the attention by throwing (dodge), things (dodge) at-OW, Me!" He said, dodging a few Wizards Chess pieces but eventually ending up with one to the face. "So now you find me attractive, seeing as I'm 'attracting' so much attention?!" She shouted. "No! Ginny, listen to me-OUCH!" Harry replied, right before stubbing his toe. "Ginny!" Ron intervened. "WHAT?! Are you now gonna tell me something apparently necessary?!" She asked, pointing an accusing finger at her brother. "No, no. Just, please go and cool off." He sighed. "I-I-UGH!"
And with that Ginny stomped back up to the girl's dormitories. "You alright mate?" Ron asked Harry who was still nursing his foot. "Yeah," Harry murmured back. After letting his foot heal in between informing Ron on the events of that morning, Ron and Harry put on their Gryffindor hoodies and left for breakfast, to find Hermione already there. "Morning." She beamed. Before Harry and Ron could say morning back she spoke again. "So, I was thinking we head to the library today seeing as it's Saturday and do some research to get a better understanding of Ron's.....situation." She told them.

"Eat quickly!" She urged. Ron hadn't even started sipping from the flask waiting for him before Hermione got impatient and grabbed the pair of them and dragged them out of the Great Hall. "Blimey Hermione! Slow down." Harry huffed. Hermione mearly just rolled her eyes. Just as they were about to turn a corner in their brisk walk, Hermione bumped square into Malfoy and stumbled back. "Watch where you're going Mu-Granger!" He sneered. "I dare you to finish that sentence Malfoy!" Ron spat, angry at the (almost) use of the rude name. "Shove off Weasley!" Zabini said. "Aw, Malfoy. D'you still need bodyguards to protect you?" Ron taunted. Malfoy turned the slightest bit red. "Ron!" Hermione shouted, hitting his arm. "Shut up, you little Weasle!" Malfoy spat. "Or what?!" Ron asked. "Weasley I swear, stop it!?" Zabini said, in what he tried to make a calm voice. "What, you gonna run  back to your parents and tell them to come hurt me?" He smirked. Blaise, if possible, went pale. His expression blank. Ron on the other hand was confused at the retaliation he got. Instead of the come back or insult that he had expected from the Slytherin, Zabini just turned on his heal and quickly walked away.
"That was low, Weasley. Even for you." Parkinson croaked before following her friend in a run. Malfoy just stood there, shaking his head low.
He glared at Ron, then gave Harry and Hermione the smallest smile before following the other two. "Ron! You're a jerk, you know that?!" Harry shouted. "It's not my fault the git insulted Hermione!" Ron shouted back. "He didn't even say the full word!" Hermione screached. "And Zabini did nothing yet you still insulted him!" Hermione added. "What about that was insulting, if anything it's true." Ron quipped. Hermione gave a long sigh and pinched her nose. "The Zabini's, along with the Nott's, Crabbe's and Lucius Malfoy were all given the Dementor's Kiss during the summer. It was in The Daily Prophet and The Quibbler." She whispered. "He doesn't have parents."
Harry's eyes lowered and he nodded in understanding whereas Ron stood rooted on the ground, his mouth firmly shut and really dry. "I (clears throat). I didn't know." He said. "Well even if you did know you shouldn't go around saying stuff like that!" Said Hermione angrily. It was now Ron's turn to go a bit red in the face. "I-I'm sorry." He said and Hermione just crossed her arms. "It's not me you should be saying sorry to. I'll be in the library." She said, giving Ron a glare before walking away. "Harry-"
"She's right mate. Apologies, then come talk to me." Harry sighed and left in the direction of the library.
Making up his mind, Ron followed the direction the Slytherin Trio had gone, forgotteting all about the lucid dream that visited him in his sleep that very morning, and about the itching feeling in his chest during the whole argument.