Full Summary:

Years after Voldemorts death, life continues to go on peacefully in Hogwarts school of Witch Craft and Wizardry. That is for everyone but Jack O'Neil. Jack has been flooded with dreams of a mysterious girl. Do these dreams have anything to do with the someone hidden in a secret room of the school? With the help of his favourite lighting-bolt scarred Professor and a rather goofy bestfriend, Jack is ready to solve this strange mystery, only after he drives Snape insane.

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HI.

So...starting a fanfiction is always tough. You want to get the attention of the readers with a good summary, a good title, and good story. You wait and wait, checking your e-mails every chance you get, ever time you connect to a computer, just to see if you got a review.

Dumbledore and Snape are still alive. Harry is in the story, and Ron may be a future feature too, as well as some Fred and George of course, which means they are both still alive, and not dead because who the hell kills one of the twins that's just wrong! .\/.

XD. Anywhootles.

The song Jack is singing, is I Want Her (She's So Heavy.) by the wonderful band The Beatles. It inspired me to write this story for you all, far and wide! XD. I serious turned it on whent, "HEY I SHOULD WRITE A HARRY POTTER FANFICTION!" So I did, becasue many good things, liek story ideas, come from strange places. :) So...strange is good. ----- REMEMBER THAT! XD.

Not an owner of the characters, except the ones I made up, obviously. XD.


She's so heavy...I want you...I want you so bad...HEAAAAAAAAAAAAVY…

The floor was silent under her feet, as if she was weightless. The air was cold, but not as cold as her skin. Nobody could ever understand the raw chill of her body. The only thing that measured up was the intense need for blood. And NOTHING could compete with that.

She paced around her room, nightgown flowing out behind her. The air wasn't present, as she tore through it in her quickened steps. She had to stop the craving, had to suck blood. She had to get out of this room.

After several attempts to open the locked door, she gave up, crying out loudly into the night, the pain of hunger on her lips. She imagined the taste, the warmth, the only warmth she could feel the warmth of fresh blood.

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"Mr. O'Neil?"

"Hmm?" I looked up to see Professor Snape standing beside my desk.

"Can you tell me how to make a Love Potion?" He asked, the whole class waiting for me to give an answer might as well give them a show.

I smirked, "Which number?"

"I beg your pardon?" Snape wheeled back around to face me.

"Well, you asked me if I knew how to make a love potion, and I asked you which number?" I let a little laugh out. "There are nine to chose from, Sir."

Snape waltz back over to the desk. "No more smart ass remarks from you!"

"In all respect Sir," Even though I showed no respect, "it's better then being a dumbass."

"Ten points from Gryffindor," hissed Snape.

The class moaned at the punishment. I just shrugged. I had no care for house points, and I hadn't even plucked the nerve yet.

"I suggest," Snape began, "You watch your step Mr. O'Neil."

"Don't worry Professor, it's easy when you don't have your head shoved up your ass. You should try it some time."

That had done it.

"Out, now! To the Headmaster! Now!" He bellowed.

I picked up my books and left the dungeons. As I wandered the empty halls I swore I heard a noise. But after six years of Hogwarts, I had learned that a little noise meant nothing more then Flitch's cat, Mrs. Norris.

I liked the hallways when they were empty. The building was old and mysterious. I loved mysteries, I loved secrets, I loved Hogwarts.

I thought about not going to the Headmaster's office at all, but realized I had already made my way there.

"Hey…statue." I spat at the bird. "Chocolate Frogs."

It slowly opened, letting me slip by. At this point, I knew every password for every dorm, every room, especially the Headmaster's office. I was a regular visitor after all. I wasn't sure why I tormented the staff so much; I only did it to the ones who reacted so well to my pestering. Snape is my favourite professor to torment. Before I graduate, my goal is to get Snape so badly that maybe he would cry. Though I didn't think even my ideas were that good at irritating Snape.

He went to knock on the door, but as usual, it swung open by it's self. Jack stepped into the office, still amazed at all the artefacts.

"Hello Jack." I was greeted over half mooned spectacles.

"Hello Professor." He collapsed in a chair. "Snape sent me up here."

"Professor Snape." Dumbledore corrected me. Yes, I know he sent you up here."

I sighed. "So…am I in trouble?"

"No." Dumbledore didn't look up from the papers he was crouching over. "But you have to do night duty with Professor Snape the night after next."

"You said I wasn't in trouble!" I protested.

"You're not, at least, I don't think you are. I found it quite amusing." He chuckled.

"Do I really have to do the night duty with him? You know we hate each other."

"It's his idea." Dumbledore sighed. "Maybe try to be nice.'

I snorted.

"That's what I thought." Dumbledore shook his head and waved me out of his office, looking down at his papers once again.

As I left the office, the bird statue closing behind me, I began humming. During the bridge of the song I strolled past a girl I had never seen before. She turned her head abruptly as I came past her. Her books fell on the floor, scattering everywhere. She flustered and crouched down to pick them up. I backed up and squatted on the floor beside her.

"Let me help you." I smiled at her.

"…Thank you…" She stuttered, starring at me.

I laughed nervously as I tried to ignore her strong stare. Her eyes were dark brown; so dark he swore they were black. They were black like her hair, which was some how a tinge of navy blue as the sunlight hit it from the stain glass window. Even her nails were painted black.

"I'm Jack." I said to her.

She stood up, and I got up as well. Nodding at my introduction, she smiled at me quickly, and then ran off down the hall.

I raised my eyebrows in utter curiosity and started back down the hall again, heading to my dorm, now singing the song.

"She's so heavy…I want her…I want her so bad…Heaaaaavy." I sang loudly, the words echoing off the ancient walls of Hogwarts.

It was late and I was lying in bed waiting till I fell asleep. I wanted to have the dream again, the dream of her. I wanted to see the mystery girl that crept into my head every night. I wanted to watch her, to hear her. I had yet to see an image of her face, always too blurry to make out, too dark to identify any features. When I dreamed of her, I felt a horrible anger and hunger inside, her anger and her hunger. Yet I still wanted to have the dream.

In the bed a few feet away from me, my best friend Charlie was snoring, as he usually did. I had gotten use to it by now after 6 years. I still remember the first time I met him. We were in line for the sorting hat, only 11 years old. He had turned to me and just smiled. I really wanted to stay far away from the creepy kid who was smiling, but he made sure I reacted.

"Aren't you excited?" He said.

"Yeah…" I mumbled.

"My moms said I better get into Gryffindor, but if I don't, Hufflepuff is okay too." He stopped smiling. "You aren't a Slytherin kid are you?"

I shook my head. "I don't know what I am yet."

Crazy wizard parents had never brought me up. They had both been Muggle born themselves, so I did grow up knowing I was a wizard, but there was never any real pressure on me. I just didn't feel like telling the insane smiling kid that. Whatever house I got into was fine, except Slytherin, I remembered my parents saying something about it.

"What's so bad about Slytherin?" I asked him.

His blue eyes got huge. "They are the most disgusting, filthy, gross beings on the face of the planet…other then Trolls." He smiled at his comment. "Trolls are smarter though."

As we filed into the Great Hall, the crazy smiling kid grabbed my arm.

"Look, there's my brother, Lenard, but people call him Len. He's a second year, a Gryffindor. I want to be just like him." He waved franticly in his brother's direction.

I didn't have any brothers or sisters. I didn't feel like telling him that either. I didn't feel like being around him at all, but I had no friends yet and he was better then nothing.

"Come on, we have to sit down here and they call our names!" I was once again grabbed by the arm and dragged to an empty space. We sat down and watched the house sorting begin. "I want to be in Gryffindor!" He exclaimed. I had figured out I would call him Griff, the crazy Gryffindor want to be wizard.

"Charlie Oakland?" Professor McGonagall called off the long list of first year students, new additions to Hogwarts.

"Oh boy, that's me!" He cheered, racing up to the front.

Even before the hat was placed on his head the hat shouted out the word, 'GRIFFINDOR!' Charlie instantly fell off the stool, lying unconscious on the floor.

"Oh dear…" Professor McGonagall murmured. "Wake up boy."

Once Charlie had come to, the ceremony began again, and I was next.

"Jack O'Neil."

I slowly scuffled up to the front of the room, scared for my life.

"Don't be nervous child." Professor McGonagall smiled at me as I sat down on the stool, the Sort Hat being placed gently on my head.

"Hmm…" a sudden deep, raspy voice came out of the hat, making my jump a bit in the air, and falling back on the stool, my bottom slipping slightly.

"Hmm…" It said again.

Why wasn't it just shouting out names like everyone else?

"I don't know…"

It doesn't know?

"I see dark things in your future…"

Dark things? I'm going to be a bad wizard? I haven't even learned Magic yet. Everyone was staring at me, shocked at this prediction.

"But…not dark magic…"

I released my deep breath of air.

"Not Hufflepuff, oh certainly not Hufflepuff. Not Ravenclaw…no, no, no, not Ravenclaw AT ALL! Slytherin … yes… I am feeling Slytherin…no…no…no…too pompous those Slytherin's are…too critical…no, you are not a Slytherin…I guess all that is left is…GRIFFINDOR!"

I slummed down in the stool as the Sorting Hat was pulled off of me. Dark things, I didn't understand what that meant. It had been six years now, and I still didn't understand.

"Shut up man!" I threw my extra pillow at his limp body.

"Don't…no…not the leprechauns…that's my pumpkin juice!" He muttered as he rolled over and kept snoring.

"Yeah…those damn leprechauns." I sighed.

I could really go for some Butterbeer right now, but I couldn't very well sneak off out of Hogwarts and get some. I had tried that once and It didn't work out to well. I got out of the dorm and I was in trouble already. How I had planned to get anywhere outside of Hogwarts on foot, I had no idea, I hadn't thought that far yet.

I felt my eyes start to droop, and finally sleep had come and taken me over. The dark room appeared, the candles glowing, quivering, against the walls, wax dipping off them slowly. Crying began and I knew it was her, hiding in the shadows of the dark room. A loud scream rang out, causing me to bolt awake.

The room was silent; I was back in my dorm room, everyone fast asleep, the only noise being Charlie's wart hog calls.

The next morning I strolled into my Defence Against the Dark Arts class room, half an hour late after sleeping to long. The class turned to look at me as I took my seat in the back of class.

"Morning Mr. O'Neil."

"Morning Professor." I yawned.

"Turn to page 55 in your book, and I want to see you after class."

I was given a stern look which I shrugged off, ignoring all the comments from the class.

We were reading about Werewolves, something that was recently added into the curriculum on request of our Professor. We learned about their conditions and curse, not about the negative aspects, which was the new part.

They transformed at night, and had no idea who they were. We were told that we shouldn't play the person for this, but to instead understand that they can't help the condition. Once a person changes into a werewolf, they are no longer that person until they change back. There are potions to help, but no cure yet. The best way to protect yourself against a werewolf; don't get in a situation where you are facing a werewolf.

"You're dismissed everybody." The Professor said to us all. "Except you Jack."

I walked up to his desk at the front of the class. "How is this Defence Against the Dark Arts, if we get told to protect ourselves by not needing too?"

"Well, if you do not need protection, isn't that making yourself safe?" He retaliated. "I was like you once Jack."

"Once."

"You're not in trouble, so stop with the defences."

"What do you mean you use to be just like me?" I asked him.

He brushed his black hair away from his face, his lightning bolt scar showing slightly. "I was a bit of a trouble maker before." He smirked. "Heard you have to monitor the halls with Snape tonight."

"Yeah, so what?"

"So, do you have anything planned?"

"No…" I shook my head. "I don't want to go if that's what you mean."

"No more pranks?"

"I don't have anything to prank him with."

"Stumped then?"

I shrugged. "I guess you could say that, yeah."

He took him bag and pulled a torn up parchment out of it. "Here, take this." He handed it to me. "Take your wand and tap the center of it and say, 'I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.' Then when you are finished with it, say 'mischief managed'."

"What is it?"

"A map," he said.

"Why would I need a map, I've gone to Hogwarts for 6 years now." I gave him a funny look.

"You haven't seen half of the school Mr. O'Neil." He smiled at me and headed up to his office.

I tucked the map into my back pocket and pulled my sweater over the part sticking out. I had no idea what Professor Potter was talking about, but he seemed serious, and I felt a mischievous tone to his voice. I loved creating mischief, I couldn't wait till tonight.

"Mr. O'Neil?" Echoed Professor Potter's voice.

"Yes Professor?"

"Ever heard of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes?" He asked me, looking excited.

"Yeah…it's in Diagon alley right?"

"Here, take these." He threw me down a few items. "They might give you some laughs tonight, and maybe a few spare minutes to wander around if you wanted too."

Wander around if I wanted too? There was a quill, a potion and a scroll with a few words written on it, Patented Daydream Charms, it read at the top. Could I make Snape daydream while I wandered off? This was pure genius, absolutely pure genius.

"Thanks Professor Potter!" I yelled up the staircase to his office, before I ran out of the room to my next class, which I happened to be late for, again.

I slid on to the bench in the Great hall for lunch after Charms Class. Charlie was already digging heavily into the food.

"I'm surprised you're not like a bazillion pounds yet man." I muttered to him in disgust.

"I'm a growing boy Jack." He mumbled with his mouth full.

"Yeah, not a growing Hippogriff." I informed him. "Clara is over there." A smiled crossed my face. "Wonder if she thinks you're a pig?"

"Clara thinks I am a gentleman."

"Why," I looked over at her again a few table away. "Just because you at least wipe your face off after you gorge yourself. I mean wouldn't you, after you ate you have a whole other portion of food on your face, can't let that go to waste."

"You're just jealous because she likes me."

"Says who? You've barely ever said one word to her."

"I have so said a word to her. I have said several words actually. I asked her for the time once when we were outside, and she told me to look at the clock above us. I felt the sparks between us, it was like a wand picking its owner, so powerful." He gushed.

"Dude, that's pathetic." I rolled my eyes at him and took a bite of my turkey sandwich.

"You're just jealous!"

I sighed. "Stop saying that, I'm not jealous."

He nodded franticly. "Yes, yes you are. You're jealous that a girl with such nice bludgers has the hots for me."

I shook my head at him and laughed. "Of course I am man."

Clara got up and walked past our table.

"Hi, Clara.' Charlie waved at her.

"Hi…" she blinked and rolled her eyes, heading out of the Great Hall.

"Alright…talk to you later…Bye."

"Total hots for you, I can see the sparks too." I sighed at him and stuffed the rest of my sandwich in my mouth.

"Mr. O'Neil." Snape greeted me later that night.

"Professor." I grumbled towards him and his greasy hair.

"Shall we begin the detention?"

"I have an option? Well, I think we should wait a bit longer till we start it."

"It was a rhetorical question Mr. O'Neil." He spat at my cocky smile.

I nodded. "Of course Professor."

We strolled down the hallways in silence. I wondered why Snape chose this punishment, if I were him I wouldn't want to spend more time with me then he had too. Though maybe the torture this was putting me through was giving him more pleasure then it was pain.

"So Professor," I began.

"Don't speak to me Mr. O'Neil."

"Fine, who transfigured your underwear?"

"No one did Mr. O'Neil."

"It was a rhetorical question Professor." I held back a giggle. "So, anyways, like I was about to say before, you have a lady Sir?"

"That's a personal question Mr. O'Neil."

"Ah, but not rhetorical."

I could smell the anger pouring off him.

I took out the parchment with the daydream charm scribbled on it in thick black ink. Muttering the few short words and waving my wand quickly and unnoticeably, the spell hit him in the shoulder. I pushed him down on a bench against the wall of the dungeon and waited. His eyes went out of focus and he had a far out smile on his face, perfect.

I unfolded the map that Professor Potter had given me. It was blank, what the hell kind of map was this? I remembered the words he had told me to say.

"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." I tapped my wand in the middle of the brown paper.

All of a sudden ink started to pour out of it, running around the page, forming shapes and words. I saw my name on the map; 'Jack O'Neil' standing right where I was standing, beside me was Professor Snape. I could see Flitch wandering the corridor below me.

The map showed a secret passage way, I looked at it and noticed it was right in front of me. A one eyed witch gawked back at me, the door being concealed behind it. I waved my wand and the statue flipped open wide to reveal the tunnel.

I wandered down the dirt path, I had no idea where I was going, how long it would take, and when Snape would wake up from his wonderful daydream, what ever he was daydreaming about. It must have been almost an hour when I got to the end of the tunnel, a door above me, I pushed it up and saw boxes around me. It was in a candy shop…judging by the boxes of candy around the hidden door.

"I must be in Honeydukes Sweetshop! That means I'm in Hogsmeade! Damn, I really want some Butterbeer...I can't be seen in The Three Broomsticks though…" I sank back down into the tunnel and headed back to the school, disappointed.

As I climbed out of the hidden door behind the one eyed witch statue, I peaked around for Snape, who was still leaning his back against the stone wall, starring off into space. I checked my watch, it was getting really late, and my detention was almost over. I glanced at the magical map of wonder and joy, and saw that somebody was wandering around in a room that wasn't even there. I looked straight ahead and saw no door way. I ran around the other side of the wall, but there was nothing there. I guess the maps a little faulty, it does look well used.

Remembering what Professor Potter had said about the map once the mischief was done, I whispered the words, "Mischief managed," and folded up the map, slipping it back into my pocket.

I wandered back over to Snape leisurely and reversed the daydream charm. He sat up and looked around.

"I…I…I…uh…suppose I zoned out there for a second Mr. O'Neil."

"Yeah, thinking about that lady Professor Snape?"

"That's none of your business you arrogant child. Get off to bed, now!" His cheeks began to redden.

"Most definitely Professor."

As I crawled into bed, I opened the Marauder's map on my lap and pressed the tip of my wand to the center of it, "I solemnly swear I am up to no good." I slipped out quietly.

I followed the person pacing in the untraceable room. The room had moved. Every few minutes the name would disappear, causing me to search for it again on the parchment. The name was a messy ink blotch, not able to be read, I suppose there's a spell on them…so they can't be traced? But why were they hiding in the walls? Unless it was a ghost, maybe ghost didn't really appear on the map. My theory was proven wrong instantly as I grazed over Sir Headless Nick, the Gryffindor ghost.

The ink blotch disappeared again and I couldn't find it. I told the map, 'mischief managed', and tucked it under my mattress. I slid further under my covers and waited for the dream to start again, and for me to slip into her world.