"Ugh," Lavender grumbled and she threw down her stack of cards. "Why do I always lose? Can we play truth or dare instead? Please?"

"Sure, Lav. Truth or dare is fun too!" Ron exclaimed. "Alright, can I go first?"

"Mmkay...you can go first," Lavender relented.

Ron grinned mischievously. "Alright Lavender. I dare you...to say Bloody Mary three times."

"WHAT?" Lavender gaped. "That Muggle horror thing? Fine! But if I die it's on you."

Ron rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "Don't be crazy. You won't die. It's only a myth."

Lavender braced herself as she stood in front of Ron's bathroom mirror and said, "Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary."

All of a sudden, the mirror cracked and a black haired woman dressed in a blood-splattered white robe appeared in the mirror. Lavender stared in horror as the woman, who she now realised was Bloody Mary, climbed out of her bathroom mirror, leaving crimson hand prints behind her. Lavender caught a glimpse under the woman's black hair which covered her face and trembled when she saw sharp teeth stained in red.

Bloody Mary crept towards a trembling, pale-faced Lavender and reached out her hands, holding Lavender's head between her hands and she squeezed-

"AHHHH! Help me-!" Ron threw open the bathroom door, his heart thundering loudly, and saw Lavender lying in a pool of her own blood, with her head-.

Ron threw up when he saw the scene. He drunkenly stumbled out of the room and whipped out his cell phone with shaky hands to called for the Muggle police.(He knew how to, thanks to Hermione's insistence. Thank Merlin for Hermione.)

The police calmed Ron down when they arrived and investigated the crime scene but unfortunately there was no trace of a single finger print on her body and the police did not believe in Bloody Mary, claiming it was just a myth. (oh, how Ron wished this wasn't real and - oh lord Lavender was deaddeaddead and it was all his fault.)

How Ron wished that Bloody Mary had killed him as well. Then he wouldn't have to remember all the bloodbloodsomuchblood onhishandsohMerlinitwasallhisfault and the guilt gnawing inside him, remembering that it was him who killed Lavender.

That he was the one who murdered her.

Because he remembered. He remembered that the reflection Lavender last saw, was him and Bloody Mary really didn't exist. It was him all along.

(They just didn't know it.)

(He -or was it she- could not control the spirit that controlled him occasionally.)

(Merlin, he really murdered his crush didn't he?)

A/N: This was a lot more morbid than it was supposed to be... oops. Did any of you get the pun? ;)

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