Author's note:
As I sit here at my computer, sneezing my brains out and hacking up my lungs, I give this story to you. My muse, of course, is Scooby-Doo. Today, I'm allowed to stay home due to the one true evil of all: the common cold. And, as I watched the Scooby-Doo marathon on the Boomerang channel, I was blessed with this crazy idea. So, now I am forming it into words and giving it to you. I hope you enjoy my insanity. Now, please excuse me while I get my shotgun and shoot Davey Jones for singing to the moat monster. One person can take only so much singing. Later.
H.D.D.
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After another wonderful Halloween feast, all Gryffindors were up in their dorms, stuffed and sluggish, awaiting the soft touch of sleep. All but one. A certain redhead sat in the common room, innocently reading unaware of the danger present. Thunder crashed outside, making the third year jump quite literally out of her chair. She let out a sigh, feeling very silly.
"Just a storm," she told herself, picking up her book. But it was then she heard the floor creak behind her. Time stopped as she strained her ears to listen. Suddenly, she gave out a little chuckle.
"I know it's you Potter...You and your friends sneaking out again under that cloak of yours. You can't fool me," the Gryffindor said defiantly.
No reply.
"Come on out Potter! Are you afraid of a girl?"
Doubt started to creep into her mind, ensnaring her senses. With each passing beat of silence, it was turning into fear. "James?"
She stood, turning to face danger. Her eyes widened in shock as her blood ran cold. The darkness came at her, and a scream escaped her lips.
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Well?