By Geminigirlz
Summary: A serial killer is in Hogwarts… Who is it? And
who is it targeting?
Author's Rambling: This is my VERY first attempt at something
very dark. Oh, and the people who are asking about Stuck in the Past.
If you want me to continue it, I have to get 10 more reviews. That
is one hard story to write.
A masked figure slowly crept up to a large concealed closet.
Finally, the collection was finished. The figure took out a small
picture of Hannah Abbot. There. With a wave of a long wand,
the figure hung the picture up with an invisible thread.
If a normal person walked in the closet, they would've screamed.
Lined up in order, were the students and teachers and Hogwarts. In
the order they would be killed. In every person's picture, there
was a small paragraph. The masked person took a quill and dipped
it into the ink. It lit a candle and started writing on Hannah's
picture. When that was done, the figure plucked it down for a moment.
Then put it back up. It walked back a desk and opened a small box.
There was a pile of pictures. The figure bit its lip to stop from
crying. It took out a picture and hung it up on the line. Then
it opened the door. The coast was clear. It was time to go
to 'dinner'.
He was late for dinner. He had never been late to dinner before, and it wasn't a pretty feeling. Jim was going to ask Cho out today, and he needed him to be there. Terry Boot quickly set down his bag. Suddenly, he thought the heard a noise behind him. Terry shook his head. He was just being paranoid. Voldermort was on the strike again. There were all of a sudden goosebumps on him arm. Someone WAS here. Slowly, Terry grabbed his wand and turned around. No one was here. He sighed and turned back to packing up his present to his girlfriend Anna. Picking it up, he opened the door. Terry almost fell flat on his back. He peeled off a piece of parchment on his shoe and gasped.
Lucky I changed my mind.
5 hours later…
"WHAT?" Harry yelled.
"I know!" Hermione blubbered back. "I just heard.
Anna Indie. She was my-my partner in muggle studies-" And she
broke down into terrified sobs, just like all the other girls in the room.
Ron came running towards them.
"I don't know what happened, but they say it wasn't Avada Kedavra.
There was some- string. The murder was a strangling… I-"
He stopped, and looked at Hermione.
"Are you alright?" She nodded.
"Yeah, I'll be okay. Listen, let's go talk to Professor McGonagall,
she'll know what to do." They agreed and walked over. Professor
McGonagall and Dumbledore were talking to Anna's boyfriend, Terry Boot.
He was crying and holding a note in his hand.
"It's magi-ink." Dumbledore confirmed. "The new kind.
We can't trace the wand." He sighed. "Her neck was broken-.
I- listen Terry, we've put her in a casket. It's going to be closed
for her funeral. The Indie's are coming tomorrow for her funeral…
"And the picture. The picture stuck on her body. It was
the one from the Yule Ball 2 years ago, am I correct?"
"Yes Professor." The student sniffed. Harry watched with
interest and pity.
"There was something written on it, did you know?"
"Professor- do you think, it was you-know who?" Terry asked.
Professor McGonagall shook her head.
"It wouldn't make sense. The Indie's aren't important or unimportant
wizards. Very inconspicuous." She noticed Harry. "And
just what do you think YOU'RE doing here, Potter?"
"We just wanted to know what happened to Anna."
"SHE'S DEAD!!!" Terry yelled. Everyone in the Great Hall
jumped. "Can't you accept that and move on with your stupid life!"
"Calm down Terry." Dumbledore said quietly. "Now, why don't
we go to my office and talk about that note of yours?" Terry nodded
dumbly and followed him.
"Wow." Hermione said. "He really liked her, huh?"
"Yeah." Ron replied. "Hey Harry, wasn't she Cho's friend?"
"I think so."
Professor McGonagall glared at them.
"Come on, let's go."
Professor Snape stretched and sat down in his chair. A potion
was brewing softly in a cauldron near him.
"A pinch of dragon dung…" He said softly. "I'm finally
done." There was a knock on the door.
"Come in." Professor Sinatra giggled as she stepped into the
room.
"Hey Severus. So, do you have that potion to fix my telescope?"
"It's right here." Snape poured the potion into a bottle and
set it on the table. "Come and get it Josephine."
"Severus, you shouldn't play DIRTY!" They laughed as Professor
Sinatra leaned in toward him and gave him a kiss.
"Mmm." She moaned softly. "It's been a while."
"Has it?" He replied, putting his arms around her waist and pulling
her into his room.
"Depends on which way you look at it." They giggled.
Sinatra flopped on the bed as Snape was kicking the door closed- but it
wasn't closing. "Severus, what's wrong? Come here, baby."
"The door isn't closing." Snape frowned. He pushed.
"Oh, fuck it, just open the door and take whatever you've stuck back
there out."
"Sure." Snape obligingly opened the door.
A masked figure in black was standing there with a wand, a ball of
string, and an ax. It carefully picked up the ax.
"AHHHHH!!!!" Professor Sinatra let out a scream.
"FUCK!" Snape yelled. "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!" The
figure ignored this and swung the ax. Snape yelled out in pain as
his black robes slowly started soaking with blood. One of his arms
fell off, and the stump that was left was pouring out blood. A bone
was sticking out, and it was hanging by just a little bit.
"What are you DOING!!!" Snape yelled out in pain.
"SHUT UP!" The killer said. The voice sounded like it went
through a machine before it came out. It took its wand and mumbled
something. Razor sharp knives emitted from the edge. The killer
struck Snape below the neck and on his leg. Then it started toward
the woman.
"GET AWAY FROM ME!!!" Professor Sinatra yelled. But the
killer was advancing toward her- and whispered something. A flash
of red light escaped the wand, replacing the knives, and Sinatra screamed
as she was flung against the wall.
"Leave her be!" Snape limped over the killer, but it ignored
him. Instead, it kicked Snape and took a piece of string. It
slowly wound the string around Snape's neck and pulled.
Snap
"Out of my way!" Professor McGonagall barked. She
and Professor Flitwick were heading toward Snape's office. Everyone
had noticed that something was wrong when the Potions teacher wasn't in
the dungeon all day. He had never done that before.
The students cleared their way. Flitwick sighed.
"Do you think he's alright Minerva?"
"Who knows." She opened the door to his office. There was
a cauldron that had stopped boiling hours ago, and a vile of something
was on the desk. Flitwick picked it up and smelled it cautiously.
"Smells like cleaner. What would he need that for?"
"Probably to clean something in his class-" She stopped.
There was a faint trail of blood to his bedroom door. "Look."
She whispered.
"Oh Minerva, what in the world…?"
They gulped and opened the door. Professor McGonagall put
her hand to her mouth. Snape was on the floor, his neck in a twisted
array, and one arm missing. There was blood all around him, and a
gash was clearly visible right below his neck. His rib was poking
out.
"Oh my god… Holy SHIT!!!" Flitwick yelled. McGonagall
still didn't say anything. She looked slightly green. Her gaze
was toward Professor Sinatra, who was tied up against the bed. Her
arms were tied up with bits of Snape's robe- it may have been hers who
knows. To keep her from screaming, the killer had stuffed Snape's
arm into her mouth, and she looked like she had passed out. There
were bits of bone on the side of her mouth, and blood was constantly dripping
from where the arm was cut and her face. You could almost see the
whites of her eyes. There was a horrible smell emitting from it.
Like rotten eggs, car fumes, and rotting flesh.
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,
oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my
god…" Professor McGongall kept repeating. This time, Flitwick
joined her. He took out his wand, not sure what to do. Then
he ran to the cauldron to throw it up.
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