ALLO! IT IS I GURESAN007 BACK TO KICK ASS! This is Royed. It is rated mature because of Yaoi Rape. Who did who? Well continue and find out…. A few chapters from now 8D…. Yes I know I'm mean. But still. If ANYTHING confuses u in the story just PM me or visit my profile to answer ur questions. Ok?

This takes place in the 4th year.

Well peeps this is the real deal! This idea used to be 100 percent original. Yes I am the ORIGINAL creator of this idea. So STOP COPYING IT! I hate it…

Well on that happy note! HERE'S THE STORY!

September had finally rolled around; everyone was fidgety with excitement to have returned to Hogwarts. Three teenagers, known as the "Golden" trio, made their way through the endless grassy plains to their first class, Care of Magical Creatures. No one in the golden trio was smiling at the thought of taking care of creatures that the half giant had a soft spot for "cute" creatures. Harry, Ron, and Hermione had not forgotten about the three headed dog, Fluffy that Hagrid had insisted was the cutest thing you could ever see. The thing that had always fazed Ron was that a whimpy pussy of a dog had a manlier more suitable name than the ferocious forboding creature that would kill in an instant. Rip apart flesh…. His name- Fluffy.

The wooden hut soon came into view, making the almost everyone groan that was within eyesight.

"Gathe' up, Gathe' up!" Hagrid called, beaconing all the 4th years with his burley arms. Excitement etched into ever speck of his gritty voice.

Minutes later, everyone was gathered in front of the tiny hut - none of them forgetting to put on the protective clothing (and lots of it) – and than waited for Hagrid's instructions on what to do for the dreadful class.

Hagrid was opening his beard-covered mouth to begin the prolonged lesson, when a blood curtling scream , that could be heard from miles away, reached his ears. Everyone (even the Slytherins) turned to their heads to see where the scream had come from. Each student reluctantly turned their attention towards the Whomping Willow. The Whomping Willow was indignantly waving its arms at some target that was too far away to be seen. This alone made all of the students flinch.

Minutes passed – not even the school git, Malfoy, said a thing. Finally Hagrid's broke through the silence like a knife, "Neville ge' Dumbl'dore," Neville just stood there in the same spot not moving an inch, shock encasing his whole body. "NEVILLE GET DUMBLEDORE!" Hagrid boomed, frusteration in his booming voice. Neville shakily left, tripping a little as Malfoy shoved his foot in front of the unexpecting Griffindor. Malfoy smirked as Neville tried to regain his composure but completely and utterly failed. But the pudgy boy had immediately jumped up and began sprinting towards the castle.

After Neville disappeared from sight Hagrid and the rest of his shocked class anxiously began to unanimously walk towards to the whomping willow. Each one afraid of what they'd find.

Minutes that felt like hours passed by before the class finally began to reached the Whomping Willow. Many un-expecting teenagers buried their heads in their hands or turned their head to the Forbidden Forest at the grotesque sight.

"Oh my…" Hermione whispered to herself as she kept her eyes locked onto the boyThe brunette flinched over and over again when the thin branches profusely hit the boy. Tears rapidly built up in the corners of Hermiones eyes as she stepped closer to examine the scene. Why was no one helping him? She thought but a voice played oh so lightly in the back of her haed: … In a way all humans are intrigued by pain

A boy with golden hair and blank amber eyes sat at the trunk of the retched tree not even showing any signs of noticed that the whomping willow was still lashing him except for a look of pain that played on his faces as the class surveyed him – the boy was a horrifying sight. The strange boy had a gaping hole in his stomach where his organs should've been. Most cringed as they traced their eyes around him, he wore a blood red coat with a chipped metal blade pertruding from the coat. Id the students would have looked closer they would have seen his automail hand.. But in all honaest truth they couldn't tell what was blood and what was something else.. The ensemble was accompanied with blood drenched combat boots, and bloody gloves that could once be called white. It was an intriguing sight. No one had ever seen something so grotesque yet…. interesting.

Tears escaped Hermione's eyes and many others, as they were shocked by the horrifying sight. Many were dragged out of their train of thought as Dumbledore strode toward the infuriated Whomping Willow that had just quit beating up the blonde enigma.

Shock flashed across Dumbledore's face as he too came upon the scene. The old man swiftly weaved through the indignant branches and reached the fallen boy.

Dumbledore immediately extended his left arm in an attempt to carry the boy to the infirmary. A gloved hand reached and grabbed the headmaster's right arm saying "I killed him…It's all my fault," he said, tears pouring down the boy's face as Dumbledore tried to shush hum. The boys still continued, this time yelling, "DON'T SAVE ME! I DERSERVE TO DIE!" a coughing fit emerged as blood escaped from the blonde's mouth as he finished his spasm.

Ignoring the boy's wishes Dumbledore picked him up with ease and half ran half jogged towards the magical castle.

Whispers could be heard as everyone discussed what had just happened.

"Bloody hell," Ron whispered, his eyes the size of saucers.

Harry and Hermione nodded in agreement, each wondering the same questions:

Who was that boy?

The most chilling question that hung in the air was Who did he kill?

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