Snap

By Geminigirlz #1















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.
This chapter is long-awaited...Again But I hope you enjoy!

A week later…
The cold winter air blew fiercely into the faces of the Hogwarts students trampling to the gravesite of Professor Trelawny. Her friends didn't volunteer to bury her in her home, so the body was buried by Snape instead. Everyone was there, even Josie, resting under a ton of covers. She was drinking some tea that cooled down instantly. Snow swirled around them, making patterns on the black cloaks. A faint crunch could be heard as Seamus Finnagin went over the the grave and placed some flowers.
"I never really like her…but I guess she was okay…" He sighed, making a puff of smoke evaporate into the chilliness.
Ron leaned against an old tree that creaked uneasily, and took out his list from yesterday. He had added more, and copied it onto another sheet of paper in his dormitory. This one was for Trelawny.

Minerva McGonagall
Severus Snape
Jonathan Flitwick
Josephine Sinatra
Reubeus Hagrid
Brussel Sprout
Chloe Pomfrey
Darlene Hooch
Albus Dumbledore
Argus Filch
-------Sybil Trelawny
Draco Malfoy
Vincent Crabbe
Loyle Goyle (I forgot his first name…)
Pansy Parkinson
Millencint Bulstrode
Terry Boot
Hannah Abbot
Justin Finch-Fletchy
Ernie McMillion
Susan Bones
Jason Avery
Cho Chang
Padma Patil
Anna Indie
Eloise McMigeon
Lavender Brown
Parvati Patil
Seamus Finnigan
Neville Longbottom
Dean Thomas
Hermione Granger
Ronald Weasley
Virginia Weasly
Harry Potter

Professor,
I'll find out.

Ron muffled his mouth with his scarf and placed it carefully into a metal box, locking it tightly.
"What's that?" Hermione came from behind him, fully clad in black and veiled up to her eyes to block out the cold. Her normally cool brown ones were reddish and watery. Ron guessed it was from the wind.
"Just a little present."
Like all the other bodies, Trelawny's was a closed casket. He was glad, too. Rumor had it that she was burnt. Of course, when Millicent Bulstrode and Professor Littick's wife and children came, they left without a funeral. The parents did promise to accept the gifts some students have given Millicent. Littick received a pair of panty hose and bra. Not to mention a paper that he had graded 'wrongly'. His wife said nothing.
Ron knelt by the grave and placed it by the casket in the ground. The shovelers gave him a look but waited for him to finish before putting in the dirt. Ron looked over at Dumbledore, reading from a passage to the remaining students. Lavendar and Parvati looked away, they had headed back to the school in tears after 5 minutes.
"Ahem." Dumbledore finished and cleared his throat. "There will be a service tonight at 8:00 sharp for the loss of a loved one-" He glanced quickly at Flitwick, who had stood by the grave staring at the school for the past 2 hours. "I hope you will be there, please, show your respect to one of our great teachers."
Terry Boot narrowed his eyes.
"What about Professor Littck? And Millicent? Do they not deserve this? You know, Anna didn't get this kind of treatment either."
"Mr. Boot, Anna wasn't-"
"Cremated to death? No. But- I just wish-"
Harry went over and patted Terry on the shoulder. He then looked over and at Ron and walked there.
"People are going mental."
"Tell me about it."
Harry sighed and shook his sleeves. Light flakes of snow flew everywhere, barely distinguishable from the rest of the storm.
"Maybe we should go inside." He suggested. "It's cold enough to freeze a polar bear out here. Come on Ron, you'll catch cold."
"Hold on."
"Sure."
Ron went to the bench where he put his bag and picked it up. Hermione had come and was standing next to Harry, whispering something.
"Alright." He nodded and waved to Ron. "Come on!"
"I'm coming!" Ron trudged over, now almost knee deep in snow. Pansy, Eloise, and a few of the short kids looked like they were going to get buried. In fact, they were almost wading back to Hogwarts. Suddenly, he fell over.
"RON!" He heard someone yell. Who? Ron put his arms up and tried to get over the snow. It was up to his waist. So much, he couldn't even see. There were screams everywhere, and a shovel went flying into the air. It hit the creaky tree, which shook dangerously 3 times. Ron panicked and waded, looking for someone. There were muffled yells, and he felt himself pulling a blue Ginny from the ground.
"R-r-r-r-ron…" Her teeth chattered and she clung to him.
"Hold on." He felt the ground suddenly shake, and what seemed like 1000 pounds of snow fall everywhere. Ron turned around. The tree had collasped. A branch flew off and hit him in the head. Ron felt woozy, but felt wall, Hogwarts wall! He ran his hand across it, smelling blood and started to find his way back. Who hadn't made it? Was there screams he heard behind him? Ron shooks his head and held on to Ginny, who was whimpering.
"Just hold on Ginny, we'll make it…" In his head, he thought, 'If we're lucky'.

Seamus flew against something, he didn't know what, and yelled out. Girls everywhere were screaming bloody murder and scrambling across the snow. Seamus struggled up and looked around, stomping slowly up to the castle. The screaming was starting to cease, was everyone alright? He couldn't see anything, and tripped. Was it, wood? It was from the tree that fell down a few minutes ago. That means I'm not far from Hogwarts, he thought and tried to see. The snow was literally falling down in clumps. The next thing Seamus felt was being pulled up, and then, it was black.

Parvati came running down the stairs with Lavendar at her side. At the front door were hundreds of students struggling to get up. The dry ones that didn't go to the funeral were all helping out.
"Do you see Seamus?" Lavendar asked, biting her lip.
Parvait scanned the door.
"No, but we'll find him. Come on." She went to a shivering 5th year and helped pull her up into a hospital bed.
"Be careful that you don't catch hypothermia, alright?" The girl nodded, shivering.
"I'll take care of this." Madame Pomfrey smiled at Parvati and whispered something, making the hospital bed glide down the hall and into the Hospital Wing. "It's a good thing you're helping out Parvati. Everything's so hectic." She wiped sweat from her brow and hoisted Neville from the ground.
"Oh, you poor thing, here." She handed him a towel, but Neville couldn't even pick it up.
"I'll help you Madame Pomfrey, go to other kids."
"Thank you Parvati. Now Hillary…"
Parvati sighed and looked pitifully at Neville.
"You must be feeling pretty bad." She helped Neville onto the bed and wiped his face. "You know, I just KNEW that something like this was going to happen."
"M-m-m-maybe." His teeth chattered dangerously as Parvati pressed a small blue button on the bed.
"Off you go!" Neville sped off toward the Hospital Wing.
Lavendar came running up to her.
"Guess what? They found Seamus. Professor McGonagall found him trying to get back!" She pointed to a blue boy wrapped completley in towels.
"Back off everyone!" McGonagall slammed Seamus on a bed and pushed him to the Hospital Wing. She turned to Professor Sprout.
"He had marks everywhere, I wonder- do you think-"
"I don't know." She sighed. "I'll get in touch with his parents. This has got to stop, we won't even had enough coffins in the end!" She turned and went up towards the owlrey. "If there's anyone else that's-"
"I'll let you know."
Over them, the Enchanted Ceiling twinkled with shining stars, the end of a storm- perhaps? Or was it just the eye?

I have decided on the killer... Let it take it's course, everyone.