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.
Again, it's been a while my friends, but this is good.

WARNING:
EXTREME GORE

Ron opened his eyes. Light greeted him, as well as a face.
"Hmph! Good to see you're awake." Madame Pomfrey gave him a stern but concerned look as the groggy boy tried to get up.
"What happened?" He asked, shaking his head.
"You were caught in that god-awful storm. We found-"
"Ginny! What happened to Ginny?" Ron came to life, looking around for a sign of his sister.
"Ginny is quite fine. She just got out of the hospital about 4 days ago."
Ron was confused.
"Then how long have I been in here?"
"About 3 weeks." She got up from her kneel and went to get him some water. Ron looked around. There was Pansy Parkinson, still in here, and still unconcious. She was hooked up to a magical breathing respirater. Professor Sinatra was still here, but up and reading a book.
"Did I miss anything, then?"
The nurse turned around from a round table.
"Not really. N.E.W.T.S. are in 2 weeks, but I figure you'll have plenty of time to catch up." She smiled at him and gave him a cup of warm water. "Your friends were very concerned about you. They'll probably come tonight after they hear you're up."
That's right.
"How are Harry and Hermione?"
"They're fine! Came back in a shock, frozen, no doubt. We helped them, and those two were up and moving in a couple of days."
"Then what happened to me?" Ron took a sip of the water. Madame Pomfrey bit her lip and took a deep breath.
"Well, it's like this."

A Little Recollection from a Couple of Weeks Ago…
(A Hogwarts 3rd Person View)

The Killer quickly locked the door behind it. It then lit a candle and looked around. Pictures were scattered all over the place on the floor, written sloppily on. No, it wouldn't do. The killer picked them all up and threw them in the garbage, lighting fire to it… Yes… that was the way to do it….everyone would have a nice surprise tonight. Sighing, it took off it's mask and rubbed it's sweaty face. Someone was going to go search for them if the killer didn't return quickly enough. It changed and crept away from a secret passage in the closet.

Terry Boot was picking nonchanantly at his food when suddenly Harry Potter slammed his tray next to his.
"Harry? Are you- alright?"
"Terry, tell me the truth." Harry looked at him seriously.
"What are you talking about Harry?"
"I'm going to make this brief. But- yesterday, I was getting some of Ron's things to him, just in case he wakes up, when I found something quite interesting."
"Really? And how I would I tie into this?"
Harry glared, but Terry was sweating a little, still shocked..
"Listen, I found a notebook with all the 'suspects' of these murders, according to Ron."
"So?"
"And there were notes, too. He took notes (rare thing…) on the behavior of all the suspects."
"So what are you trying to say to me? You think I killed all those people?"
"No, you didn't kill ALL those people. But according to Ron, and I agree with this, you killed Anna."
"WHAT!?!?!" Terry got up so quick that his chair fell over. "How could you think of such a thing you dumbass bastard! I loved her!"
Harry put his hands up.
"I'm not saying that you didn't. But when I found the notebook I DID study you a little just to see if what Ron wrote was true, and it was true. Do you want-"
BAM.
A punch landed on Harry's nose quite forcefully, and he fell back, clutching it. Screams were heard across the Great Hall, and McGonagall dragged Terry away by his ear.
"What's going on here?"
"Harry!" Hermione rushed over. "What happened? Oh no, you didn't…"
"Didn't WHAT, Ms Granger?"
Hermione recovered pretty quickly and lied with grace.
"Get into another one of his strange tempers. It's the whole Cho died, Ron's in the Hospital thing Professor, really getting to him…"
"Oh." McGonagall let Terry go. "Boys, I have a lot to do, and we're trying to get the school back in order. Frankly, I don't have time to meddle in dumb fights between 7th years, so a week's detention both of you and just go. I have to meet Professor Dumbledore and discuss something."
Harry shook his head and got up, wiping some blood off his nose.
"Professor no! There's going to be- I mean- Ron left- I-" He stood there dumbly and turned around to Hermione.
"Christmas Break begins tomorrow, everyone will be going to Hogsmeade, right?"
She nodded, and Terry stared blankly at the wall.
"I'm going to go to Madame Pomfrey for my nose, but when I get back, we have to discuss what we're going to do tomorrow. The suspects will be narrowed, I suppose."
"I suppose so Harry…"
Everyone was quiet, and then started talking again. Hermione settled herself next to Lavendar and picked at her ham when a cool draft blew into the room. Everyone looked around, but nothing was there, the windows were locked and the ghosts werent' moving. Another draft. Lavendar put up her arms and screamed as pictures suddenly flew in, cutting through the wind and landing at appropriate tables. Hermione saw Flitwick reach over and pick up Trelawny's with tears in his eyes. She averted her eyes and comforted a shaking Lavender.

Hermione bit her lip nervously as she paced back and forth across the common room.
"Why are you so nervous Hermione?" Ginny looked up from her book.
"Don't you think it's cold in here?"
"A little, why don't you try moving closer to the fire?" She suggested, and got up. "Hermione, are you alright? I know you wanted to go home for Christmas (or Hannukah, I don't know!) this year, but- you can go later…"
"Thank Ginny, I appreciate it. Anyway, it's getting late, we can go visit Ron tomorrow, but you should turn in."
"You're right."
They gathered their things and headed up the girls dormitory.

In the Slytherin Common room, everyone was still up and gazing at a stone sculpture. Malfoy sighed.
"So what are we really doing here?"
"Thinking about Milicent, Draco." Jason Avery shook his head and sneered. "Sure, she was a blubbermouth, but we all miss her. You know what this death means, don't you?"
"What?" Malfoy said sarcastically.
"It's anyone's game. All houses have had murders, all teachers. So who is it? One of us?"
"SHUT UP AVERY!" Pansy Parkinson cuffed him on the neck.
"OW!"
"Does that hurt? Good. Why are you blaming us? Huh? No one in Slytherin is a KILLER goddamn it! Why don't you take you stupid little mind games to some mental institution in the Arcitic and burn in hell!"
Malfoy raised an eyebrow and left. No one noticed.

He wandered around the school, surprised no one had seen him, and went out the front door. The lake shined brillantly from the moon, and Malfoy suddenly thought that he heard a splash. Was it a mermaid? How RARE! He walked slowly to the lake and looked. Yes, there was someone there, but not a mermaid. Someone dressed completely in what looked like extra-thick things. Muggles would call it scuba gear, and it had just started selling in Diagon Alley the summer before last. But Malfoy's family of course wouldn't go near that store, so he didn't know.
The person got out and saw him, apparently and started walking towards him. Malfoy's eyes flashed WARNING and he started to run.
"Petrificus Totalus!" His whole body froze in one spot and fell like a stick to the ground.
"Damn!" He muttered. The strange person came over and sat down next to him.
"Draco Malfoy." A weird voice said. It sounded distorted. Malfoy moved his eyes and saw that the person was now dressed in black robes, but still had a mask on. "Malfoy, you know who I am?"
"N-no." He mumbled through closed lips.
"I'm the person everyone's trying to figure out. The savage, the ravenager. What a bunch of lies. I haven't killed everyone-yet. But you know what else? I was reading something the other night, something I tore out of Trelawny's book."
Malfoy gave a terrified grunt.
"A carnivorus spell. Interesting, no? See, I'm been feeling a bit under the weather lately, and I saw that replenishing your body of neccesary nutrients heals it. So I thought, why not?" It smirked beneath the mask and reached to pull off it's mask. "No one to save you now Malfoy." It licked it's lips and grinned. Malfoy couldn't see the face, but he couldn't make out the voice much, still. But he DID realize that what the killer was going to do. He desperately tried to move, but couldn't.
The killer slowly undressed him until he was completely naked. Draco gulped.
"Just like Ms. Chang…" It opened it's mouth and Malfoy made a strange scream. 4 fangs protruded that were about a foot long each. It sunk the fangs into his right leg and bit down.
"AREUGHHH!" He tried to talk. The killer ripped away his leg, it's teeth dripping with Malfoy's fat and muscle, the rest in between them. It chewed in his face, the skin breaking down juicily in it's mouth, the molars grinding it relentlessly. It took another bite of his leg, this time the bone. Malfoy's mind exploded and his heart was beating too fast. He tried to take deep breathes, but couldn't open his mouth.
The killer grinded the bones into bits and pieces, some of it dropping on Malfoy's face. It was sharp, the pain…
It wiped it's mouth and smiled.
"Quite tasty. But I wonder…" It clawed his arm and the veins in it burst, sending blood flying everywhere, staining even more those long, white fangs. The killer licked the wound and the gushing blood ran into the lake, ruining the stillness. It sucked at a piece of muscle until it came out, the grinned as it took it and opened Malfoy's mouth, sticking it in there.
Malfoy felt nauseous and vomited, but it wouldn't go out his mouth. He swallowed it, and some ran out his nose. The killer licked it away hungrily and finished feasting on his arm. His hand was in the killer's hand, except that his hand was off of his arm. The killer sucked on all the fingers before jerking all of them off and crunching them, and as it did, blood squirted out the sides of it's mouth.
"Think of happy things…" He thought, and couldn't. All he could think of was the excruxiating pain everywhere on his body.
The killer frowned.
"It's not fun to eat you when you're not cooperating. Why don't I…" It smiled and picked up his head. It's fangs sank into his skull as Malfoy went limp in it's grasp. He was dead. The killer ripped off his skull and lapped up the juices of his brain, sucking and burying it's face in it. Next, it took the skin from his head and chewed it thoughtfully, tasting the nice bitter and salty flavor.
"Hmm." It took a bite of Malfoy's liver. Disgusting juices squeezed out and on the killer's robes. It took the juices out and tore the liver to pieces, then swallowed it whole, savoring the taste.
And so it worked, until Malfoy was nothing more than some bones, blood, robes, and a Slytherin Badge with 'Prefect, Draco Malfoy' on it.

Well, I hope you got the meaning of this chapter...... And did you REALLY expect me to show it eating Malfoy's *ahem*?
Also, I'm EXTREMEMLY busy these days. I don't have extra chapters at ease, and I typed this up today. So just be waiting, Author's Blocks are like sleep to me. Comes too often....