Ok, Copyright... Well, the songs I borrowed belong to the original owners and the Bring It
On soundtrack, The Josie and The Pussycats soundtrack, the I Still Know What You Did Last Summer Soundtrack, and Blessid Union of Souls cd, any others who I borrow songs from.. and the songs Can't Fight the Moonlight and I Do Love You. The charicters mostly belong to J.K Rowling. A few belong to myself. The names belong to whoever created them. The quotes I borrowed from TV belong to their original writers/qouters whatever!!
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okay people, this is (as you can tell) about the Marauders. This takes place in their sixth and seventh years. There is a traitor in the midst of the Marauders, but who is it? This will take some abrupt turns later on, and the traitor isn't who you would expect. It will get better later, I promise!!! This is my first attempt at writing a Harry Potter fanfic, so cut me some slack. I am more well known for my Tenchi Muyo fanfics . . . Anyway, this is a four part story, so please enjoy!!!
AUTHOR'S NOTE 2: Sorry it took so long for me to post this! I've been checking out a real "haunted" house with my friend, Sara. Too bad it's been knocked down... I'm going back tommorrow and checking it out more. After all, I want to check it out because it has something to do with the end of this story, along with the graveyard that's in our neighborhood from the 1850's. I'm trying to become a more experienced and better writer by actually having seen my setting. It will help me make the ending A LOT better!!
WARNING: THIS IS GETTING A LITTLE DARK!!! PLEASE READ & REVEIW!!!!
Chapter 11: Four down, Nine to Go
Shampoo opened her eyes for the first time in days. Her vision was a little blurry, but her mind was everything but. She sat up, remembering what had happened to her. A wave of nausea hit her, forcing her to lay back down on the cool sheets of the bed in the Hospital wing. She could tell it would be a while before Madam Pomfrey let her leave. She watched as Madam Pomfrey came out of her office, dragging a bottle of potion to give to a small second year boy. He had apparently got in the way of a swelling charm.
She closed her eyes again, and opened them almost instantly. A flash of what had happened had started to replay in her mind. Blood. Blood everywhere. And the creature... Was it a dog? Or was it a human? Or strangely, was it both? But her friends... They were all dead. Meilin probably was, too. She let out a sob, attracting Madam Pomfrey.
"Oh, you're awake dear. I'll send someone to get the Headmaster, he'll surely want to see you." She handed over a large piece of chocolate, which Shampoo nibbled on eagerly. She was starving.
"What time is it?" She asked quietly, shoving the chocolate in her mouth.
"A little past noon." Madam Pomfrey replied, scribbling a note to the Headmaster. She stepped outside and stopped someone, telling them to take it to Dumbledore.
She lay back down, more than eager to take a nap.
Maybe it was all a dream... She thought. I'll wake up, and everything will be normal.
She yawned and stretched out on her bed. The sun outside created a friendly warmth to her skin.
******
Arena walked boredly into Professor McGonagall's empty classroom. Classes had been canceled that day, since the survivor had awaken. She twirled her hair between her fingers.
"A day to do what I want, and I have detention." She grumbled. "And of all the people..." She let her voice trail off. She had flicked off the Potions teacher for giving her homework, right in front of his face. Not that everyone in his class hadn't dreamed of doing that. No, they just didn't have enough courage. That's what set Arena from others. That and her dream of being a Slytherin.
"Good morning, Arena. Here, get to work." Professor McGonagall handed a stack of papers over to Arena. Same as always, she had to fill out the same paper over and over again. She was getting sick of seeing this paper. What did Professor McGonagall need with all this paperwork anyway? She looked at the first one, which had been done for her. Copying it exactly, except for the handwriting, she hastily filled out the form. She worked in silence for an hour, until she finally said something.
"How can you stand to work in silence?" She asked, copying the twenty-eighth form.
Minerva McGonagall looked up from her work, looking at the girl who dared to ask such questions. "I just can." She said after a minute.
"Can't we have some music or something?" Arena knew she was pushing it.
"You are here to pay for what you did, not enjoy yourself." McGonagall got that firmiliar look she got when she got mad. She always seemed to lose her patience with Arena. It was natural.
"All I did was give that old buzzard what he deserved," She said in an innocent tone.
"ARENA NICOLE, HOW DARE YOU!"
Arena hated when people used her middle name. But then, who didn't?
"Yeah, yeah, sorry." She grumbled, moving back to her papers. Yup, this was going to be a fine day.
******
Stephanie awoke in a dark room. It was a little after noon, or so she guessed. She sat up, feeling dizzy.
"Hungry..." She whispered to the dark, cold room. She looked around, her eyes adjusting to the darkness. Around her were bodies covered by sheets.
Must be a make-do morgue... Her head was thinking. Food... But the other half of her mind was screaming "NO!!!".
Which to listen to... decisions, decisions... If she didn't eat, she would die. But if she did, she would lose all human in her. And the smells... She could smell blood all around her. She ran her tongue over her teeth. They were razor sharp fangs, made exactly for the creature she was. Pushing her hair behind her ears, she bent over one of the now uncovered bodies.
"Damn," She cursed. "It already took all the blood." She looked at the corpse and covered it back up. She uncovered a second, then a third. All the same. Giving it one last try, She uncovered the the fourth. The corpse of Angel Kaplan lay in front of her. The murderer hadn't had time to finish off this one. Lowering her head, she drank the blood.
"NOOO!!!!!!" Her voice inside her head screamed, but was drowned out. Stephanie's vampire side was beyond reasoning.
******
Sirius awoke, feeling shock towards Celestina's words. It couldn't be true, Meilin couldn't be dead. He looked around, noticing Remus and James were also awake.
"Shampoo's alive..." Remus sobbed.
James was staring at Remus in amusement.
"What's wrong, Remus, ticked because your girlfriend lived?" James was up to his old jokes, but his heart wasn't in it.
Remus shot him a look, and turned to look at Peter.
"Wait a minute, How did Celestina know that?" Sirius asked all of a sudden.
"Know what?" Remus and James asked in unison.
"That those five girls were dead. I mean, surely, the professors hadn't told any of the students by the time she told us."
"You know, your right. Let's see if we can get Peter up and we'll go ask her." James said thoughtfully.
Twenty minutes later they had woke Peter up, who was beside himself with grief.
"Get it together," Remus said, shaking Peter. "We all miss them."
"My ... my ... girlfriend..." Peter sobbed.
"You, girlfriend? Get real." Celestina stood in the doorway, peering at them.
"I did too have a girlfriend." Peter shot back.
"Then who?"
"Angel."
"I always knew she was a nut." Celestina shook her head. "Now she's not just a nut, but a nutcase."
"Celestina, I have a question." James said as he stepped between Peter and his sister.
"What?" She flipped her blonde hair, giving her the slightest look of a veela.
"How did you know exactly who was murdered last night?" James had a hint of suspicion in his voice.
"Rebia told me. No biggie, though. I suppose she got it off someone else." She shrugged.
"Then she won't mind if we go ask her a few questions?"
"Suit yourselves." She walked off, leaving the door wide open.
"Who's going with me?" James asked, standing where Celestina used to have been.
Sirius didn't hesitate to respond. He knew Meilin was alive and he wouldn't stop until he found out she was safe. "Me." He said.
"I think I'll stay here and try and keep him under control." Remus responded, with a sideways look at Peter.
"Okay then." James and Sirius left, leaving the other two to themselves. They marched over to Rebia's dorm and pounded on the door. Rebia came after a few minutes, muttering to herself.
"Can I help you?" She glared through the half-opened door.
"I wanted to ask you something." James started as Rebia stared at him. "Exactly how did you know those girls were dead?"
"Why do you want to know?" She demanded, her eyes not leaving James.
"Because we want to know. They were our friends." James continued.
Rebia laughed, a high, jackal-like laugh. "That's funny, because I'm not going to tell you."
"Then we'll force it out of you." Sirius could feel more and more hate towards Rebia as each second went by.
"Good luck." She laughed again as she slammed the door in their face.
"I really hate her." James said as they began to walk towards the Hospital wing.
"Who doesn't?" Sirius sighed. Please let her be safe, Sirius thought. Please.
"Celestina."
After a long pause, Sirius picked the conversation up again. "It's hard to believe they're related. I mean, Celestina looks like a supermodel, and well... Peter doesn't."
"You're right about that." James laughed. They reached the Hospital wing, promising Madam Pomfrey they would only stay five minutes, they went to see Shampoo.
******
Rebia sat alone in her dorm. Thinking about the nights past murders, she muttered to herself, "Four down, Nine to go."
On soundtrack, The Josie and The Pussycats soundtrack, the I Still Know What You Did Last Summer Soundtrack, and Blessid Union of Souls cd, any others who I borrow songs from.. and the songs Can't Fight the Moonlight and I Do Love You. The charicters mostly belong to J.K Rowling. A few belong to myself. The names belong to whoever created them. The quotes I borrowed from TV belong to their original writers/qouters whatever!!
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okay people, this is (as you can tell) about the Marauders. This takes place in their sixth and seventh years. There is a traitor in the midst of the Marauders, but who is it? This will take some abrupt turns later on, and the traitor isn't who you would expect. It will get better later, I promise!!! This is my first attempt at writing a Harry Potter fanfic, so cut me some slack. I am more well known for my Tenchi Muyo fanfics . . . Anyway, this is a four part story, so please enjoy!!!
AUTHOR'S NOTE 2: Sorry it took so long for me to post this! I've been checking out a real "haunted" house with my friend, Sara. Too bad it's been knocked down... I'm going back tommorrow and checking it out more. After all, I want to check it out because it has something to do with the end of this story, along with the graveyard that's in our neighborhood from the 1850's. I'm trying to become a more experienced and better writer by actually having seen my setting. It will help me make the ending A LOT better!!
WARNING: THIS IS GETTING A LITTLE DARK!!! PLEASE READ & REVEIW!!!!
Chapter 11: Four down, Nine to Go
Shampoo opened her eyes for the first time in days. Her vision was a little blurry, but her mind was everything but. She sat up, remembering what had happened to her. A wave of nausea hit her, forcing her to lay back down on the cool sheets of the bed in the Hospital wing. She could tell it would be a while before Madam Pomfrey let her leave. She watched as Madam Pomfrey came out of her office, dragging a bottle of potion to give to a small second year boy. He had apparently got in the way of a swelling charm.
She closed her eyes again, and opened them almost instantly. A flash of what had happened had started to replay in her mind. Blood. Blood everywhere. And the creature... Was it a dog? Or was it a human? Or strangely, was it both? But her friends... They were all dead. Meilin probably was, too. She let out a sob, attracting Madam Pomfrey.
"Oh, you're awake dear. I'll send someone to get the Headmaster, he'll surely want to see you." She handed over a large piece of chocolate, which Shampoo nibbled on eagerly. She was starving.
"What time is it?" She asked quietly, shoving the chocolate in her mouth.
"A little past noon." Madam Pomfrey replied, scribbling a note to the Headmaster. She stepped outside and stopped someone, telling them to take it to Dumbledore.
She lay back down, more than eager to take a nap.
Maybe it was all a dream... She thought. I'll wake up, and everything will be normal.
She yawned and stretched out on her bed. The sun outside created a friendly warmth to her skin.
******
Arena walked boredly into Professor McGonagall's empty classroom. Classes had been canceled that day, since the survivor had awaken. She twirled her hair between her fingers.
"A day to do what I want, and I have detention." She grumbled. "And of all the people..." She let her voice trail off. She had flicked off the Potions teacher for giving her homework, right in front of his face. Not that everyone in his class hadn't dreamed of doing that. No, they just didn't have enough courage. That's what set Arena from others. That and her dream of being a Slytherin.
"Good morning, Arena. Here, get to work." Professor McGonagall handed a stack of papers over to Arena. Same as always, she had to fill out the same paper over and over again. She was getting sick of seeing this paper. What did Professor McGonagall need with all this paperwork anyway? She looked at the first one, which had been done for her. Copying it exactly, except for the handwriting, she hastily filled out the form. She worked in silence for an hour, until she finally said something.
"How can you stand to work in silence?" She asked, copying the twenty-eighth form.
Minerva McGonagall looked up from her work, looking at the girl who dared to ask such questions. "I just can." She said after a minute.
"Can't we have some music or something?" Arena knew she was pushing it.
"You are here to pay for what you did, not enjoy yourself." McGonagall got that firmiliar look she got when she got mad. She always seemed to lose her patience with Arena. It was natural.
"All I did was give that old buzzard what he deserved," She said in an innocent tone.
"ARENA NICOLE, HOW DARE YOU!"
Arena hated when people used her middle name. But then, who didn't?
"Yeah, yeah, sorry." She grumbled, moving back to her papers. Yup, this was going to be a fine day.
******
Stephanie awoke in a dark room. It was a little after noon, or so she guessed. She sat up, feeling dizzy.
"Hungry..." She whispered to the dark, cold room. She looked around, her eyes adjusting to the darkness. Around her were bodies covered by sheets.
Must be a make-do morgue... Her head was thinking. Food... But the other half of her mind was screaming "NO!!!".
Which to listen to... decisions, decisions... If she didn't eat, she would die. But if she did, she would lose all human in her. And the smells... She could smell blood all around her. She ran her tongue over her teeth. They were razor sharp fangs, made exactly for the creature she was. Pushing her hair behind her ears, she bent over one of the now uncovered bodies.
"Damn," She cursed. "It already took all the blood." She looked at the corpse and covered it back up. She uncovered a second, then a third. All the same. Giving it one last try, She uncovered the the fourth. The corpse of Angel Kaplan lay in front of her. The murderer hadn't had time to finish off this one. Lowering her head, she drank the blood.
"NOOO!!!!!!" Her voice inside her head screamed, but was drowned out. Stephanie's vampire side was beyond reasoning.
******
Sirius awoke, feeling shock towards Celestina's words. It couldn't be true, Meilin couldn't be dead. He looked around, noticing Remus and James were also awake.
"Shampoo's alive..." Remus sobbed.
James was staring at Remus in amusement.
"What's wrong, Remus, ticked because your girlfriend lived?" James was up to his old jokes, but his heart wasn't in it.
Remus shot him a look, and turned to look at Peter.
"Wait a minute, How did Celestina know that?" Sirius asked all of a sudden.
"Know what?" Remus and James asked in unison.
"That those five girls were dead. I mean, surely, the professors hadn't told any of the students by the time she told us."
"You know, your right. Let's see if we can get Peter up and we'll go ask her." James said thoughtfully.
Twenty minutes later they had woke Peter up, who was beside himself with grief.
"Get it together," Remus said, shaking Peter. "We all miss them."
"My ... my ... girlfriend..." Peter sobbed.
"You, girlfriend? Get real." Celestina stood in the doorway, peering at them.
"I did too have a girlfriend." Peter shot back.
"Then who?"
"Angel."
"I always knew she was a nut." Celestina shook her head. "Now she's not just a nut, but a nutcase."
"Celestina, I have a question." James said as he stepped between Peter and his sister.
"What?" She flipped her blonde hair, giving her the slightest look of a veela.
"How did you know exactly who was murdered last night?" James had a hint of suspicion in his voice.
"Rebia told me. No biggie, though. I suppose she got it off someone else." She shrugged.
"Then she won't mind if we go ask her a few questions?"
"Suit yourselves." She walked off, leaving the door wide open.
"Who's going with me?" James asked, standing where Celestina used to have been.
Sirius didn't hesitate to respond. He knew Meilin was alive and he wouldn't stop until he found out she was safe. "Me." He said.
"I think I'll stay here and try and keep him under control." Remus responded, with a sideways look at Peter.
"Okay then." James and Sirius left, leaving the other two to themselves. They marched over to Rebia's dorm and pounded on the door. Rebia came after a few minutes, muttering to herself.
"Can I help you?" She glared through the half-opened door.
"I wanted to ask you something." James started as Rebia stared at him. "Exactly how did you know those girls were dead?"
"Why do you want to know?" She demanded, her eyes not leaving James.
"Because we want to know. They were our friends." James continued.
Rebia laughed, a high, jackal-like laugh. "That's funny, because I'm not going to tell you."
"Then we'll force it out of you." Sirius could feel more and more hate towards Rebia as each second went by.
"Good luck." She laughed again as she slammed the door in their face.
"I really hate her." James said as they began to walk towards the Hospital wing.
"Who doesn't?" Sirius sighed. Please let her be safe, Sirius thought. Please.
"Celestina."
After a long pause, Sirius picked the conversation up again. "It's hard to believe they're related. I mean, Celestina looks like a supermodel, and well... Peter doesn't."
"You're right about that." James laughed. They reached the Hospital wing, promising Madam Pomfrey they would only stay five minutes, they went to see Shampoo.
******
Rebia sat alone in her dorm. Thinking about the nights past murders, she muttered to herself, "Four down, Nine to go."