(A/N) Hi again, people. Arrgh. I'm listening to this song on the radio right now, and I have absolutely no idea who sings it or what it's called. But it's rock, because it's on Mad Max in the Morning. (Radio show down here.). Anyway, it's getting me on a idea-high again, so I'm writing, since I have nothing better to do. I'm home sick from school today. I hate those violent colds. Enjoy!
Disclaimers: I don't own anything. Nada. Well, naturally, I own a few things, but lets not get technical.
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"Come on, Kittie!" Hermione yelled. Ron stopped scolding Ginny about how long the slit in her skirt was to look up.
"Where is she?" Harry asked, crossing his arms. Ginny shrugged. "She had better hurry up, or we'll be late for the Ball."
Hermione frowned. "Kittie? What's taking so long?!"
"I'M NOT COMING DOWN, DAMNIT!" Kittie yelled angrily down the stairs. Harry cocked his eyebrows as Hermione chuckled.
"You should see her. She's so pretty. I don't think black is her color, personally,..."
"I HEARD THAT, HERMIONE!"
Ginny sighed. "Let's just go get her." Hermione nodded in agreement. They jogged up the stairs. Harry could hear them struggling, and pulling a yelling Kittie down the stairs. As the backs of Hermione and Ginny came into sight, they let Kittie go and she fell against the wall. Harry smiled.
She was wearing a black skirt that swished by her ankles, and a navy blue top, that hugged her so tight, it looked hard to breath. It flared at the wrists, and was off shoulder. Kittie's hair was piled on top of her head, laced with blue strings. Harry chuckled.
"You look great."
She sneered. "Do you realize how uncomfortable this top is? And, how much chest this thing shows?"
"I'm not complaining." Harry grinned. She narrowed her eyes dangerously. "I hope you're happy, Harry. I'm just *so* glad the rest of the castle is going to see me."
"Yeah, well..." Harry trailed off.
CLICK!
Harry's grin doubled as Kittie gaped at him. He looked down and twisted the thing ( A/N: I don't know what it's called!) on the camera, as Ron started laughing.
"Tell me you didn't just take a picture."
"I just took a picture. It's not like I'm going to see this again."
Kittie growled. Harry put his arm around her waist and led her to the portrait. "It's alright, Kit. It's not *that* uncomfortable, is it?"
She turned to him in disbelief. "Uncomfortable?! Harry, this outfit is a bloody torture device! I can't breathe!" She pulled at her shirt and Hermione slapped her hands.
"You're going to stretch it!"
Kittie growled and Harry shrugged. "We can just stay here, you know."
Everyone blinked at him. "What are you guys looking at? Don't you have dates to find?" Kittie smiled.
All three of them looked and their watches and fought for the exit. Kittie turned to Harry. "You are the best."
Harry shrugged. "I hate Hogwarts' balls too, remember?" She laughed and pulled him down next to her on the couch. "So, are we staying here?"
"Unless you want to walk."
She made a face. "I don't think I can. How about we fly instead?"
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Harry pulled on Kittie's hand. She squealed as he pulled her off of her broom and put his arms around her waist. The broom tilted downwards, and Kittie dug her face into Harry's green robes. He laughed and pulled out of the dive.
Kittie blinked in suprise as she realized that Harry was pulling her off, on the roof of the Northern Tower. "What are we doing up here?"
He sat down, placing his broom next to him. Kittie sat next to him and pulled up her knees, her eyes automatically going upwards.
"I wish you had told me you were a Leo." She muttered, more to herself than to him. He ignored it. "So, where's your star?"
"Mine?" She seemed suprised at the question. "Oh, it's right under Orion's Belt. See?" She took his hand and pointed at the star.
Harry squinted. "That one?"
"Yeah."
"Ah. And what a beautiful star it is, too."
Kittie's cheeks flared.
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Three days later, Harry yawned and dug his face into his arm. Just as he was about to fall asleep, a shadow passed his door. He jolted up. Soft footsteps continued to pad down the corridor, to the common room. Harry threw open the door and gaped at Kittie.
"Oh, hello, Harry."
"What are you doing up? It's nearly three!"
She shrugged. "What are you doing up?"
"I was finishing that Transfiguration essay."
"You want to walk with me, then? Or do you desperatly need the sleep you can make up tomarrow?"
Harry chuckled and grabbed his cloak.
As they walked down the empty corridor, Harry turned to Kittie. "Do you usually go for late-night walks?"
She shrugged again. "Only when I can't sleep." She furrowed her brow in thought. "Which seems to be happening a lot lately. I think something's going to happen."
"Lovely." Harry groaned. Kittie giggled. "It's about time, too. Things have been getting dull. Something should happen."
"You know, you're probably going to end up eating your words off of a silver platter." He laughed. Kittie nodded.
They turned and Harry stopped. Kittie frowned. "What is it?"
He pulled out his wand. "I've never seen this corridor before. Wouldn't it have been here everyday, when we go to breakfast?" Kittie blinked and looked around. The portraits on the walls glared down at them, if they weren't sleeping.
"You're right. Didn't you ever see this on the map?"
Harry shook his head. "Never."
They walked slowly down the hall, gaping at the new portraits and the golden chandeliers hanging over their heads. Kittie looked down. "Is any of the other corridors' carpeted?"
Harry looked down. A long, red and gold carpet stretched out in front of them, to a dead-end wall at the end. Kittie sped up and stared at the wall. Harry frowned.
"This is the only wall without portraits." She mumbled, feeling it. Harry reached up and pulled the torch downwards. The flame from the torch turned scarlet and came off in Harry's hand. The wall slid up. Kittie gaped.
"How did you do that?"
Harry looked at the scarlet torch in his hand. "I don't know. Lucky guess?"
Kittie was staring at him strangely. "Well, are we going or not?" Harry poked his head in the doorway. Kittie jerked him back.
"I think we should go back." She whispered, her vioce quivering. Harry cocked his eyebrows. "Don't tell me you're scared of the dark, Kittie? This torch has more than enough light to brighten our way." he teased. Kittie straightened her shoulders, defiantly. She snatched the torch from him.
The torch hissed and shone blue. Kittie dropped it in suprise. Harry stared at it. The fire was still blue, but the fire didn't leave scorch marks on the carpet. He knelt down and picked it up. As soon as his fingers touched it, the fire hissed again, and burned scarlet.
He ran his hand across the fire, suprised that it didn't burn him. The fire seperated at his palm and reconnected on the other side. Kittie swallowed. "Let's go, then." she squeaked, looking more like a house elf with her eyes large with fear and her hair tucked behind her pointed ears. Harry nodded and stepped into the staircase. Kittie stepped on the top stair with him, and the wall slid down behind them.
They spun around, staring at the large lion sketched on the back of the wall. A shiver ran down Harry's spine and he turned back to the stairway. They slowly descended down it, Kittie's grip tightening on his arm with every step they took.
After ten minutes of walking down the long stairways, they came to a large, arched doorway. Harry gave Kittie a glance. "Well, what do you think?"
"We can't turn around, now, can we?" She shot him a small smile, before jerking her eyes back to the door way. Harry stepped in.
The second his foot hit the carpet, the torches surronding the room burst into scarlet flames. Kittie screamed in suprise. Harry gaped at the room. The room was as large as the Great Hall, with a large, scarlet rug in the middle, with a lion sewn into the center. The walls were solid golid, with scarlet hangings. A long, wooden desk sat in the far corner, with a golden cup full of scarlet quills. Harry frowned and picked one up.
"Kittie, what are these quills made from?"
She shut her gaping mouth long enough to take the feather from Harry and inspect it. "Pheonix tail feathers, looks like." Harry stared at the feather before taking in the rest of the room.
A large, gold and black piano shone next to the desk and Harry found himself being attracted to it. Kittie began muttering charms and spells, in vain hope one of them would get them out. Harry sat at the piano.
"Give it up, Kittie. We're not going to get out that way."
Kittie spun to him in suprise. "Oh, and you have a better idea?"
Harry traced his fingers across the perfectly polished wood of the piano. He leaned forward to see his reflection grinning up at him.
A strange shadow passed in front of his face, and he jerked back, looking behind him. Kittie was poking her head under the hangings', looking for an exit. Her gasp echoed through the enormous room.
"Harry...You have got to see this!" She breathed. Harry rushed over and helped her pull the hangings down. He gaped.
A large, golden door with four portraits on it loomed in front of them. All four portraits snorted awake and blinked at them.
"Good Merlin! Someone actually found us!" Squeaked an old woman with her white hair piled on top of her head. Her robes were a dull yellow, with black lining, strange colors for an old woman.
"How did two little children actually discover this room?" hissed an old man with a long, white beard and shining red eyes. His robes were green with silver lining. Harry recognized him immediatly as the statue in the Chamber of Secrets.
"Salazer Slytherin." Harry growled. A scrawny witch laughed.
"Oi. I'm Rowena Ravenclaw."
The wizard on the far right chuckled, his dark eyes glittering. "I'm Godric Griffindor. Ah. You two are in my house, aren't you?"
Harry and Kittie nodded mutely. He chuckled. "I thought so. Only brave ones would go into unknown places like that."
Slytherin snorted. "Or foolish ones." Griffindor shot him a look. Hufflepuff sighed.
"Here we go again..."
"Salazar, there is a fine line between bravery and foolishness."
"Ah, and you would know the foo-"
"Excuse me." Kittie interrupted. The four founders turned to her. "But, how do we get through the door?"
Griffindor chuckled again. "We each as you a question. And, depending on how well you listen in this magnificent school of ours, we let you through."
Harry nodded. "Alright."
Hufflepuff spoke up. "In the art of potion-making, where is it possible to pick a Wetisfretosh Root?"
Harry blanched. "That's not fair! We don't learn that until seventh-"
"In any area that experiences weather below zero in the summer." Kittie blurted. Harry blinked at her in suprise.
"How'd you know that?" He frowned.
"Books?" Kittie offered, weakly. Ravenclaw smiled at her. "A child after my own heart. Anyways, next question is mine. How do you kill a werewolf?"
Harry grinned. "I can answer that one. Werewolves are weak to silver. So, if silver was driven in anyway through their heart, they'd transform into their human form and die."
Ravenclaw nodded, her eyes glittering with pride. Godric cleared his throat. "Right. My turn. When is the only time you can kill a vampire?"
Harry looked at Kittie. She shot him a look in the corner of her eyes and thought about it. She snapped her fingers. "It's impossible to kill them in the daylight, contrary to popular belief. Daylight can kill them, yes, but to phisically murder a vampire, it must be on the night of the half-moon. Right?"
Griffindor smiled and nodded. Slytherin sneered. "My question will not be as easy. In fact, you have to know a certain language to answer." His sneer doubled, and he hissed.
*In the depths of this castle, there is a chamber. A creature lurks inside. It's stare is deadly, and it's fangs are venom. What is it?*
Harry laughed, suprising the founders and Kittie. He grinned and concentrated on the snakes on the frame of his picture. "Kittie? Could you make one of the snakes move?"
She frowned, confused, and nodded. She pointed her wand at the frame, and it became alive with squirming and slithering snakes. Harry smirked.
*In the Chamber of Secrets, Slytherin, your friend that has the deadly stare and the venomous fangs is nothing more or less than a spineless serpent called a basilisk.* He hissed, throughly enjoying the growing look of horror on Slytherin's face.
Kittie frowned at him and the three portraits blinked at Slytherin. He glared back at Harry, his red eyes flashing in anger. "You're a parselmouth?!"
"And you tried to cheat." Kittie smuggly sneered. "Nice try, Salazar, old friend, but, even if I can't tell what Harry said, it was obviously right. Try again, next time, Konrad."
His head jerked to her, at the mention of his old name. "You!" he hissed. Hufflepuff suddenly looked miserable. "Well, if he was right, shouldn't we let them in?" She asked meekly, not looking at Kittie. Griffindor was staring strangely at Harry. He blinked out of his thoughts and nodded. The door swung open.
Harry grabbed Kittie's hand and yelled his thanks over his shoulder before the door slowly closed behind them. Kittie looked up and groaned.
"More stairs..." Harry laughed, and pulled her up the stairs. He was beginning to feel oddly comfortable where ever he was. It might have been a lot less comfortable if Kittie wasn't there, but he was still starting to enjoy himself.
Harry stopped at the top of the stairs, and had the sudden urge to run back down. Kittie looked at him questioningly. "Harry? What's wrong?"
He looked around. It was a bedroom. A large, scarlet bed was looming over them in the corner. The dresser was thrown over sideways, with old parchments blowing in the wind. The doors to the balcony were glass, but broken. Kittie frowned.
"Someone has been here recently."
Harry inspected the massive bed that came up to his shoulders. He chuckled at the stool by the sheets. The sheets were torn, looking like that were sliced to shreds. Kittie walked out onto the balcony, and the night air blew so hard, her hair flew clear off her shoulders, blowing everywhere. Harry suddenly yelled and clutched his forehead.
He ran to the doors, but the wind slammed them shut and Harry flew back. Kittie yelled something, but the roar of the wind was deafening. Someone on a broomstick hovered behind Kittie.
He reached out a silvery hand and grasped Kittie's bare arm. She yelled, thrashing desperately. Harry forced himself on his feet and pushed himself through the broken doors. He reached forward, and his glasses flew back into the room. He dug his feet into the stone balcony, and grabbed Kittie's other arm.
Even over the roar of the wind, he could hear Wormtail chuckle. Kittie was still thrashing, as though Peter Pettigrew's touch on her arm was like acid. Harry looked down. Under Wormtail's grip, he could see scorch marks on her arm. Harry gave another tug, but the hand was too strong. The wizard pointed his wand at Harry.
"Crucio!" Harry yelled and tightened his grip on Kittie's arm, sinking to his knees. Wormtail seemed suprised, before giving Kittie's arm a last yank, and pulled her, still thrashing, on his broom. He pointed his wand at her neck, and she stopped moving. Harry flew back into the glass of the broken doors and yelled again as the glass sliced into his back. Kittie's head rolled limply back, and Wormtail shot a last look at Harry before taking off.
Harry watched them, the curse still coarsing through him. His eyes finally rolled in his head and everything went dark.
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MWAHAHAHAHA! Now things are moving. So, let me explain something. I'm going to finish all of the sequels, and then( i should be done by June 21) on that day OOP comes out, I will take all of them down. And yes, if you want to copy any of my stories, so you can read them after I take them down, you have my permission. I can't email any of it to you, because when I got this new computer, my other computer erased all my other chapters. I think it was trying to get revenge on me. So, if you can copy them some other way, that's okay. So, I think I'm still going to skip seventh year. Or maybe do a short one about the seventh year. But if I do, it's only going to be a few chapters long. My post Hogwarts is such a good idea, it's killing me because I can't write it until I finish this. Anyways, Review!!
Disclaimers: I don't own anything. Nada. Well, naturally, I own a few things, but lets not get technical.
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"Come on, Kittie!" Hermione yelled. Ron stopped scolding Ginny about how long the slit in her skirt was to look up.
"Where is she?" Harry asked, crossing his arms. Ginny shrugged. "She had better hurry up, or we'll be late for the Ball."
Hermione frowned. "Kittie? What's taking so long?!"
"I'M NOT COMING DOWN, DAMNIT!" Kittie yelled angrily down the stairs. Harry cocked his eyebrows as Hermione chuckled.
"You should see her. She's so pretty. I don't think black is her color, personally,..."
"I HEARD THAT, HERMIONE!"
Ginny sighed. "Let's just go get her." Hermione nodded in agreement. They jogged up the stairs. Harry could hear them struggling, and pulling a yelling Kittie down the stairs. As the backs of Hermione and Ginny came into sight, they let Kittie go and she fell against the wall. Harry smiled.
She was wearing a black skirt that swished by her ankles, and a navy blue top, that hugged her so tight, it looked hard to breath. It flared at the wrists, and was off shoulder. Kittie's hair was piled on top of her head, laced with blue strings. Harry chuckled.
"You look great."
She sneered. "Do you realize how uncomfortable this top is? And, how much chest this thing shows?"
"I'm not complaining." Harry grinned. She narrowed her eyes dangerously. "I hope you're happy, Harry. I'm just *so* glad the rest of the castle is going to see me."
"Yeah, well..." Harry trailed off.
CLICK!
Harry's grin doubled as Kittie gaped at him. He looked down and twisted the thing ( A/N: I don't know what it's called!) on the camera, as Ron started laughing.
"Tell me you didn't just take a picture."
"I just took a picture. It's not like I'm going to see this again."
Kittie growled. Harry put his arm around her waist and led her to the portrait. "It's alright, Kit. It's not *that* uncomfortable, is it?"
She turned to him in disbelief. "Uncomfortable?! Harry, this outfit is a bloody torture device! I can't breathe!" She pulled at her shirt and Hermione slapped her hands.
"You're going to stretch it!"
Kittie growled and Harry shrugged. "We can just stay here, you know."
Everyone blinked at him. "What are you guys looking at? Don't you have dates to find?" Kittie smiled.
All three of them looked and their watches and fought for the exit. Kittie turned to Harry. "You are the best."
Harry shrugged. "I hate Hogwarts' balls too, remember?" She laughed and pulled him down next to her on the couch. "So, are we staying here?"
"Unless you want to walk."
She made a face. "I don't think I can. How about we fly instead?"
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Harry pulled on Kittie's hand. She squealed as he pulled her off of her broom and put his arms around her waist. The broom tilted downwards, and Kittie dug her face into Harry's green robes. He laughed and pulled out of the dive.
Kittie blinked in suprise as she realized that Harry was pulling her off, on the roof of the Northern Tower. "What are we doing up here?"
He sat down, placing his broom next to him. Kittie sat next to him and pulled up her knees, her eyes automatically going upwards.
"I wish you had told me you were a Leo." She muttered, more to herself than to him. He ignored it. "So, where's your star?"
"Mine?" She seemed suprised at the question. "Oh, it's right under Orion's Belt. See?" She took his hand and pointed at the star.
Harry squinted. "That one?"
"Yeah."
"Ah. And what a beautiful star it is, too."
Kittie's cheeks flared.
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Three days later, Harry yawned and dug his face into his arm. Just as he was about to fall asleep, a shadow passed his door. He jolted up. Soft footsteps continued to pad down the corridor, to the common room. Harry threw open the door and gaped at Kittie.
"Oh, hello, Harry."
"What are you doing up? It's nearly three!"
She shrugged. "What are you doing up?"
"I was finishing that Transfiguration essay."
"You want to walk with me, then? Or do you desperatly need the sleep you can make up tomarrow?"
Harry chuckled and grabbed his cloak.
As they walked down the empty corridor, Harry turned to Kittie. "Do you usually go for late-night walks?"
She shrugged again. "Only when I can't sleep." She furrowed her brow in thought. "Which seems to be happening a lot lately. I think something's going to happen."
"Lovely." Harry groaned. Kittie giggled. "It's about time, too. Things have been getting dull. Something should happen."
"You know, you're probably going to end up eating your words off of a silver platter." He laughed. Kittie nodded.
They turned and Harry stopped. Kittie frowned. "What is it?"
He pulled out his wand. "I've never seen this corridor before. Wouldn't it have been here everyday, when we go to breakfast?" Kittie blinked and looked around. The portraits on the walls glared down at them, if they weren't sleeping.
"You're right. Didn't you ever see this on the map?"
Harry shook his head. "Never."
They walked slowly down the hall, gaping at the new portraits and the golden chandeliers hanging over their heads. Kittie looked down. "Is any of the other corridors' carpeted?"
Harry looked down. A long, red and gold carpet stretched out in front of them, to a dead-end wall at the end. Kittie sped up and stared at the wall. Harry frowned.
"This is the only wall without portraits." She mumbled, feeling it. Harry reached up and pulled the torch downwards. The flame from the torch turned scarlet and came off in Harry's hand. The wall slid up. Kittie gaped.
"How did you do that?"
Harry looked at the scarlet torch in his hand. "I don't know. Lucky guess?"
Kittie was staring at him strangely. "Well, are we going or not?" Harry poked his head in the doorway. Kittie jerked him back.
"I think we should go back." She whispered, her vioce quivering. Harry cocked his eyebrows. "Don't tell me you're scared of the dark, Kittie? This torch has more than enough light to brighten our way." he teased. Kittie straightened her shoulders, defiantly. She snatched the torch from him.
The torch hissed and shone blue. Kittie dropped it in suprise. Harry stared at it. The fire was still blue, but the fire didn't leave scorch marks on the carpet. He knelt down and picked it up. As soon as his fingers touched it, the fire hissed again, and burned scarlet.
He ran his hand across the fire, suprised that it didn't burn him. The fire seperated at his palm and reconnected on the other side. Kittie swallowed. "Let's go, then." she squeaked, looking more like a house elf with her eyes large with fear and her hair tucked behind her pointed ears. Harry nodded and stepped into the staircase. Kittie stepped on the top stair with him, and the wall slid down behind them.
They spun around, staring at the large lion sketched on the back of the wall. A shiver ran down Harry's spine and he turned back to the stairway. They slowly descended down it, Kittie's grip tightening on his arm with every step they took.
After ten minutes of walking down the long stairways, they came to a large, arched doorway. Harry gave Kittie a glance. "Well, what do you think?"
"We can't turn around, now, can we?" She shot him a small smile, before jerking her eyes back to the door way. Harry stepped in.
The second his foot hit the carpet, the torches surronding the room burst into scarlet flames. Kittie screamed in suprise. Harry gaped at the room. The room was as large as the Great Hall, with a large, scarlet rug in the middle, with a lion sewn into the center. The walls were solid golid, with scarlet hangings. A long, wooden desk sat in the far corner, with a golden cup full of scarlet quills. Harry frowned and picked one up.
"Kittie, what are these quills made from?"
She shut her gaping mouth long enough to take the feather from Harry and inspect it. "Pheonix tail feathers, looks like." Harry stared at the feather before taking in the rest of the room.
A large, gold and black piano shone next to the desk and Harry found himself being attracted to it. Kittie began muttering charms and spells, in vain hope one of them would get them out. Harry sat at the piano.
"Give it up, Kittie. We're not going to get out that way."
Kittie spun to him in suprise. "Oh, and you have a better idea?"
Harry traced his fingers across the perfectly polished wood of the piano. He leaned forward to see his reflection grinning up at him.
A strange shadow passed in front of his face, and he jerked back, looking behind him. Kittie was poking her head under the hangings', looking for an exit. Her gasp echoed through the enormous room.
"Harry...You have got to see this!" She breathed. Harry rushed over and helped her pull the hangings down. He gaped.
A large, golden door with four portraits on it loomed in front of them. All four portraits snorted awake and blinked at them.
"Good Merlin! Someone actually found us!" Squeaked an old woman with her white hair piled on top of her head. Her robes were a dull yellow, with black lining, strange colors for an old woman.
"How did two little children actually discover this room?" hissed an old man with a long, white beard and shining red eyes. His robes were green with silver lining. Harry recognized him immediatly as the statue in the Chamber of Secrets.
"Salazer Slytherin." Harry growled. A scrawny witch laughed.
"Oi. I'm Rowena Ravenclaw."
The wizard on the far right chuckled, his dark eyes glittering. "I'm Godric Griffindor. Ah. You two are in my house, aren't you?"
Harry and Kittie nodded mutely. He chuckled. "I thought so. Only brave ones would go into unknown places like that."
Slytherin snorted. "Or foolish ones." Griffindor shot him a look. Hufflepuff sighed.
"Here we go again..."
"Salazar, there is a fine line between bravery and foolishness."
"Ah, and you would know the foo-"
"Excuse me." Kittie interrupted. The four founders turned to her. "But, how do we get through the door?"
Griffindor chuckled again. "We each as you a question. And, depending on how well you listen in this magnificent school of ours, we let you through."
Harry nodded. "Alright."
Hufflepuff spoke up. "In the art of potion-making, where is it possible to pick a Wetisfretosh Root?"
Harry blanched. "That's not fair! We don't learn that until seventh-"
"In any area that experiences weather below zero in the summer." Kittie blurted. Harry blinked at her in suprise.
"How'd you know that?" He frowned.
"Books?" Kittie offered, weakly. Ravenclaw smiled at her. "A child after my own heart. Anyways, next question is mine. How do you kill a werewolf?"
Harry grinned. "I can answer that one. Werewolves are weak to silver. So, if silver was driven in anyway through their heart, they'd transform into their human form and die."
Ravenclaw nodded, her eyes glittering with pride. Godric cleared his throat. "Right. My turn. When is the only time you can kill a vampire?"
Harry looked at Kittie. She shot him a look in the corner of her eyes and thought about it. She snapped her fingers. "It's impossible to kill them in the daylight, contrary to popular belief. Daylight can kill them, yes, but to phisically murder a vampire, it must be on the night of the half-moon. Right?"
Griffindor smiled and nodded. Slytherin sneered. "My question will not be as easy. In fact, you have to know a certain language to answer." His sneer doubled, and he hissed.
*In the depths of this castle, there is a chamber. A creature lurks inside. It's stare is deadly, and it's fangs are venom. What is it?*
Harry laughed, suprising the founders and Kittie. He grinned and concentrated on the snakes on the frame of his picture. "Kittie? Could you make one of the snakes move?"
She frowned, confused, and nodded. She pointed her wand at the frame, and it became alive with squirming and slithering snakes. Harry smirked.
*In the Chamber of Secrets, Slytherin, your friend that has the deadly stare and the venomous fangs is nothing more or less than a spineless serpent called a basilisk.* He hissed, throughly enjoying the growing look of horror on Slytherin's face.
Kittie frowned at him and the three portraits blinked at Slytherin. He glared back at Harry, his red eyes flashing in anger. "You're a parselmouth?!"
"And you tried to cheat." Kittie smuggly sneered. "Nice try, Salazar, old friend, but, even if I can't tell what Harry said, it was obviously right. Try again, next time, Konrad."
His head jerked to her, at the mention of his old name. "You!" he hissed. Hufflepuff suddenly looked miserable. "Well, if he was right, shouldn't we let them in?" She asked meekly, not looking at Kittie. Griffindor was staring strangely at Harry. He blinked out of his thoughts and nodded. The door swung open.
Harry grabbed Kittie's hand and yelled his thanks over his shoulder before the door slowly closed behind them. Kittie looked up and groaned.
"More stairs..." Harry laughed, and pulled her up the stairs. He was beginning to feel oddly comfortable where ever he was. It might have been a lot less comfortable if Kittie wasn't there, but he was still starting to enjoy himself.
Harry stopped at the top of the stairs, and had the sudden urge to run back down. Kittie looked at him questioningly. "Harry? What's wrong?"
He looked around. It was a bedroom. A large, scarlet bed was looming over them in the corner. The dresser was thrown over sideways, with old parchments blowing in the wind. The doors to the balcony were glass, but broken. Kittie frowned.
"Someone has been here recently."
Harry inspected the massive bed that came up to his shoulders. He chuckled at the stool by the sheets. The sheets were torn, looking like that were sliced to shreds. Kittie walked out onto the balcony, and the night air blew so hard, her hair flew clear off her shoulders, blowing everywhere. Harry suddenly yelled and clutched his forehead.
He ran to the doors, but the wind slammed them shut and Harry flew back. Kittie yelled something, but the roar of the wind was deafening. Someone on a broomstick hovered behind Kittie.
He reached out a silvery hand and grasped Kittie's bare arm. She yelled, thrashing desperately. Harry forced himself on his feet and pushed himself through the broken doors. He reached forward, and his glasses flew back into the room. He dug his feet into the stone balcony, and grabbed Kittie's other arm.
Even over the roar of the wind, he could hear Wormtail chuckle. Kittie was still thrashing, as though Peter Pettigrew's touch on her arm was like acid. Harry looked down. Under Wormtail's grip, he could see scorch marks on her arm. Harry gave another tug, but the hand was too strong. The wizard pointed his wand at Harry.
"Crucio!" Harry yelled and tightened his grip on Kittie's arm, sinking to his knees. Wormtail seemed suprised, before giving Kittie's arm a last yank, and pulled her, still thrashing, on his broom. He pointed his wand at her neck, and she stopped moving. Harry flew back into the glass of the broken doors and yelled again as the glass sliced into his back. Kittie's head rolled limply back, and Wormtail shot a last look at Harry before taking off.
Harry watched them, the curse still coarsing through him. His eyes finally rolled in his head and everything went dark.
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MWAHAHAHAHA! Now things are moving. So, let me explain something. I'm going to finish all of the sequels, and then( i should be done by June 21) on that day OOP comes out, I will take all of them down. And yes, if you want to copy any of my stories, so you can read them after I take them down, you have my permission. I can't email any of it to you, because when I got this new computer, my other computer erased all my other chapters. I think it was trying to get revenge on me. So, if you can copy them some other way, that's okay. So, I think I'm still going to skip seventh year. Or maybe do a short one about the seventh year. But if I do, it's only going to be a few chapters long. My post Hogwarts is such a good idea, it's killing me because I can't write it until I finish this. Anyways, Review!!