In Memory Of (Editing) Chapter 21: In Memory Of All Hallows Eve, a harry potter fanfic

A/N

I usually don't do author's notes, at the beginning of chapters but since there are a lot of changes in this baby, might as well do this. Please make sure to read the A/N at the end of this chapter! I have something important to talk about which has been on my mind lately and I go into detail about some of the things you will read.

Within this chapter, you will see small stars like these ******, at certain beginnings of passages. I write my chapters with music, and that influences the way I write. If you want to read with the music that I used, you will know when and which song to play.

* Adam Lambert – Cuckoo
** Lena (Meyer-Landrut) – Traffic Lights
*** J2 Feat. Sizzy Rocket – Goodbye Yellow Brick Wall (Original: Elton John)
**** J2 Feat. Blue Holliday – I Will Survive (Original: Gloria Gaynor)

All rights belong to the according performers/artists!

I would really suggest you to listen to them. But it is of course, alright if you decide not to! Without further ado, I will let you read. Enjoy!

"Do you ladies mind telling me what happened? We have sat here all night and you still haven't told me a word."

There we sit, our minds blown from today's events. Still struck with horror, I turn to look at my friends. Dominique's, but also Lucy's and Roxanne's hair is matted with mud. Small drops of the earthy concoction fall to the ground; light thuds interrupting the silence. Our dresses are torn. My feet hurt. Blood runs down the open wound on my leg. My friends look back at me. Their eyes hold just as much fear as mine do.

My eyes travel back to Umbridge. As usual, our Headmistress stands in her rosé attire, the awful colour not matching her body or pale skin type in the slightest. Blue eyes glare down on us, urging the four of us to start explaining. My mouth opens, my chin dropping a few millimetres. A short gasp escapes but my mouth closes again. Umbridge slums back into her chair. A loud groan resonates under her filling form.

I fiddle with the tips of my fingers. From the corners of my eyes, I notice the rest do the same. We all look into our laps. Thunder cracks outside, lighting the sky in the distance. The room fills with light, the small candle not being able to compete with nature's power. The rest of the party has been sent to their beds. Just the four of us have been kept in the back.

"Miss Dominique Weasley?" Dom jumps at the mention of her name. Her white blonde locks turned red from the blood. Brown from the mud. Only now, do I acknowledge the tear stains on her rosy but dirty cheeks.

My hand reaches out to grasp the blond one's. We squeeze each other's fingers, tightly. The grip turns my fingers numb, much like the rest of my aching body.

Umbridge sighs. "Miss Roxanne Weasley?" Much like Dominique, the biracial female proceeds to look at her lap. Fingers move frantically. "Do you mind telling me, what happened?"

Roxy shakes her head, fresh tears staining her dark cheeks, yet again. I notice Lucy take her cousin's hand. Headmistress Umbridge leans back in her chair. The frustration is clear on her face. Agitation builds up in her eyes. Her brows furrow and I notice something changing.

"Girls." Another, more soothing voice calls out from the darker parts of the office. Our glares move to follow the voice. Head Deputy McGonagall walks from former Headmaster Dumbledore's portrait to stop in front of us. "Headmistress Umbridge and I are only trying to help you. We can't do that, if you won't talk to us."

Another crack sounds. Rain drops rap against the cool glass of Umbridge's office. The wind howls in the distance, nerve shattering wails hitting our ears. Umbridge sits up again. Before she is able to say another word, Professor McGonagall jumps to interrupt.

"Miss Nightingale." Her soft voice begins. Kitten heel clad feet move to stand in front of the large desk in the middle of the room. I find it hard to face the older woman. "Miss Nightingale." She repeats but my attention drifts to the soft flickering of the open fire. Tiny sparks swirl in the flame, igniting one another as they dance in an intricate pattern. They drift into the air, where they die and turn to dust.

My eyes drop, feeling heavy from exhaustion. I hear the two elder women call out our names again. And again. And again.

Almost deaf like, I turn towards them. I feel the beat of my heart increasing, loudly hammering in the shell of my ear. My lungs feel tight, restricted as my glare moves over the ground's carpet and the hardwood floors.

"Miss Nightingale." Professor McGonagall tried for the last time. This time, I face her. My eyes open and I find comfort in the depths of her warm eyes. "Do you please mind telling us what happened? You girls need medical care and sleep. The wound on your leg reopened. Please," she begs. "Please tell us what happened so we can send you to rest."

I look from the Professor and into the mud stained faces of my friends. They are already looking back at me, their eyes filled with tears as I am about to explain and relive what happened to us, on this night. Slowly, my friends nod their head.

"We-" my voice cracks and gets lost in the overpowering sound of another thunder, cracking in the late autumn night. The noise makes us jump in our seats. Dominique's fingers and mine interlace. Almost like a whimper, a heavy sigh sound from my lips. Tears well in my eyes, threatening to roll down my own dirty face. Wet hair clings to my form, my torn dress reveals more skin than it did at the beginning of this night. Heavy eyes droop again, sad and exhausted brows furrowing. The tears roll. I take in a shaky breath.

Professor McGonagall and Umbridge look at me with hope and relief in their eyes. Relief, because we are finally opening up to the authorities.

"It all started, this morning….

Time seemed to pass quickly; faster than anyone had anticipated. The hot, warming summer sun disappeared behind clouds, hiding its rays of golden light and comforting sight. The clear sky had turned to cover itself in a blanket of grey and triste but soft looking pillows. The trees shed their leaves; a few carrying shades of orange red and brown. Summer officially ended. Autumn took its place, and it doesn't seem to want to move any time soon.

The Ravenclaw tower is quiet. Its pupils have gone to bed early, the night prior, for one of them, the day had interesting plans ahead. Vienna sleeps quietly in the comforts in her bed. Beside her, in the big dorm room, Isabelle's slight snoring brings life to the awfully silent atmosphere. The long legged blonde turns in her rest, one of her arms disappearing under her cushion.

Unlike the interior, the outside of the castle is in chaos. Rain, falls heavily, clashing against the cool glass of the window. Fast, rapid thuds sound from the weather. Thunder roars in the distance.

Vienna wakes, the noise scaring her from her sleep. Covered in sweat, the brunette sits up in her bed. Feeling the warmth of her covers drowning her, she pushes them from her body. They reveal the thick jumper she had decided to wear the night before. She sheds the article from her form, remaining in a light camisole and her underwear. Slowly turning, she faces the dark within the room. Because of the heat and the closed windows, she feels uncomfortable, sticky and nervous in her own skin. With smooth, skilled movements, she crosses the room and opens the windows. The howling wind hits her in her face, the loose hair escaping from her bun.

Vienna chooses to stand in front of the opening in the brick wall. Turning back, she observes her roommate sleeping peacefully, enjoying the rest she gets and savouring the energy she is gathering. Vienna smiles sadly, having been woken from a bad dream. The nightmares had been more frequent the past days. Haunting images and faces, laughed down at her, their hideous smiles engraved into her mind.

Hopeful, she had gone to see Madame Maribelle to seek a remedy for the horrendous pictures. The physician had given her a vial of Draught of Pleasant Nights to help with the nightmares. Unfortunately, the concoction did not act in the seventh year's favour; still, the figures were dancing around her as she can't see an end in sight.

Restless, the girl walks back to her bed. The soft, unresistant surface moulds against her bare legs. Vienna peeks at the clock on her bedside table. The bright colours, shine into her sensitive eyes. She blinks, her eyes slowly accustoming to the red digits, glaring into them; they read seven in the morning. Astonished, Vienna looks outside the open window and notices the sun not having come out of its hiding spot. With a sigh, she stands from the bed.

"Wake up, Isabelle." She shakes at her friend's sleeping form. Isabelle, unlike Vienna, turns in her bed and faces the other side. Vienna tries yet again, her hands gripping onto Isabelle's shoulders. "Come on, wake up Isabelle. It's already seven. If we don't get up now, we will miss breakfast."

Grudgingly, the blonde sits up, resting her back on the head board. Isabelle rubs at her eyes, the sleep slowly vanishing. "It doesn't look like it's seven in the morning." She mentions, as she lazily looks outside the window and into the grey world.

"Agreed." Vienna stands from the bed and walks towards the bathroom. A small smile plays at her lips as she turns around. "We have about half an hour before breakfast will be served. You better hurry."

The four friends gather in the Great Hall. Breakfast has started, mere seconds ago. Thousands of different but delicious treats cover the tables, ready to be eaten by eager Hogwartians. The girls sit quietly, each girl enjoying her meal. Other, older and younger pupils chatter excitedly, conversing about the upcoming night.

"Are you hearing what people are saying?" A stressed Roxanne takes a bite from her French croissant, she covered with marmalade. "They are expecting a lot from this night. What if they don't like what we got for them?"

Lucy reaches out to firmly grasp her distressed cousin's hand. "Don't worry. We went through all the things for tonight. Melissa and the four of us know what will happen; no surprises for us. If they don't like it, so be it. We put a lot of effort into this."

"At least, we will like it." Dominique shrugs her shoulders.

The girls fall silent again, comfortably continuing their breakfast. Vienna looks around the room, but stops when she notices something in the high ceiling. Silently, she watches, her mouth agape at the sight above her.

"Mail." She whispers. The sound is loud enough for her friends to pick up and look up. Their eyes widen as well, as they glare at the hundreds of owls flying in the room. Each owl carries a package; some even carrying more than one.

The packages fall onto the tables, rolling over plates and knocking the food on it over. Children cheer, upon seeing the presents and letters their parents have send them. Excited, they showcase their presents, sharing the news and information with friends. The girls look around the room, each trying to look for their packages. The large cartons fall in front of them, the owls hooting at their owners. Roxanne is the first to open hers, whereas the others are still taking care of feeding their pets. The feathered animals nib at the treats, enjoying their short break, before flying off again. Slowly, they disappear from the hall to take a much deserved rest in the Owlery.

"They send both Freddie's and my costumes." She takes the objects out to inspect them closer. "Or they sent mine and the lack of Freddie's. What is this? And why is there so much of it?" In her hands, she holds up a clear plastic bag. Within the bag, we see small bundles of hair.

"Didn't they want to go as wolves?" Vienna questions, remembering the bickering in their common room and when they walked towards Hagrid's hut. "I guess they are going to stick some hair to themselves." She points her knife at the plastic bag, taking a bite from her meal.

Slightly disgusted with its content, Roxanne drops the container back into the packet and closes its lid. The girls shudder at the sight. With wide eyes, they move in circles, each girl opening the gift and packages at a time. After Roxanne, Dominique is the one to open hers next. Animatedly, she rips offs the red ribbon to reveal the cream coloured dress in the box. Carefully, she runs her freshly manicured fingers over the fabric. Lucy is next to open her mail. Once seeing what is inside, she sets the box aside. The three cousins turn towards their friend. Vienna opens her mail just as excitedly as the others did. Yet, as she opens the lid, she can't help the frown settling on her features. Pale and wide eyed, she closes the lid.

"What's wrong?" The girls question her, reaching out to peek into the box.

Vienna does not complain. White as a sheet of paper, she watches as her closest friends dig into her mail. Small gasps of shock resonate from them. Dom, Roxanne and Lucy look at their friend, not sure how to help her in the situation. Vienna takes her mail and looks at the two scarlet envelopes.

"I can't believe it." Her voice is but a whisper on her lips. She bites down, her anxiety and stress levels rising to the roof. Vienna's heart beat quickens. It runs and pounds in her chest as her lungs don't allow her to breathe. "Howlers." She puts emphasize on the last consonant, to prove that her mother and father have actually sent her not one but multiple Howlers.

"Just ignore them." Dominique suggests. "At least, that is what I would do."

"I can't just ignore them Dominique. You know bloody damn well that these letters explode, if not opened. They will talk either way." The girl's grey eyes widen in fear of the words her parents wrote her. "I don't want to open them. What if I just throw them into a garbage can?"

The four girls look at each other, not quite sure how to proceed. Dominique and Roxanne go through the rest of her mail, examining the white fabric of Vienna's costume. Their silence is interrupted as Venice's small form appears next to her sisters.

"Did mommy send something for me?" The eleven year old questions as she reaches for the full box. Seeing the two red letters, the youngest Nightingale member's brows draw in confusion. "What are these?" Her small hands reach in to set the two envelopes onto the table; for everyone to see.

Small hisses and gasps sound around the Gryffindor table. As quickly as the girl can manage, Vienna hides the letters in the cart board container again. Much to her dismay though, it is too late. People have recognized the aggressive colour and are now calling out on her. The girls glare at the smirking boy, lowly muttering under their breaths.

"Don't worry Vee," Dominique reaches inside the box to give her friend's sister her letters. The younger female smiles in appreciation.

But instead of keeping his mouth shut. The fifth year Gryffindor's lips open and close again, teasingly.

"Hoe don't do it." They warn the boy.

His smile widens. "Nightingale has a howler!" He shouts.

Immediately, all eyes focus on the oldest Nightingale sibling. With her face still white as a sheet, she tries to hide the envelopes. Students begin to howl, imitating wolves. They are ready to hear one of their own get an earful.

"Oh my god." Finally, the brunette reacts and hides her face in her hands.

"What's a Howler?" Venice picks up one of the special letters and turns it in her hands.

"This is a Howler." Taking the letter from her younger sister, Vienna turns it in her hands. Neatly written onto the front of the letter, she notices her name, her father's penmanship looking like no one else's.

"You are not going to open that, are you?" Her friends question appalled.

"Let's just get this over with." She sighs. "Thanks to someone, these vultures expect me to open it." They glare down the table.

Long, manicured and shaking fingers continue to play with the coloured paper. Slowly and hesitant, Vienna rips open the letter. As she does so, the letter jumps to life. Loud words echo from the transformed piece of parchment, causing Venice to jump in her seat and partially hide behind her older sister. Brave but scared within, Vienna faces her fate and allows the letter to empty its content.

"Vienna Lenore," her father begins. His awfully quiet voice causes the young girl to shrink in her seat. "Do I even want to know what went through that thick head of yours when you decided to break the school rules and have an unwanted, intimate relationship with a boy? You can imagine how your mother and I felt when we had to read from your Headmistress that our beloved daughter is running around half-naked within the castle walls. Is this some plot to get revenge on me? Are you getting back at me for being a good farther to you? Please do tell me! Because I don't fucking understand how the sweet, little girl I raised with my bare hands, could turn into a whore!" Gasps sound around the Great Hall. Vienna's eyes widen at the volume of her father's voice. Pain numbs her, as her father's words ring in her ears. He has had his times when he was angry. But screaming was all he did. But never in her life, has he called her names. Clenching her eyes shut, the now small Ravenclaw refuses to let the tears fall. "Not to mention that we are now running around and hex other students! I did not raise you to behave this peculiar way. You can consider yourself lucky, young girl. Be lucky that your small ass is not under my roof and thousands of kilometres away. You don't even know how much I would like to snap that wand of yours in half and not let you use magic. Unfortunately, I cannot do so. Consider yourself grounded, young lady! If I so much hear another word about you misbehaving, I will pull you from that school and God help me, I will cut off that hair of yours and burn every piece of clothing that you own. Rules are going to change, Vienna. You have not only disappointed me and your mother but you brought shame to our name! I don't know, if I am ever going to look at you the same again."

The letter ends. It rips itself into small pieces, which fall onto the table and eventually ignite and crumble to ashes. Ashamed, Vienna reaches for the second letter.

"Vienna." Her friends call out softly, stopping the crying girl in her way. "Don't. We can open that one, somewhere else."

The girl swallows, the lump in her throat only adding to her discomfort. Sad eyed, she touches the envelope. Its colour changes to a soft pastel pink. The girls' eyes fall.

"It's a love letter." They state.

Heavy hearted, Vienna runs a shaking hand through her hair. Ignoring the eyes on her, she open the last letter addressed to her.

"Sweetheart," her mother's soft voice causes her tears to fall free. "How did I know that you would open your father's letter first? Don't listen to a word he says in it. He is angry and out of his mind. Your father did not mean to call you that dreadful word. And beyond all, you are not a woman who would sell her body to impress men. I understand you are young and you want to have your fun. But I cannot claim that I am proud of what you have done. Attacking another student is not how I raised you to be. Your father and I cannot tell you what to do, even if your father is under the impression that he can - fool. I love you sweetheart. Don't let your father's words or any boy's behaviour ruin your day. He might have been against this, but I hope you like the gown. Love you always, mom."

Unlike the first letter, the so called Love Letter folds in on itself until it is no more but a small dot in the air. Said one dot, disappears with a cloud of sweet scent that equals the one, Vienna's mother carries on her. The Great Hall is silent. Everyone's eyes fall onto the saddened and degraded female Ravenclaw sitting at the wrong table. Vienna reaches into the box, emptying the remaining letters addressed to her siblings.

"Open this in a quiet place." She hands Venice her very first letter. "And give this to our brother."

With sagging shoulders, she stands from the table. Her friends follow almost immediately as the girl walks from the ensemble, the packet clutched under her arm.

"Vee." Her friends call for her.

Vienna stops, once she is certain of nobody hearing her silent cries.

"Vienna." Dominique takes the dress from her friend to set it aside. "Your mother is right. Your father doesn't mean a word he said in that letter. He didn't raise a whore."

"But I must be one, if he calls me one." She stutters on a sob.

"You are not a whore." Roxanne steps forward to brush away the fallen tears off her friend's face. "We all say things we don't mean, when angry."

But instead of answering, the Ravenclaw breaks into a fit of tears. Her friends react to comfort Vienna. Together they whisper encouraging words into her ear, dropping to the ground with her when her knees give away. Her sobs turn smaller with every minute that passes. The tears have stopped a long time, and she looks into air, her gaze not focused on anything.

"Is it always going to be this way?" She questions spontaneously.

"What do you mean?"

"That with every boy that I have something to do with, there is trouble to follow. First James, who made it his mission to ruin my life; which he can check off, as of now. Then there was Jason and then Harries."

"James is James." They begin. "He doesn't know when to stop."

"Yes," Lucy continues. "And nobody could have known that Jason would turn out to be this coward. Not to mention that Joshua Harries is and idiot, if he thinks that he can get away with wanting to ruin you, for not giving him what he wants. He'll have to go through us first."

"Boys are stupid."

"You can't live with or without them."

"This is not how I imagined my day to start, especially on this day." Vienna wipes the tear stains from her cheeks.

"None of us imagined it to start this way." Dominique brushed her hand through her friend's hair as she lays her head on top of her shoulder. "I thought about skipping classes today. Dumbridge did give us the day off to prepare everything."

"I thought about it too." Lucy sorts out her skirt. "But we have DADA today, and who knows who will be chosen to be under the sim."

"Right." I nod my head. "And as much as I would like to see Freddie fuck up a potion, I can't leave him alone with half my grade. You can skip third and fourth period, I will just have to catch up with you afterwards."

The girls nod, continuing to stare at the wall opposite of where they sit. Seconds turn into minutes. The school bell rings above their heads, indicating that the first period is about to start. Heavy hearted, the girls stand from their huddled position and begin to walk towards the dungeons of the castle. On their way there, Dominique, Roxanne, Lucy and Vienna are being stared at. People point their fingers, whisper to their friends in hushed, but loud enough voices. Vienna keeps her eyes on the ground; her arms wrapped around herself. Desperately, the Ravenclaw tries to tune out voices and ignore the glaring eyes.

The DADA class room is still empty, when the girls arrive, after dropping their mail in their rooms. Sitting down, Vienna stares at the two enormous chairs, in front of the class. If she was lucky, she wouldn't get picked today. But after all that has happened so far, she would count on coming out on the shorter end.

"You won't get picked." Dominique mentions, as if able to read her friends mind.

Vienna looks at the blonde, her grey eyes further depressed and sad looking. "How do you know that? With everything that has happened today, I wouldn't put it past the universe to do this," She motions to the front. "As well. I just don't care anymore. Let Presidium choose me, for all I care."

"He won't choose you, Vee." Her friends try to cheer the girl up. "He saw what happened in the Great Hall. He might be an asshole sometimes, but I doubt that he would kick someone who is already on the ground. Just wait and see."

As if on cue, the bell starts ringing. Other, much less interesting students enter and fill the small classroom. With them, the professor walks inside. His wide steps hit against the hard ground, his dark cloak waving behind him. Professor Presidium does not waste time and starts the lesson.

"Brittany Cameron and Dominique Weasley." The old professor announces and patiently waits for the two girls to walk towards the front.

Hesitant, and slightly afraid, Dominique Weasley stands from her seat. "I told you, he wouldn't pick you. That fool picked me." Her eyes widen, the blue irises moving to the side, eyeing the professor. Dominique scoffs, when she sees the small smile on the lips of her friend. "I am glad that this humours you. If I don't make it out alive, I am going to haunt you all."

With careful steps, Dom walks towards the large seats. Sitting down on the leather surface, she feels it give away under her weight. Comfortable, she notices. The white leather moulds against her calves and her thighs. Her back and her head rest in the according places.

Professor Presidium waves his wand, a light coloured veil drops over Dom's and Brittany's heads. With astounded eyes, they watch the transparent blanket of baby blue, glide over their eyes and onto their lying bodies. A small spark emits from the sheet but goes out, almost immediately. Their heads fall to the side. The two seem to be sleeping. Next to their forms, the screen starts with a slight ping. Dominique and Brittany appear on the screen.

Perplexed, the two females look around their surroundings. The girls seem to be in an abandoned park, the ground void of any happiness and life. The darkened sky lies over their heads. Clouds, roll onto the empty canvas, dotting the former grey surface with dirt coloured splatters. Rain falls from the fluffed spheres, hitting the two young girls in the face and anywhere else it is able to reach.

Words are exchanged, but they are too low to understand. Dominique and Brittany look around again. Both girls begin to run, trying to find something that would shield them from the heavy rain. Meanwhile the rest of the girls, sit in their seat, on edge to know what their friend will have to fight off.

The Hufflepuff and the Gryffindor find shelter beneath a lone tree. From the screen, the students of Professor Presidium's Defence Against The Dark Arts class, can see the sky getting darker. Slowly, the tree loses its leaves, dying and wilting as summer turns into autumn. Standing under the now naked tree, the girls feel the cold rain drip onto their skin. They wrap their arms around themselves, trying to get some sort of heat source.

"Do you feel that?" Brittany questions. Her hazel eyes, frantically wander around the scene.

"Feel what?" Dominique tries to follow the girls gaze.

"Something's wrong,"

"No shit." The blonde interrupts her sim partner. "We are standing under some bloody tree that just lost its leaves on us. Not to mention that it's cold and raining."

Brittany shrinks back, nervous and scared of having angered the veela girl. Dom's eyes harden as she turns to face another direction. Brittany follows her form.

"I-I just meant," She stutters. "Something doesn't feel right. Like there is no life here. Everything's void of any happiness."

"What do you mean?"

"I think I know what we will have to deal with." Brittany's soft voice dissolves in thin air.

Wide eyed and filled with terror, Dominique Weasley feels her blood run cold as she notices the dark figures in the grey sky. Slowly, but swiftly the figures move towards them. Their faces and bodies are hidden behind black tresses of nothing. Dominique feels a shiver run down the length of her back. Slowly, the two girls walk backwards, always keeping an eye on the dark creatures.

"Dementors." Someone behind Vienna claims in silence. It must have been a whisper for them self, but the noise was loud enough to peek her attention. Vienna nods slowly, already having figured out that the simulation was feeding off of her friends fears.

"The sim must have noticed Dominique's high stress levels, after she was picked." The remaining friends look at one another. "I don't know about Brittany but I'm sure that this is Dominique's fear."

The girls nod without any words and continue to watch the blonde run with the brunette by her side. Together, the two girls try to outrun the Dementors. Having picked up their scents and happy memories, the intimidating figures fly with inhuman speed. Long, skeleton like hands reach forward to grasps the girls. Dominique begins to scream, her fear and anxiety luring the Dementors to speed up in the chase.

They abruptly stop, when they see more of the figures appearing in front of them. Dominique and Brittany turn in their spots, trying to find a way out. It looks hopeless. The two girls are surrounded, caged within a wall of black hoods and creepy atmosphere.

"I hope you can conjure a Patronus." They edge around one another, keeping their eyes on the soul eating fiends.

With swift and elegant movements, the dark fiends move closer to the girls. Both Dominique and Brittany freeze in their spots. The cold eats and bites at their exposed skin. Both shiver in fear, afraid of angering the Dementors. Their long, pale boned hands reach out to run over their faces. Dominique shuts her eyes, not being able to withstand their faceless forms. Their hooded forms inch towards the girls, getting in the faces.

Wide eyed, the friends watch as the Dementor feeds off their friend's joyful memories. Appalled, Vienna feels her heart falling to the pit of her stomach. A shiver runs over her back, causing the hair on her body to stand on edge.

"Professor." She warns. Her voice is strong and strained with anger at the older man. She watches her friend fall to the ground. She tries again, her voice loud enough to shatter the windows in the room. With her, the rest of Dominique's family stands. With her wand drawn, she moves to stand next to the two chairs. Her friend is violently shaking in the chair, her silver hair undone from its bun. Sweat covers her friend's forehead. The blonde looks to be in pain.

"Do something." She hears someone scream from their seats.

With shaking hands, Vienna moves to run her fingers over her friend's hair. Tears gather in her eyes. "Come on. You can do it." Her voice quivers as the class surround the two girls. Not daring to looks at the screen, Vienna bends down, her lips close to Dom's lips.

"Come on, Dom. Don't do this." She takes the blonde's hand into her own and continues to mumble into her ear. Feeling her pulse hammer in her chest, she clenches her eyes shut. People around her gasp and keep their breaths as something happens.

"DO SOMETHING FOR GOD SAKE PRESIDIUM." But the man doesn't budge at Potter's plea. From the corner of her eyes, Vienna notices his hand wandering to his wand. "It's going to kiss her, if you don't do something. And god help me, I will kill you with my bare hands, if my cousin loses her soul because you piece of shit refuse to help."

"Calm down." His cousins try to calm the enraged boy. "Miss Weasley and Miss Cameron are both strong enough to handle this."

Both girls' friends huddle around them. James moves to stand beside his cousin. Taking her hand, he follows Vienna's lead and gets close to her ear. Words of encouragement and happiness travel from his lips in her ear. Shaking hands clutch at the blonde, trying desperately to free her from the simulation.

"Look." Someone points out. Vienna moves her head from her friend to observe the situation on the screen.

Within the dark mass of soul eating monsters, she notices a small glimmer of light igniting. The bright source of energy scares the Dementors away. Their screams of agony echo from the speakers. Both girls stop shaking in their seats. Relieved, Vienna, Roxanne and Lucy watch as the bright light begins to enlarge, sending more of the Dementors away, and freeing the girls from their trap. The sudden Patronus Charm prances around the field, lighting the sky and brings life to the scene. Dominique and her Hufflepuff companion slowly wake from their stupor. First, the two enemies, feel their friend move their fingers. Their eyes open and they jump to sit up.

Breathing heavily, the two girls look around the class, noticing the terrified glances and the tear infused skin. Without hesitation, James wraps his arms around his cousin's form, and lifts her off the seat. Not caring to spare his Professor a second glance, he walks out of the class room, and towards the Hospital Wing.

"What happened?" Her friends and family members gather around the hospital bed, when the blonde finally wakes from her sleep. Relieved, the girls move to hug their friend.

Once they make sure that everything is alright, they move from her, giving enough space for the hospitalized girl to breathe.

"Something went wrong with the simulation." Roxanne announces as they sit down on the bed. "Do you remember anything that happened?"

Carefully, the blonde shakes her head. Looking around the clean, stale white room, she notices one of her friends silently crying next to her. Picking up her hand, she runs her finger tips along Vienna's hands.

"Why are you crying?" Her voice sounds raw. Swallowing, the girl wishes that she would have some water to wet the tight and sore muscles in her throat.

"Why I'm crying?" Her friend scoffs. "Why didn't you use any magic? Anything! We were all worried about you. Seeing you almost die in that chair, shaking and trembling scared the hell out of us. Hell, James even bloody threatened to kill Presidium." The blonde laughs.

"This isn't funny Dominique." Lucy takes her hand. "Something happened; some magical light appeared and rescued the both of you. If it hadn't been for that, the Dementors would have taken your souls."

The Gryffindor looks around the room and into the beds. Upon seeing most of them empty, she feels her brows draw. "Where is Brittany?"

"Madame Maribelle signed her out."

Silence falls over the girls' heads. Depressed and still in shock, the keep the talking to a minimum.

"What happened in there?" Roxanne finally questions what everyone was thinking.

Dominique looks uncertain, her brows furrowing; her lips pursing. "I don't know. Everything just happened so fast. First we were alone and then everything changed. I- I just, I remember feeling cold – both temperature wise but also as if there was no life left in me. No happiness or joy. Like all my memories were being sucked right out of me. And I couldn't do anything about it."

"Do you remember what caused it?"

"Dementors." She plainly slates. "But I thought that all of them were locked away. Or at least decreasing in numbers? How was it possible for so many of them to attack me and the Hufflepuff chick?"

"Didn't you hear what Presidium said? The simulation chooses on one of the participants fears. We know that you are afraid of Dementors because your sister used to tell you horror stories about them. What if Brittany is afraid of them as well?"

"Then that could be the reason for them to be so many."

Dominique lays her head back on the pillow again. Closing her eyes, she rests a heavy hand on top of them.

"Are you okay?" The girls question.

"Yeah," She barely nods. "My head just feels like it's about to explode."

"That's normal." Vienna smiles sadly. "Be glad that it's the only thing you got away with."

"Shouldn't you be with Freddie in Potions now?"

"Fuck Potions." Vienna exclaims. "My friend almost lost her soul to some hooded bastards. I bloody hell wouldn't be able to concentrate anyway. Plus, Freddie and I will be there for the second half of the periods."

"You should be going then." She offers her friend a smile.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. We will see each other afterwards anyway, when we decorate the Hall."

"You're actually not allowed to move any of the things – or we won't let you do hard work." Vienna stands from the bed. Motioning goodbye to the girls she turns to leave. "Make sure she eats that chocolate."

"I wouldn't have helped either way."

The girls laugh. "I know."

On her way to the Dungeons, Vienna is stopped when she notices the form of none other than Freddie walking ahead of her. Unsure, whether to call out to him or not, she decides to hurry along and catch up with him. Stretching out her hand, she links her arms with the boy's much stronger and bigger one. Caught off guard, Freddie sharply turns around to face the petite brunette. Relieved, he sighs and smiles down at her.

"How is she doing?" Freddie asks, after a long period of staying quiet.

Happy and relieved to be able to answer with positive news, Vienna turns to face her companion. "She's doing well. Other than a headache, she seems to have made it without any injuries. She's laughing and joking."

Relieved, Freddie runs a hand over his face and hair. "That's good. James will be more than delighted to hear that, if he isn't already down there."

Vienna nods her head, remembering how she ran after her arch nemesis with her best friend in her arms. Together, they brought Dominique to the infirmary, without bickering with each other. No words had been exchanged but they were able to understand what the other wanted to say. The two of them sat together, until the rest of the family arrived. Unfortunately they had been too many in the room, and the boys had to leave. With a last glare at Vienna, he had told her non-verbally to take care of his dear cousin, before strutting out of the room.

"How is he doing?" She can't believe that she is concerned about his well-being.

"Better." Freddie seems to miss the situation. "He almost went through half a pack of cigarettes because of his anger. But he calmed down pretty quickly."

Vienna nods her head, not knowing how to respond. Instead, they continue to walk in silence. The two near the Dungeons.

"You ready?"

"Let's get this Nimius Phovos started" He laughs.

After Potion is finally over, Vienna finds herself walking towards the Great Hall, as she had promised her girlfriends, in the morning. All throughout the day, she had people look at her with sympathy in their eyes. Of course, they had been aggravating at first, but as the hours passed by, she had gotten used to the stares. She didn't care that people knew how ill her father had talked about her, or that he had called her names. And instead of dropping her head, she holds it with pride. No man iss worth her tears, even if the man is the one that gave her life and nursed her.

Knocking on the hard oak wood doors, she waits until someone opens up. The teachers and most importantly Headmistress Umbridge had allowed them to lock the Great Hall for the entire day, even if it meant that the Hogwartians had to eat their lunch and dinner, somewhere else in the castle.

The doors open with a heavy groan. Roxanne peeks from within, and smiles upon seeing her friend. The two girls greet one another shortly, and Vienna is granted entrance.

Once inside, the Ravenclaw notices that the rest of the team had already done a lot without her. The tables have been moved to the sides of the hall, two tables placed at the end of one another. This way, it would allow them to have the centre of the room empty and available for dancing. Millions of little candles hover in the ceiling, imitating the stars that they would not be able to see tonight, because of the clouds. Other than that, they have carved pumpkins and placed them in different spots. Mummies and other scary beings have been conjured and placed in corners. What the other Hogwartians didn't know, is that these dolls would later on move, and run after them.

"You girls, sure did a lot without me." Vienna claims, looking around the room.

"There are still a lot of things that have to be taken care of." Melissa walks up to the Ravenclaw, checking off her list as she does so. "We still have to put up the chandelier; we waited for you to do it. Then we need to put the spider webs on and not to forget the fog on the ground."

"And we have to bring the security guy to life and what not." Dominique pipes as she walks by the two.

"Hey," The best friends embrace each other. "Shouldn't you sit down?"

"No, it's fine." The blonde insists. "I'm a little tired but nothing I can handle."

"Just tell us if something happens."

"Deal." The two laugh.

Turning back to the matters at hand, Vienna asks for the list, to get an overview of the things she could help with. They all decided that the ancient chandelier should be placed in the middle of the room, in the end, when everything else is finished. Taking a hold of her wand, Vienna begins to charm the different shaped and patterned spider webs into every corner and onto some places on the wall.

"Do you think Perrie and her friends managed to cook everything for tonight?"

Vienna shrugs with her shoulders. "Why don't you go and ask?" Handing the girl a piece of paper and a pen, Vienna watches Dominique slowly walking towards one of the table to sit down.

Dominique scribbles the question onto the piece of paper, before balling it up in her hand. With a swift movement, the very same hand vanishes under the table and she knocks. And knocks again. Satisfied, when she sees the paper gone, she stands to walk towards her friend again.

"We'll just have to wait for her answer."

"Knowing her, she will have the entire kitchen on edge." Placing the last web onto the wall, Vienna moves along to get something else done.

Slowly but secure, the room comes along and the decorations find their right places. Once everything is finished and Periwinkle confirmed that everything was ready in the kitchen as well, the girls sit down to admire their work.

"I really hope people will like what we created." Melissa looks distressed as she runs a long fingered hand over her face and through her hair.

"Don't worry." The girls assure the Slytherin member. "At least, we like what we did. Who cares about what other people think? In the end of the day, all we should care about is that everyone is having fun."

"Yeah," Lucy continues. "As long as everything goes as planned, we have nothing to worry about. We know what is going to happen at which time and at what place."

"Don't drive yourself crazy with things like these." The girls stand from they are staying and ready themselves to leave.

"By the way, I promised the boys that we would help them with their costumes." Vienna rolls her eyes. "Don't worry, we each get a boy. I will ready James and Lorcan. Roxy will take Lysander. Lucy will have Andrew. And you can do Freddie and Aiden."

"But keep it quiet please." Vienna pushes at Roxanne, but laughs as they exit the Great Hall.

"See you later Melissa." They call over their shoulders. "And don't forget to lock the doors."

The four wait a few seconds before they start talking again. The conversation, nor the laughter, ceases; even though hundreds of students are looking their way when they pass.

Carefully, the sun sets behind the horizon. In its place, the moon shines bright, lighting the night and washing the ground with moon shine. Like the girls, or Dominique, have promised they were getting ready to prepare the boys for the evening.

As of right now, the little group is gathered in the seventh year Gryffindor boys' dorm room, setting up their cases of make-up, latex and other necessities they might need for their costumes.

"Do you lads have any thoughts on how you want to look like or what direction you want this to go?" Dominique question as she suits herself on her cousin's bed, who much to Vienna's dislike, decided to stay in his underwear.

"Didn't have any clothes to wear Potter?" The seventeen year old girl teases. Potter turns around, slowly letting his hands wander over his physique before his long fingers play with the rim of his underwear.

Seeing Vienna raise one of her brows at him, causes the boy to smile. He stops and turns to face his cousin. "We kind of hoped that you girls would know how to get this started." He explains, scratching at his neck.

Dominique tilts her head, her thoughts running wild with images of how she could transform these guys, into monsters – or at least scarier versions of themselves. The girls stare at one another, contemplating whether they should go for the same look or if they should give each boy their individual look. They do decide on the first option, and begin to think of some layout.

"Definitely contour their cheeks. Not too much, though. Just enough to bring out their bone structure." Dominique suggests.

"Agreed." Roxanne exclaims as she pushes her models face from one side to the other. "What about the eyes and brows? I think we shoulder thicken and darken the brows. As for the eyes, I would say we put some dark shadows on them as well. But I would keep everything natural."

The girls hum, tilting their heads. Carefully, they begin to place the make-up onto the boys' faces. At first, the male Gryffindors complain about having make-up put on their faces, but as time passes they come to get used to the new feeling. Small brush strokes are being placed onto their sensitive skin, turning and transforming the boys into something they are not.

"What about the hair, they have here?" Roxanne question, after a minute. "Do we take all of it?"

"I don't think so." Vienna pipes from her position on Freddie's bed. "Using too much, would make them look like bears. I think we should keep it to a minimum; just add some to their face and neck. If some of them want to, we can add a little to their upper bodies."

"Chest hair sounds about good, right now." The girls laugh.

"I think, I have enough hair on my chest." Potter stares at the muscles covering his upper body, flexing each pectoral to prove his point. From across the room, he hears the slight scoff of a female. Without having to look, the oldest Potter boy knows exactly who he has to address. "Don't like my chest hair, Enna?" He teases and turns around.

Much to his pleasure, the feisty brunette is already looking at him. Her steel like eyes are clinched, her jaw set in anger as he once again messes with her. A lazy smirk edges itself onto Potter's face. Slightly distracted, his gaze moves on to the boy, the beauty is working on. He watches Vienna draw little triangles onto Freddie's cheeks and his forehead; places that she would alter and later cover with the synthetic hair that his uncle had gotten for them. His eyes draw back to the girl. Her gaze is concentrated on the male in front of her. Ignoring Potter's statement all together, she continues with her work. James notices the way she stops in her work to admire it. And he notices the tilt of her head and the narrowing of her eyes as her mind works.

"Don't tell me wolf got your tongue." He teases again.

"Very funny Potter." After a quick side glance, she continues to work on Freddie's costume. "Growl for me please."

The boy laughs. "What?"

"Growl for me." She motivates him. "Like, not the sound but pull grimaces so I can deepen the wrinkles and make you look fierce. Just scrunch up your nose for me and let me do my work. You will thank me later."

Freddie follows the girl's orders, pulling angry grimaces to help her deepen some wrinkles on his forehead, nose and eyes. After finishing the wrinkles, she goes back to darken his inner eye corners; just to let his eyes appear to be more sunken in. She does the same to the outer corners of his eyes. Once finished with the foundation, the girls stretch in their positions. Looking at each other's work, they smile upon noticing the similar looks.

"Now to that hair you got." Roxanne takes the bag from where Vienna and Freddie sit. She looks at the container, shaking it up and down several times. Her brows pull together. "Where did dad even get you this?"

Freddie shrugs and turns to look at himself in the mirror. "I don't know. I mentioned to him that I needed some and he said he would take care of it." The siblings shrug.

"They only have one vial of spirit gum." Roxanne notices. "We will have to put the hair on them, one at a time."

"That's okay." Freddie and Aiden switch places, in order for Vienna to work on him. "That way, we can finish the rest of the boys." She smiles at the different boy in front of her.

The second round of boys, seem to be easier than the first. Quickly but beautifully, Vienna and Dominique finish their two boys, adding make-up to the right places. As they work, Vienna feels the presence of someone hovering behind her. Turning her head shortly, she sees Potter watching her, his hands resting on his naked knees.

"What is it Potter?" She questions as she adds definition to the wrinkles.

"Nothing." He answers. "Just admiring your work."

The work on Aiden and Lorcan finishes quickly. Within another ten minutes, the two girls have them ready. In the meantime, Roxanne has finished applying the hair to Lysander's and Andrew's faces. With Lorcan in the process of applying hair, the girls have time to rest.

"Did you girls decide on what you are going to wear and what your costumes are going to be?"

"Yes." They answer simultaneously, laughing afterwards.

"Mind telling us what you are going to be?"

"No." They say synchronized and laugh again. The boys roll their eyes. "You'll have to wait and see."

"Who's next?" Roxanne asks after finishing with Aiden and Freddie.

James pushes his friend forwards, a smile on his lips. "You can go Lorcan. I'll have my beauty do me. Right, Enna? You'll help me, right?"

"Excuse me?" Vienna sits up on the bed. "Roxanne is willing to do the job, yet you want me to do it?"

"Come on," He starts, enclosing the girl on the bed. With his body covering hers, he nibs at her neck and loses himself with the sensation of her squirming form moving under him. "Roxanne is my cousin. It would be too weird for one of them to do it. You're the only girl in here that is not related to me."

"Why the hell don't you get Sasha so she can help you?" Her voice takes on an odd tune to it. "I'm sure it wouldn't be the first time."

James' expression hardens. His eyes darken and his fingers find her waist. The curvy surface of her skin is smooth under his fingertips. "But I want you." He whispers harshly into her ear and bites on it. Vienna's eyes widen at the sudden motion. His artificial teeth, which they had put on earlier, feel hard and sharp on her ear lobe. She cries out.

"Okay Potter." She sighs in defeat, pushing at his naked chest. "Get off me."

Happily, the boy moves of Vienna and suits himself on his cousin's bed. The vial of spirit gum, a human adhesive which had been purposely created for the use of cosmetic appliances, is handed to the brunette. Leaning against the headboard of the bed, James watches his cousins' closest friend move. His eyes travel along the length of her neck, her slightly exposed bust and her timid waist. James reaches out, grabbing at the small waist. He pulls her closer, allowing her to get more access to his body and face. Vienna kneels between his legs, her body too close to his; she can almost feel the heat of his body radiating onto hers. Softly, the girl begins to apply the adhesive to the according parts on his face. Carefully tapping onto the gum, she waits until she notices her fingertips sticking to his skin. James' eyes stay focused on the girl's face. Concentrated, Vienna applies the hair to his face. Every now and then, she stops to inspect her work. Sometimes, so James notices, she will tilt her head and bite down on the pink flesh of her lips. Her brows will pull together and James would know that Vienna wants to change something.

Vienna braces herself on James' shoulder as she slightly loses balance due to the soft surface of the mattress. James immediately reacts, his arms reaching out to steady the girl in front of him. They stay silent, watching each other with unsaid words.

"Sorry." Vienna mumbles under her breath.

"Always." He promises and lets the flushed girl continue with her work.

"Do you guys know what we should do?" Freddie questions as Enna finishes the last touches on James' costume.

"What?" Roxanne responds with a question of her own. All the girls have put their make-up away and are now sitting on the boys' beds.

"We should do a séance." He ejaculates animatedly.

The four girl look at one another, remembering the last time, they had tried to communicate with the dead. It did not go well and they had promised each other, not to do it a second time. Their eyes fall onto Dominique's arm. The angry red mark still sits on her clean skin; acting as a reminder of how dangerous dark magic could be.

"I don't know guys." The blonde slowly starts.

"We don't really have good experiences with these kinds of things."

The boys look appalled at them. "Don't tell me that your story is true. I just thought that you made something up."

Dominique shakes her head, raising her arm to show them the ugly scar and probably only imperfection she would ever carry, on her body. "This is proof." A shiver runs over their backs.

"You don't have to be afraid." Aiden calls from his spot on the bed. "If something is to happen, the boys and I are here to protect you."

"Yeah." James breathes heavily into Vienna's ear. "We are the only things you should be afraid of." He nibbles on her neck again. She jerks in her position, moving away from him afterwards. He had taken the time to insert his bright orange, yellowish contact lenses.

What Vienna didn't see, is the vial on the edge of the bed. With her moving, she caused the glass object to roll from the bed. The group hears the noise before they see the damage. Like any glass would, the vial shatters into small pieces and the liquid oozes onto the ground. Immediately the girls look at each other again, their decision made up; breaking glass is known to be a bad omen.

Explaining the situation to the boys, they watch their eyes light with excitement. "We have to do it now."

"I'm not sure we should do it."

"Oh come on." They try to convince the girls. "How bad can it get? We can always break it off, if you get too scared."

Hesitant, the girls decide to give in to their plea. Summoning candles, the girls place them on the ground and around the room. Sitting down in a circle, the girls look at one another, once again. Each gives a small nod before they extend their hands.

"Always remember," They begin. "No matter what! We never break the circle."

"We need five wands; one for each element." Roxanne holds out her hands, waiting for the boys to hand out their magical wands. Placing them in a pentagram, the biracial beauty continues. "Ortus Tenebrae." She whispers under her breath.

Lucy follows her lead. Her eyes close and the soft but dark words leave her lips. "Ortus Tenebrae."

One by one, the wands' tips begin to glow, lighting the dark room with the slightest source of energy. Dominique and Vienna look at one another. "Incendio."

The candles light up, showing the group on the ground, tightly holding onto one another's hands. The group can feel the change in the air. It becomes silent; more silent than it had been before. The boys' eyebrows furrow, confused at what was happening.

"Who's asking?"

Vienna nods her head, when she notices their eyes on her. "Forces of the dark. We have called for your presence. If you wish to speak, give us a sign."

Sceptical, the boys watch as nothing happens in the room. No sign is delivered to them, no supernatural beings flying through the room. Ready to call out, Lorcan stops in his movements.

The candles' flames enlarge, rising into air until they die. The room is dark, pitch black. The dead and dark is ready to talk.

*
The music is playing loud in the Great Hall. The doors have been opened half an hour ago. Everything had been perfect, so far. The fog was covering the ground, causing it to be hard to see one's own feet. The security guard had been called to live and was doing his job. Different statues posed and came to live as soon as people stood beside them.

Unlike the rest of Hogwarts, the girls had not been able to be in the Great Hall with the great opening. Having had to finish last details on their costumes, the girls are late to their own party. The four stand in front of the heavy oak doors. They watch the different aged people dance to the heavy beat of the music. Satisfied, they smile as people run around amazed and excited.

"We did it." Lucy smiles at her friends. The girls smirk to themselves.

"We did it." Roxanne's eyes narrow in satisfaction.

The dark skinned girl has chosen to dress up in a dark emerald dress that showcases a lot of her cleavage. Her skin, she had dotted with brown and green colours to resemble the one of a snake. The intricate pattern continues all the way to her face, where it covers half of her skin. The other half, she decided to leave bare, only adding a few reddish lines here and there, to insinuate the underside of a snake. Black pumps cover her feet, adding to her overall sinister and smoky appearance. She is representing Medusa; a figure of the Greek mythology that she is interested in.

To her right, Lucy has dressed in black, high waisted tights that stop at her ankles. Her endless looking legs lead to bright red stilettos. For her face, the blonde decided to be creative and paint small beige and brown coloured spots on. Sharp eyeliner emphasizes her clear eyes. She is dressed as a leopard, a hunter and the epitome of feminism.

Dominique stands on the left to Roxanne. With the thought of dressing as a goddess gone, she stands proud in her cream coloured, sleeve- and strapless dress. The soft chiffon lays in waves around her slim body. She decided to be the Ghost of Christmas Past. With golden and cream coloured paint, she marked her skin, drawing small golden clocks which's chains wrap around her bare shoulder and neck. For her eyes she decided to put in white contact lenses, giving the illusion of her being blind. The black cat eye only adds to her beauty. With her messy hair and the blinding eyes, she looks innocent but wild in her own way. Her bare legs lead to cream coloured plateau heels that give her outfit the final touch.

Lastly, there is Vienna. Dressed in her white gown, she endorses a deep cleavage that is caused due to the off shoulder sleeves. Because of the slit in the gown, the female's pale painted legs are showcased and lead to her heel clad feet. Matching to her legs, the Ravenclaw's skin had been paled with the help of make-up. Small lines snake around her shoulder, the moulds of her breast and her face; the veins are slightly more prominent due to a spell they have used to enhance her vascular system. Grey eyes glisten with mirth, her dark hair being slicked back to reveal her beautiful face.

The girls smile at each other, entering the venue. The party does seem to be a true success. Not wasting any time, the girls start dancing to the beat, enjoying their time. One song turns into two, into three, into four, and five. Feeling slightly thirsty, the girls walk towards one of the buffets they had set up. Seeing the varieties of food, snacks and drinks, the girls remember to thank the little she-elf in the morning. Sausages look like chopped-off fingers. Apples have been covered in black caramel.

"Perrie went out of her way." Lucy exclaims over the loud music. The girls fill their cups.

Roxanne hums in delight, enjoying her second cup of punch.

"I would go easy on the beverages, if I were you, Roxy." Vienna notes, taking a sip of her own cup.

"Why." The snake lady asks.

"There's a special something in the drinks that will turn this night unforgettable."

"Alcohol?" Lucy questions.

"Better." She smirks. With a swift movement, the girl's long, almond shaped fingernails vanish within her bosom. When they reappear, she shows the girls the small vial she was hiding within the depths of her breasts.

Dominique is the first to react. She gasps, but smiles and laughs while giving her friend a teasing push. "That's why you took some of it. And I wondered why you would need some of the potion."

"What potion." The two clueless cousins question.

"Heightened Sense Potion." Vienna simply states. "One drop of it is enough to do the job, for the night. Every noise, every feeling and sense will be intensified; fear, lust, hunger. We are in for a wild night." The banshee smirks again, her friends joining her.

"To a night of success." Lucy raises her cup in the air. The rest of the girls join their cups, agreeing with the golden blonde.

"To a night of success."

The music changes yet again for the night. The up tempo beat has the young teens dancing and moving their bodies to the rhythm. The girls have separated a long time ago. Nonetheless, they are so close to each other that they are able to see where everyone is. The air in the Great Hall turned stickier, heavier as everyone's breath infused and mixed with one another. The drug infused punch is keeping everyone on edge, causing everyone to have the time of their life.

Vienna has dropped her sorrows, forgetting them as her hips move with the music's beat. Slight drops of sweat dance on her skin, her heart beat racing and her senses on high alert. Feeling his arms around her, would have disgusted her any other day. But at this moment, she couldn't care less. Instead of pushing him away, she had pulled him closer wrapped her arms around his naked, broad shoulders. Strong arms and hands had pulled her closer as well, joining their pelvises, rotating on one another. Both James and Vienna enjoy the time, their bodies move in perfect sync. Sweaty and heavily breathing, the two are feeling each other up, running their hands along the other's body. They explore, tease, lick, and kiss.

Somebody must have spiked the punch. It is the only solution the busty brunette could come up with. She wished that she would care. But because of the potion and the alcohol, her body is on fire; James' fingers are fire on her. They burn holes into her skin, wanting her to feel more, to feel his strong fingers in other places. Lowering his head, the oldest Potter boy kisses Vienna's neck. Soft but rough lips leave behind passionate kisses, burning nips. The brunette is willing in his hands. James smirks at the sound of her soft whimpers.

Taking her hand, the drunken boy leads his conquest to the nearest wall. Almost immediately, he throws her delicate body against it and captures her parting lips in a heated kiss. Vienna's head spins, the potion exposing its effects on her. James' lips taste sweet, like caramel. They move wild, hungry on her own. His hands, matching his tongue, wander excitedly on her body, running along her rip cage and down to squeeze the soft moons of her arse. James presses his pelvis into Vienna's as she moans in delight. The punch is messing with both their senses. He knows that Vienna would never let him touch her. But he had to take the chances, had to try his luck. And he is lucky indeed, for he now had the vixen, moaning and whimpering in his arms as his tongue, hands and other body parts teased her to no end.

Kissing James is turning Vienna's head hazy, cloudy. She tries to win the upper hand, to dominate. But much like in every other situation, Potter is stronger than her. His hands dig painfully into her behind, massaging the soft flesh and her lower back. Freeing herself from his addicting lips, she does to him what he does to her.

James tries hard not to let the excitement take control of him. He ignores the pleasuring licks and kisses she spreads on his neck and chest. Her lips suck, pull, tease at his skin, leaving harsh love bites he would carry with pride.

"Enna." He deeply moans her name, as the vixen painfully digs her sharp nails into his muscular back and drags them towards his arse. Just like he has done, her hands hide within his underwear and she runs her nails over the naked skin of his behind.

Harshly, he pushes her hands from him and traps her between his arms. Rolling his hips into hers, once again, he teases her with a last kiss. "You need to calm down." His voice, raspy and out of breath, is music to her sensitive ears. "I need to calm down." Vienna purrs as she purposely pushes her hips into him. With a hiss, he grasps her by the neck and kisses her again.

"I'll be back." James whispers in the girl's ear.

Vienna giggles as he kisses the spot under her ear and leaves behind a wet trail. She watches as the boy struts across the room and vanishes from her sight. Being alone, doesn't seem to bother the female. All hot and sweaty, she moves to walk back to the dancefloor and join her friends. Vienna is stopped in her way.

Dancing, she greets the brunette, from her DADA and Divination classes. Brittany looks nervous, almost afraid as she is about to tell Vienna her news.

"Vienna-"

"Call me Vee." The brunette giggles. "All my friends call me Vee."

"Okay." The Hufflepuff begins again. "Vien- Vee, there is something I have to tell you."

"Shoot." Vienna continues her slow dance, throwing her hair from side to the other. She sings with the loud music.

"Some people have seen your brother leave the party. They overheard him betting that he is brave enough to enter the Forbidden Forest. I don't know what led him to say this, but he said he would."

All colour drains from Vienna's face, making her look sicker that she already does. The music is background noise in her ears, her beating heart overpowering her shell. "What?" She questions slowly, hoping that she had misunderstood the female in front of her.

"Your brother left the party to enter the Forbidden Forest."

Vienna's heart sinks to her stomach. The drunken feeling vanishes and she comes to her senses. Her stupid little brother had gotten himself in danger. Now she would have to follow him and stop him. Looking around the room, she notices her friend having a great time. All girls are dancing, laughing. She decides against asking them for help.

"Thank you, Brit." She thanks the Hufflepuff.

Uneasy, the brunette grimaces. "I'm so sorry." She mumbles but the words die in the air; too low for Vienna to pick up.

Smiling at the girl, Vienna gives her a final hug and walks towards the entrance of the room. Her feet pick up speed. She is running from the Great Hall. The fresh air of the corridor helps her clear her mind. Shortly stopping, she gathers the many layers of her dress, in her hands, and runs into the direction of the castle's back door. The further she gets from the Great Hall, the lower the music gets. Much like it had sounded when she received the news, the music turns into background noise.

Once out the doors, Vienna shivers. The cold October wind bites at her arms and her exposed skin. She shakes it off, starting her sprint yet again. Is hard to walk on grass with heels, but determined to safe her brother from potential danger, she manages without complaining. At the opening of the woods, she notices a small figure. She calls out his name, but the boy doesn't stop. She calls out again. And again. And again. But Vesper enters the woods.

Vienna stops in front of the opening, cursing her brother out. She calls his name again. But he doesn't react. There is only one choice left to do.

Placing one foot after the other, Vienna enters the Forbidden Forrest.

Vienna ignores the quietness within the woods. The music had turned silent a long distance ago. Taking a few careful steps, Vienna stops to look back at the castle. If she wanted to, she could turn around and ask her friends. With narrowed eyes, she decides against the thought and gathered her dress in her hands again.

With each step she takes, the darker the woods become. Vienna frees her wand, which she strapped under her dress to light the tip of it. The magic charm glows and shows her the way around the endless trees. The trees, tall and slightly covered in leaves, dance in the wind as a strong breeze passes by. Vienna wraps one of her arms around herself, trying to warm the naked skin.

"VES!" She finds herself screaming out. Once, twice, thrice. But her thick-headed brother doesn't answer. With a shake of her head, the banshee continues on her way.

The woods turn thicker. Trees grow taller, more intimidating. Their branches spread around them, the light on the tip of Vienna's wand casting their shadows onto the ground. Like arms, they seem to grab and reach for her. The Ravenclaw regrets her decision. She should have just left her brother to rot in these woods. It would have served him right, for getting himself into trouble. Had he not heard a word her father said in his dreadful letter?

"VES?" She calls for him again. All signs of intoxication vanish. Her senses, still heightened because of the potion, drive her mental. Nature's sounds hurt her. The smell is too strong for her to handle. The cold is too much to beat. For a second, she contemplates whether she should leave or stay. She opts for the later.

Being deeper than she has ever been in the woods, Vienna feels her blood run cold. The darkness increases around her. The light of her wand is too weak to help her. Plus, it casts scary images onto the ground.

Vienna's heels crunch against the ground, her foot crushing the fallen leaves under her. A specific smell spreads in her nostrils. Petrichor; she may have liked the scent of falling rain but in her current situation, she couldn't imagine anything worse. Rain is the last thing she needs. Attentive, not to step on any bigger branches, Vienna continues on her mission on finding her oh so courageous brother.

She sighs, running a hand through her hair. The night and the fun is over for her. If she is lucky enough, she will find her brother. If not, she will be stuck in here for the rest of the night.

Another strong blow of cold air, passes around the woods. The trees rattle and shake with it. Her hair flies in every direction, running amok on her head. Vienna shivers again. She tries to ignore the deafening noises and wraps the one free arm, tighter around herself.

The sound of a twig snapping behind her resonates. In hopes of having found her brother, Vienna turns around. But standing in front of her is not her brother. Her wand drops to the floor. The leaves partially dim the light but it is enough to give away its form. The horrendous chase begins.

Meanwhile in the castle, the music is still turned up high. Hogwartians of all houses dance and shake their bodies to the deafening beats. Within the mass, are Vienna's friends. Dominique, Lucy and Roxanne have slowed their dancing. But they still are going at it.

"I need something to drink." The silver blonde veela exclaims, stopping all the way. Proud, she walks towards the buffet, dodging people and snogging bodies on the way.

Once at the buffet, Dominique decides on getting another cup of punch. The sweet flavour spoils her taste buds.

"So," she hears from her side. "What are you dressed up as? I watched you all night, but I can't figure it out."

"Harries." The blonde acknowledges her friend's former lover. "What a pleasure to see you here." She notes dryly, sipping from her sweet juice.

Similar to Lucy, the Slytherin has dressed to look like an animal. Golden hair has been slicked back. Golden coloured make-up covers his face.

"A ghost." She teases insincerely, shaking her fingers in his face.

"Boo." The boy goes along and laughs.

"And what are you dressed up as?" She looks him up and down. "If I didn't know any better, I would say that you're a lion."

"So clever." He smirks and takes the cup from Dom's hands. Joshua Harries sips from it. "Say, where is Vienna? I haven't seen her the entire night. I hear she looks delicious."

Dominique's features pull into a grimace of disgust. She shakes her hand, declining to take the cup back.

"It would be heart breaking, if something where to happen to her, let's say in the Forbidden Forest, while she's looking for her lost brother."

As it did with her friend, the alcohol leaves Dominique's system, allowing her to fully function.

"What did you do to her?" The female whispers appalled. Her eyes narrow. She bares her teeth.

"Nothing." Harries takes another sip from her cup.

"I'm not bloody playing with you Harries. I can see the corners of your lips pull into a smile." She screams louder. "What did you do to her?"

"Why don't you ask sweet little Brit?" He teases. "She was so easy to pursue. It was almost too easy."

"What did you do?" Dom steps closer to him, the threat in her voice audible. "If you only but touched a hair on Vienna's head, I will kill you. Do you understand, Harries? Now, fucking tell me what you bloody did to my friend."

"Ask Brittany." He smiles and walks away.

Tempted to run after the piece of shit, Dominique decides against it. Instead, she turns to walk towards her cousins. The two girls are stopped in their movements as the frantic blonde catches their attention.

"What's wrong?" Lucy questions.

"Find that Hufflepuss Bitch." She orders.

"Why." Roxanne looks at her cousin. "What do we want from her?"

"Just find her Roxy." She glares.

Noticing the sincerity in her voice, Lucy and Roxanne help Dominique find the Hufflepuff. Within five minutes, the cousins succeed in finding their person. Strutting towards her, the girl doesn't stop of step aside for anyone. Spontaneously looking up, Brittany notices the army of beauties march towards her. They have found out, by the looks on Dominique's face. Ready to face her fate, she breathes in deeply.

"Where is she?" Dominique draws her wand. "You better tell me what he did to my friend."

Brit swallows, eyeing the tip of Dominique's wand closely. "I am so sorry." The tears begin to fall from her eyes. "He- he forced me to do it."

"Do what?" Lucy steps forward.

"He made me lie to her. I- I had to tell her that her brother ran into the Forbidden Forest because of a stupid bet. But he didn't. He just wanted her to get hurt. Vienna is in grave danger."

The girls open their mouths to say something, to express their feelings. But they are stopped. The lights suddenly die out, leaving the room in complete darkness. Windows shatter and crash onto the ground. Someone in the crowd screams and the lights turn back on. Another scream follows the first one.

People gasp in shock and run to see what has caused the commotion. On the ground, she lies; a girl, in a puddle of her own, red blood that is spreading around her, casting an unholy halo on the ground. Melissa is the first to act as Head Girl. She bends down to slowly turn the girl around. Carefully, she places her hands on the girl's shoulder and pushes. Seconds feel like minutes, feel like hours. The suspense is heavy in the air. The girl is turned onto her back. Lily Luna Potter lies on the ground. The crimson liquid almost matches her flaming hair. Cheerfully, the young girl opens her eyes, and begins to laugh. 'Sike', is the word that is sprawled onto the floor. Immediately the music begins. Drunken students cheer and continue with the party.

Having known of the plan, the girls don't stay for Lily's grand performance. They have more urgent issues, to take care of. Running as fast as they can in heels, the girls do not think twice in entering the Forbidden Forest. The ghostly atmosphere is ignored, as they scream and call for their friend. But Vienna doesn't answer. They have to run deeper.

"Where is that girl?" Lucy questions, stopping to turn in her spot. All around, it does look the same. Trees everywhere and no Vienna in sight.

"We will find her," Roxanne assures. "Don't worry. She has to be here somewhere."

The three nod, deciding to move on. Every inch and every tree they check to see if there is any sign of their friend having been at these places. But to no avail. Vienna seemed to have been careful not to leave anything behind. The three cousins move along, jump over branches and climb over fallen tree trunks. They fall, slip and slide on the dirt, ruining their costumes. But there is no sign of their friend.

"VIENNA!" They scream out, in hopes for her to hear and to react.

"This is hopeless." Dominique rest against of the trunks. "We will never find her this way."

The other two sigh, agreeing with their pale haired veela cousin. Dominique begins to play with the trunk's rind, picking on it and ripping it off.

"Dom." Lucy exclaims. "What are you sitting on?"

"A tree Lucy."

"I know that." She says unimpressed. "But there is something white peeking from under you. Stand up."

The blonde stands, throwing her wand's light onto the spot she had been sitting. Indeed, there is a piece of Vienna's white gown that she is wearing.

"Thank Merlin, we found something!" They exclaim.

"But," Roxanne walks closer to inspect the fabric and the angry stains on it. "Is that? Blood?"

"Do you think she got hurt?"

"I hope she didn't."

They decide to walk further, forgetting the piece of their friend's dress and hope that all is well with her.

The chase seems endless, ongoing. Jumping behind trees and dodging branches, Vienna has tried to be smarter than the creature that is following her. From all she has seen, the thing had more than one head, of which one hisses the entire time. Strong paws echo on the moist soil ground. The thing, whatever it is, could smell her. It knows where she hides and it somehow knows her next move.

It was hard to do magic around the beast. Something about it weakened the girl's strength and she couldn't even perform the simplest spell.

Vienna is tired, exhausted from running. She had fallen multiple times, bloodied herself up and ripped her dress. Mud is sticking to almost every inch of uncovered skin. Her hair, previously neatly combed and styled, is a mess from getting stuck in branches and from the powerful wind.

The brunette's draws breath. The beast is closer. She can hear the heavy breathing in its massive body, the snake like hiss. The air around them changes. It feels sticky, much like it did in the Great Hall. Her fingertips clench around her wand. A growl emits from its throat. Lion like roars echo in her ears. Vienna tries to move slowly, careful not to make any sound as she readies to run again.

With her heart beating fast in her lungs, she holds her breath. Small lights shine at another part of the woods, reminding Vienna of little fireflies hovering in the air.

"VIENNA!" She hears her name being called. Perplexed, she does not notice the twig under her feet and steps on it. The snap is louder than it would have been in any other situation.

Drawing the beast's attention, she curses under her breath. Her friends call for her again. Vienna curses again. The tip of her wand lights up and she screams.

Vienna's scream echoes in the girls' ears. They see the tip of her wand in the distance. It moves, and they follow her.

"Run." She screams at them. "Something is following me! Run as fast as you can!"

The girls pick up speed, running closer to their friend and the animal that supposedly following her. Moving their wands in different directions, Dominique is the first to notice its large body. Just as Vienna's senses had told her, the beast had three heads. One of it placed in the middle resembles a goat's. Another one looks like a lion's. And as a tail, the beast carries a venomous snake. They watch terrified as the thing closes in on their friend.

"VIENNA RUN." Their high pitched screams call out. The cousins pick up speed, somehow outrunning the beast and catching up with their friend. Distracted by the light, the monster stops in his tracks, giving the girls enough times to run further away.

"What is that thing?" Lucy screams petrified.

"I don't know." The girl notice how tired their friend sounds and looks. "But I am sick of it."

"What happened?"

"I went in here to search for my brother. That Brit chick said he went inside."

"Ves never left the party, Vee." They change direction. "Brittany lied to you -"

"No shit." She screams. "I'm going to kill that bitch, when we get out of here."

"It's not her fault." Roxanne ejaculates. "That bastard Harries forced her to tell you lies."

Running seemed pointless. The girls are tired, ready to give up and just face their fate. They had run around for hours, trying to find a way out. All they could come up with was the little lake at which they couldn't even stop to rest. The beast is close on their heels, never stopping, not tiring. Heavily breathing, it enjoys the chase, the adrenaline of its dinner running from it.

The girls slow in their steps. Their lungs burn and every muscle aches. Unexpectedly, Vienna falls to the ground. Being the one to run the longest, she is the most tired. Her feet ache and her heart is hammering in her chest. The soil beneath her is wet but hard when she falls. The dress she is wearing had turned reddish brown, a long time ago. The rest of the girls, stop in their tracks as Vienna's wand falls from her hand. Turning around, they only see their friend on the ground, and the beast leaping into air.

Reacting quickly, Dominique screams out. Her right arm swings out, a blue veil shooting out to hit the beast in its broad chest. "Reducto." The beast is thrown backwards, clashing against trees, destroying weak branches.

Dom runs forward, helping her friend stand on her feet. "Come on, we have to go." The encouraging words are useless.

"I can't anymore." Tears gather in Vienna's eyes.

"What do you mean?" Her friend screams appalled.

"I can't," she stutters and yearns for air to fill her lungs, for oxygen to spread in her veins and let her think properly. The drug had stopped working a long time ago, the stress causing the effects to wear thin. "I can't. We will never get out of here. Not with that thing chasing after us. Around it, no magic works."

"Don't say that." Dom's voice is soft as tears gather in her eyes as well. She had only seen her friend this vulnerable once in her life. And she had hoped, promised herself not to see it happen another time. "We are going to get out of here."

"How?" She screams. "Tell me Dominique! How? I tried every little, stupid and fucked up bloody spell but that thing is too strong."

"We are going to make it Vienna." The other cousins step closer. Vienna goes to sit against a tree trunk. Burying her face in her knees, the girl continues to sob.

"I can't do this! I'm tired, exhausted. My feet hurt and I am bleeding." She shakes her head, miserably staring into the woods.

The three cousins look at another. Fear, anxiety and stress cause them to tear, to let their emotions free.

"It's hopeless."

"Stop saying that." Dominique steps close. "We are going to make it. We have gone through so much, today. We will get out of here, I promise you."

"I doubt it."

"Stop it Vienna!" The pale blonde screams. She runs a dirty hand over her bruised and tearstained cheeks. Her voice begins to quiver. "Stop it. Please. You are the strong witch here. Without you we don't have any chance of survival. You know what? I heard you, okay. I heard you speak to me in that simulation. Your voice was clear. And it made me happy. It made me remember all the things we wne through and the memories that I cherish the most. I admit that nearly killed me but I had so many happy memories. I couldn't form that stupid charm. You tried to guide me through my darkest time. Now let me bloody guide you. We will make it out of here. I went through too much to let you give up on yourself. We will make it. We have to believe it. Because if we don't believe I, then I'm losing hope too. Just calm down. We're too scared and too tired to function."

"Dominique." Her cousins step forward.

The blonde violently shakes her head. "No. We will make it out of here. We have to!" She falls to the ground, bursting into tears. "It's hopeless. No one will come to save our souls. We will rot here while they have fun in the Great Hall."

"Oh my god." Vienna's eyes widen. "Oh my god. My wand. Where is my wand?"

"What's wrong?" Wiping at their tears the girl watch their friend dig through the endless amounts of leaves.

Vienna smiles in triumph as he fingers glide over the soft length of her wand. Not wasting any second she stand up. "Amissum Anima." The bright light, illuminates the dark sky. Bold letters appear above the heads, indicating their distress.

"Lumos Solem."

"What are you doing?" They friend watch as Vienna sends one spell into the air after another.

"The Great Hall." She states and receives confused glares. "The ceiling in it. It has been charmed to look like the weather outside the castle. Which means that everything that happens out here will be shown in there."

"Right." Lucy whispers. Drawing her wand she follows Vienna's lead.

In different patterns, the girls send various spells into the air.

„Lumos Solem."

"Amissum Anima"

The spells, ignite in the sky, lighting the dark canvas and playing with the clouds. Hope seems to grow within the girls. If anyone notices the lights in the sky, they will know that something is wrong. They will come for their rescue.

The girls turn when they hear growling. Coming back to its senses, the beast stands on its feet. Wild, angered it looks at his prey, ready to tear their throats out. The girls swallow, bravely standing in front of it.

"What are we going to do?" Roxanne questions.

Dominique stands from the spot on the ground. Wiping at her tears, she walks towards her friends. Proud, she straightens her back. Her eyes look fierce, determined. "We bloody fight."

With smiles, the girls draw their wands, ready to defend themselves against the beast. Its upper body lowers to the ground. The animal snarls at the four girls. It stands on its feet again, showing its true height, before leaping into the air. The girls watch, pointing their wands into its direction. If the beast wants to play, the girls would gladly play along. Different colours shoot from the girls' wands, hitting the beast in the chest. The magical creature is strong and stands back on its feet with every spell that brings it down. Furious, it snarls, barks and roars. The girls stand their ground, feeling stronger than ever. Wind picks up, ruffling through the different layers of chiffon, silk and polyester. Their hair drifts in the breeze, adding to the dramatic effect. Another round of spells is fired towards the strong animal.

"Convergence." The girls mutter simultaneously under their breaths. The spell rolls of their tongue. Their wands glow bright, growing hotter with every second they use their magical abilities. Blinding, hot lights emit from the tip of their wands. They shoot out, turning and twisting around one another, fusing and merging into one strong ray of magical power. The girls' eyes turn white, the irises gone and giving the girls a deathly look. The spell lights up the entire forest, eliminating every shadow, every spot of darkness. The beast shrieks, stuck in a cage of light, happiness and magic. Trying to free itself, it runs against the walls. It's useless. For the first time in the night, the girls seem to have gotten the upper hand.

"Expecto Patronum." The Patronus Charm leaves their lips.

Each girl gives a jerk, their spirit animals, forming from within their deepest parts. Different sized animals spring free, roar, hiss and roll towards the dark animal. They circle around it, hiding it under their ghost like appearances.

Their magic dies, leaving the girls vulnerable again. The beast is on the ground, defeated and exhausted from fighting against four powerful witches. Heavy hearted, the girls kneel on the ground, catching their breaths and letting their bodies calm down. Looking at one another, they begin to laugh.

"We did it." The soft, glowing lights of their magic vanishes, leaving them in complete darkness.

The light of another person's magic jerks them from their stupor. The tabby cat prances and jumps in the air, its elegant form nearing the girls. With tired eyes, Dominique, Roxanne, Vienna and Lucy watch the corporeal patronus. Patiently, the animal waits for the girls to stand up. When they finally do, the feline begins to walk, leading them out of the woods.

No one of the girls had ever been this happy to see the castle, in their life. Melissa and the rest of the party stand on the field. Professors, ghosts and elves alike accompany the others. The tabby cat moves forward, running to her owner. Professor McGonagall's patronus dissolves beautifully into air, the smoke like light vanishing. The girls laugh within their group. But the laughter soon turns into tears, crying and sobbing. The girls turn to embrace one another, finally able to relax in their skin.

"Girls." The professor rushes forward, calling different students with her to assist. Among the crowd, they see Umbridge, wild, concerned. Strong hands reach out to steady the weak girls. Relieved, they allow themselves to fall. "No. No. Stay awake." The teachers encourage.

Being led towards the entrance, the many students make way, staring once again at the quartet of girls. Seeing the cause of their nightmare, Dominique stops in her tracks. Turning, twisting and protesting against her assistance, she faces the smiling Slytherin.

"You think, this is funny?" She screams, raising her wand in his face.

Acting quickly, Vienna stops her best friend from getting into trouble. "He's not worth it." She doesn't bother to look him in the eyes. "He's dirt under our feet."

Reluctant, Dominique turns around. "You little bastard will wish not to have crossed my friend. I promise you that."

The professors lead them from the prying eyes and into the Headmistress' office.

A/N

READ!

I want to thank you all for reading my most current chapter In Memory Of … All Hallows Eve! I have looked forward to write and finally be able to publish it. After two days and several hours of consistent writing and rereading/editing, I am finally able to do so.

Before I go on about the different scenes and things that I did new with this chapter, I want to speak about something that I and probably a lot of other authors suffer from; reviews or lack of reviews. I know, some may roll their eyes and just skip over this part. But I haven't really mentioned this in any of my chapters. I have kept my mouth shut, always thanking the ones that do review and leave something behind; which I will DEFININETLY continue!

I see the amount of people that have read my chapters and story. The numbers vary from 100-1500 views, for each chapter. And I think that it is sad that the total amount of reviews I get for a chapter is 0-6. Compared to how many people read this, that is nothing. I put a lot of work into these chapters. I think everything through, follow my own thoughts but also try to satisfy the wishes you all send me. I'm really not complaining, because I am happy about every little review that is send to me. I will always reply and thank you. But there is always the thought of wishing to have more.

But for this particular chapter, I want every single reader to write something, anything really! – want NOT force! I can only ask you to do something. If you decide not to act on it, that will be your choice. But because this chapter means a lot to me, and I have looked forward to share this with everyone, I ask you to leave me behind a review. I know I have written a lot, and some things you might not remember. But when you read something, you build your own opinion immediately, and automatically. I would like to hear that opinion, to know, if you liked what you read - To know, if you would have wanted to some passages to be written or acted out differently. Criticism is good – in my opinion – whether it is negative or positive. That way, I will be able to learn from my mistakes and keep improving.

For the guests that read my story. If you are afraid of telling your real name or just simply don't want to reveal your identity, you can always come up with something, something creative. I have tried it myself to see, if it was possible and it is. You don't have to have an account to review.

And don't be afraid, if your English isn't that well. Just try your best with writing and I will do my best with understanding! English after all, is not my native tongue either.

So again, I ask you readers, guests and members alike, to review on this chapter, and maybe future ones. It would make me very happy. Tell me your favourite scenes /moments /passages /thoughts /quotes /ANYTHING! I would really like to know.

Thank you!

To the content:

A lot happened, didn't it? First a flashback, then a change of perspective and a whole lot of other jazz. The intro, I had already written three or four chapters ago (maybe two weeks earlier) and it was saved on my phone, where I write and usually reread my stories, so I always had something that kept me going. I was unsure of how it would turn out, but it did come out good.

The flashback, or the main part of the story, 16.000 words! Can you believe it? To be honest, I did try to write as much as I could. So I came up with things. Vienna waking up, the girls eating breakfast, crying, laughing and what not. One thing, I really wanted to have in this chapter, were the Howlers. Initially, I had planned to give her only one, in which her mother screams at her, much like Molly Weasley did in the second edition of the Harry Potter books. But while writing, I changed it to be her father that has a fit. Her mother on the other hand sends her a Love Letter – an idea that was last minute and that's name I had troubles with finding. But Love Letter sounds nice; especially the idea of how it dissolves into air and leaves behind that specific scent of the person who sends it.

The DADA class. Neither Dominique nor Brittany (BIG BIG SHOUTOUT) were supposed to be the ones, in the sim. BUT! They ended being the ones. Vienna had already been through a lot that morning. I didn't want her to break down for real. So her best friend had to take her place. And what simulation that was. Almost being kissed by a Dementor? When writing and rereading the part, I questioned my doings. It did sound weird to me that the sim almost killed her and it still does. But I guess, I make everything that happens in the sim, happen out of it to the body as well; if that makes sense.

We have more crying, sad moments and laughter. The girls putting on make-up for the boys, James and Vienna, JAMES AND VIENNA SNOGGING! A lot of you wanted to have them go for it. This time, I decided to give you what you want. We have scratching, biting, pulling, teasing. EVERYTHING your heart desires.

Running in the Forbidden Forest! Crying even more. AND showing one's true potential.

All in all it was a lot. One thing that I did notice is that my focus seemed to be on Dominique a lot. Especially in the woods and the sim. I wanted to show that even she is a strong witch; not only my OC. Actually the entire group is strong. But apart from that I wanted to show that only together, as friends, they are the strongest! Friendship, Family and Love are the strongest powers a person can have.

For the spells:

Ortus Tenebrae: Rising/Awakening + Darkness. I think that it self-explanatory
Incendio: which you should already know about. Incantation to light fire.
Reducto: Same applies here. Redactor Curse to blast objects/people into pieces.
Amissum Anima : Lost + Souls
Lumos Solem: Sun light
Expecto Patronum: Come on….

Costumes:

If you want to know how the girls look in my thoughts then you can go and check out Alexys Fleming's work. She has amazing tutorials on her YouTube on how to dress and use make-up for Halloween. She inspired all the looks. So I wanted to credit her as well. If you want to stick to your own images, that is fine as well!

But just in case.

Roxanne: Medusa
Dominique: Ghost of Christmas Past
Lucy: Leopard
Vienna: "How to draw veins"
The Boys: Inspired by the wolves from Teen Wolf and Alexys' video for wolves.

For any comments or questions don't be afraid to contact me. xox