Chapter 29, Potions, Boggart, and Snakes.
"Word" – Speech.
'Word' – Thought.
"Word" – Slender Speech.
#Word# - Texts, messages, phone calls and on-screen words. Will have speech marks if words are being spoken at the same time as they appear on-screen.
~Word~ - Written words.
$"Word"$ - Parseltongue.
Disclaimer, Harry Potter is the creative property of J.K Rowling and the studio that produced the films.
Any CreepyPastas mentioned in this fic will have their creators stated in the endnotes.
I also have no ownership of any brands, games, franchises or shows mentioned in this fic.
Any persons mentioned outside of the stories that this fic is based on, that I haven't stated are a reference, are purely fictional. I do not condone killing unless it is justified, i.e. Hunting animals for food or as a last resort in defence. Any similarities to any persons mentioned are purely coincidental, unless it is in reference then I will have stated where the reference was from if it is overly obscure at the end.
Locations in which the kills are chosen are selected by online generators and I zoom in to see what's near there on google maps. All kill scenes that I write that did not occur in the Harry Potter book series are not based on any real-life events.
Author's note.
They're back at Hogwarts, and this fic is finally getting further from the canon story.
Sorry about last week's chapter being a little late, I definitely hit a wall when writing.
That being said, I've been planning how this fic will go and I'm almost certain that I have an idea on how it'll go.
Kidding...
I have no idea how it'll go.
Anyway, I've got a structure for these notes, and that means it's time for the reviews.
Lunarwolf11021;
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Can you see my notepad?
549;
That... certainly sounds interesting.
From what I'm getting from the review, the dementor boggart causes whatever Slendy marked Isaac with to flare up and warps himself to the classroom and then goes full monster on the boggarts ass.
That would be a pretty funny scene but I think I'm gonna have something else.
Might put it in a small EXTRAS chapter where the CP things completely mess up HP canon.
DarkRavie;
Thanks, glad you like it.
ARMYPotterhead(Guest);
1, No.
2, No.
3, Glad that you like the story.
Matt(Guest);
Thanks. I want to try and lean further from the HP canon and the friendship with Draco would be pretty difficult to work with in the future if the Buckbeak incident went down with him as the one getting hurt.
I have read 'Harry by Proxy' and if I ever feel like I am really struggling I might drop them a message asking for advice.
Silver-Tongue;
Beautiful, why thank you.
Glad to hear that there's at least one person who thinks I'm doing the pacing of the story alright, I'm planning to try and have more of my own scenes instead of ones from the book and only try to have the major events that impact the story turn up.
I'm happy that you think I've done Isaac's development alright as well, that was something else I was worried about.
Alright, I think I'll not have any OC's that turn into major characters, just occasional people who turn up that I've mentioned in the past or keep them out of the main roles of the story.
Jamie(Guest);
Thank you.
I do have one or two things planned in the future in regards to that.
Sweet Smilie;
Fizz is the best mouse. Yes.
I... I... I really want to write that now. Just have Fizz pop out of Ron's easter egg or something. Or some chicken he wanted.
Mrs Norris will be faced with most of Fizz's actions that he gets whenever he gets bored, might annoy Crookshanks a little if he's around.
Trelawney looking at Slenderman's tea... I'm gonna write something with that eventually, that's too good an opportunity to miss.
No, Dean cannot be everywhere... I need to fix that a little... probably just have Isaac get grouchy and say, "Go find Dean," Or annoy everyone with references that only he understands.
Pansy's family will be out for blood. Hagrid's safe, but Buckbeak's going through the trial stuff.
Draco... I think I'm just trying to write him to be more independent and able to stand up for himself more.
Now how to have him and Isaac be able to be seen in public... to the library.
I'm not going to say anything about who I'm gonna ship Isaac with.
Ok... this part didn't translate to English very well. From what I understand... it's either about (1) if Slenderman would be affected by the dementors, or (2) do the dementors cause the same effects as Slenderman?
– No. They wouldn't affect Slenderman. He'd just look down at them and then rip them into pieces.
- No. They do not cause the same effects as Slenderman, just slightly similar.
Shibo No Asashin;
Thank you!
No, it makes sense, I prefer it when I'm able to have 100% control of what I write and not follow the HP side as strictly as well. I think you're the first person to thank DP aside from me, that's nice.
I am reading 'Tale of a Clown's Mage' I really like it.
Just gonna say this. If there is an HP/CP crossover than I have most likely read it. I started writing this because there was a severe lack of HP/CP crossovers out there.
Ok, that was the last of the reviews.
And that means I check in with DP.
So, how ya doing?
I am doing good SG. How are you?
It snowed here in Wisconsin again… -.-
It is mid-April, it shouldn't be snowing like this. So how is the weather across the pond SG?
Anyways welcome back readers I hope you all enjoy this week's chapter.
Well... for me it was sunny, then it was cloudy, then it rained.
So pretty much normal for us, except that there was actual sunlight coming through the clouds and we're apparently getting a heatwave at some point so that'll be fun.
Ok, back to the story.
Let's hope that I know what I'm doing...
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Lebanon, Kansas.
"C'mon," Charlie said, holding his hand out and helping Devon up over the ledge he currently stood on.
"Right," Devon said, rubbing his hands on his trousers to rid them of the dirt from the climb, "Should be this way," he pointed and started walking.
"This is what we get for not bringing a map," Charlie said, falling into step just behind him.
"I know where I'm going," Devon snapped, "Just over this next hill is a small stream, past the stream is the road, the road leads to the campsite,"
"Aah, yes," Charlie said, "The campsite where we should have been..." he checked his watch, "Three hours and twenty-eight minutes ago,"
Devon just growled and continued through the trees; the softly blowing wind seemed to laugh at their predicament.
Charlie stopped and looked around.
For a moment there, it sounded like there was laughter.
"Hey... Devon?" Charlie called to his friend, looking over his shoulder down the path they had come down, "Did you hear something?"
"You complaining?" Devon called, a fair bit of distance between them now.
Charlie had just turned in time to see Devon yelp and tumble out of sight down some unseen ditch hidden by the ferns.
"Devon!" Charlie called out, hurrying over.
He skidded to a stop, letting his backpack fall off his back and crouching down where his friend had slid down.
Devon was bent over down at the bottom of a clearing, a strap on his backpack had broken and it was half hanging off him. The ferns and trees had grown in a way so that it was near impossible to see the clearing from the path they had been walking.
"You alright?" Charlie called down.
Devon didn't reply.
He slumped over onto his side, flattening his bag, and Charlie scurried back.
There was a large hilt sticking out of Devon's chest, the blade buried deep inside him.
Charlie was about to jump down when someone walked out of a hidden spot.
Whoever it was had their hood up so he couldn't see their face, but by the shape of their body, he guessed it was a woman.
"Please!" he cried down, "Help him!"
The woman bent down, tilting her head as she looked at the hilt of the knife, before grabbing it and yanking it free; sending a large splatter across the forest floor.
"His time... was up," the woman said, turning to face him.
Charlie gasped at her.
There were thick, black, cross-shaped stitches across her cheeks like she had sewn them back together after they had been cut. Her hair framed her face, falling away enough for him to see the one green eye staring up at him.
Her other eye had been replaced by what looked like a pocket watch that had been roughly shoved into the space, skewed so that the number twelve was in the direction of her other eyes eyebrow.
Her smile widened, causing the stitches to cut into her slightly.
"Your time is up too," she said in a carrying whisper and Charlie scrambled to his feet and started running down the path.
Brambles caught on the upturns of his jeans and low branches threatened to scratch his face as he ran as fast as he could, stumbling once or twice over loose stone before one particularly large one caused him to trip, roll, and land in a crumpled heap five feet away.
He tried to get up but his leg gave out underneath him.
He was sure that he had dislocated part of it, even though he had no proper idea, and tried to crawl his way into the thicket of the undergrowth.
He tried to frantically calm his breathing as he tried to listen for the sounds of someone chasing him.
He finally managed to calm his breathing to the point that it came out as shuddered whispers of breath and listened as the sounds of the forest echoed around him.
He started to breathe easier as he thought he had gotten away.
Then a thick belt was swung around the tree, catching him in the face, and was pulled tight; trapping his head against the tree.
"I told you..." the woman said softly as she started to twist the two ends of the belt so it pulled tighter and tighter against his head, "Your time..."
Charlie groaned as the leather cut into his face, he could feel his eyes starting to pop under the pressure.
"Is..."
He cried out as he felt his own, warm, blood seep out under his fingers as he tried to pull the belt off.
He could hear something else creaking alongside the leather against the tree.
"Up..."
With a loud crack his skull finally caved under the pressure and collapsed into itself.
A few moments later, the woman still hadn't stopped turning the belt, the straps gave way and the belt whipped free; tearing a few strips of flesh away with it.
The woman stood up and looked at the ruined belt.
"Aww," she moaned, "I liked this one,"
She walked around the tree and looked at the crushed skull.
"You're not using this, are you?" she asked the body, pointing to Charlie's belt.
"Well... you were never using anything down there anyway, were you?" she said as she pulled Charlie's belt free and fastened it on her own jeans.
"Thank you," she said before walking calmly through the forest on her way home.
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Hogwarts.
Isaac sat on one of the chairs in front of the grand fireplace in the Gryffindor common room.
Dinner had passed and they were trying to go through the Transfiguration homework they had gotten but they were too worried about how Hagrid was.
"We've got a good..." Isaac said, checking his watch, "Hour and a bit. Wanna go see Hagrid?"
Hermione looked out the window overlooking the grounds.
"I don't know," she said slowly as she glanced at him.
"Let's go see Hagrid," Isaac said, jumping up and going up the stairs and grabbing a jacket.
Hermione and Ron realised that they weren't going to be able to convince him otherwise and followed him out the portrait.
They didn't meet anyone on their way down and hurried across the grounds towards Hagrid's cabin.
Inside the cabin Hagrid was wiping down his table, lifting a tankard the size of a bucket up as he cleared the spot underneath it.
"Spect it's a record," he said thickly throwing the washcloth into a basin of water on the kitchen worktop, "Don' reckon they've had a teacher who on'y lasted a day before,"
"You haven't been sacked, Hagrid!" Hermione gasped.
"Not yet," Hagrid said, sounding miserable, "But 's only a matter of time once Parkinson's family gets their fingers in,"
"You warned us, Hagrid," Isaac said, "She's at fault for not listening. Call us up to testify if it gets to court,"
Hagrid smiled meekly at the three of them.
"I can go through the library and find past cases involving hippogriffs in lawsuits," Hermione offered.
"I'll help you," Ron added on, not wanting to be left out.
Hagrid's beetle eyes seemed to glaze over in unshed tears.
He dabbed them against the large handkerchief he had and turned back to face them.
He went wide-eyed and jumped a little as though he was seeing Isaac for the first time.
"WHAT D'YEH THINK YOU'RE DOIN', EH?" the three of them jumped at his change of tone, "YEH'RE NOT TO GO WANDERIN' AROUND AFTER DARK, ISAAC! AN' YOU TWO! LETTIN' HIM!"
He strode over to Isaac and tried to grab him but Isaac ducked under his arm.
When Hagrid turned to see where he'd gone Isaac had seemingly disappeared.
"I'm takin' you's three back to the castle," Hagrid said, he swayed a little as he looked around for Isaac.
Isaac's head popped up from behind Hagrid's table.
"C'mon," he said, gesturing out the door as Isaac slid out, "Don' let me catch you sneakin' down teh see me again, I'm not worth it... jus' hold on a mo',"
He quickly dunked his head in the large water basin to wake himself up more and quickly wiped himself down with a towel that was hanging outside to dry.
As they made their way back up to the castle Isaac turned and looked at the trees.
He'd gotten too used to looking for Slenderman, he decided.
He didn't see him but he thought he had seen a pair of eyes staring at them from the undergrowth.
Pansy didn't re-appear in classes until halfway through the double Potions on Thursday morning.
Isaac rolled his eyes at her when she walked into the dungeon, looking like she was attempting to put on a brave face.
'I've seen better acting in B-movies,' Isaac thought as Snape called for the class to settle down.
Throughout the class Pansy loudly complained at how she was unable to perform the required actions due to her arm.
By the five minute mark Blaise and Draco, who she had been sitting next to and were instructed to help her through the lesson, looked tired and ready to have an early lunch.
Pansy had just started complaining about how her Father was already looking into action against the school when...
"And what colour is the potion supposed to be, Longbottom?" Snape asked acidly, dipping a ladle into the cauldron in front of the trembling boy.
"G-green, sir," Neville squeaked as Snape let a large amount of potion fall from the ladle into the cauldron and showing everyone it's orange colour.
Then things got worse when he announced that they would test Neville's potion on his toad Trevor at the end of class. Hermione offered to help him but Snape shot her down.
When Snape moved back to his desk Seamus leaned over to the desk that Ron and Isaac were using as he leant over to borrow Isaac's scales.
"Isaac, did you hear?" he breathed quietly to avoid Snape hearing him, "They reckon that they've spotted Sirius Black!"
"Really?" Isaac asked, "Where?"
"Not too far from here," Seamus told him, "Some muggle spotted him, but they think he's just a normal criminal that's escaped from a nut house,"
"Quiet," Snape called, not looking up from the piece of parchment he was marking on the desk.
The rest of the class was passed without further incident.
That was until Pansy started complaining about how Hagrid was an oaf that needed to be fired.
After checking that there was no one looking his way Isaac ducked his head down a little.
"Fizz," he said quietly, "Fizz... wake up,"
A barely audible squeak came from his pocket.
Isaac rolled his eyes and carefully sneaked Fizz out, pretending to have been adjusting his tie.
After a careful bit of maneuvering, he managed to turn the small key on Fizz's back with one hand and Fizz shook a little as he woke up.
"Girl in the cast, broken arm," Isaac said as quiet as he could, "Don't be seen, but give her a fright,"
Fizz gave another quiet squeak and scurried down his trouser leg and away.
Isaac waited patiently, and three minutes later...
"WYAAGH!" Pansy shrieked, jumping in her seat and knocking something into her potion which gave off a large purple cloud.
Professor Snape whipped his wand around and dissipated the cloud before glaring at a very red-faced Pansy.
"And just what was deserving of that outburst, Mrs Parkinson?" he asked.
"A- a mouse bit me," she said, shrinking back a little.
"A mouse?" Snape said slowly, "Something funny, Potter?"
Isaac had let out a small snort of laughter that he had thought no one had heard. Evidently Snape had.
"Nothing, sir," Isaac said, "It's just that... those runes on your doors prevent the access of small rodents,"
Snape looked down at Isaac.
"And how do you know what those are?" he asked as everyone turned to see if he was right.
"They were used as an example on a starter sheet by Professor Babbling on common runes used in society,"
"Correct," Snape said, and turned back to Pansy.
"Refrain from further... embarrassing outbursts in class, Mrs Parkinson. Potions are a delicate craft, after all,"
Pansy somehow went a deeper shade of red as Isaac felt something tugging at his sock which meant that Fizz had made his way back to him.
"Unfair git," Ron mumbled, sliding a few roots into his own potion, "If that'd been one of us, he'd have thrown us into detention,"
Throughout this time Neville had continued working feverishly to try and fix his potion; Hermione giving him hints through clenched teeth.
At the end of class Neville had managed to create a working shrinking solution and Trevor the toad was temporarily transformed into Trevor the tadpole.
Snape, however, either noticed or correctly guessed that Hermione had helped him and took five points from Gryffindor for disobeying orders.
Ron grumbled on his way out of the classroom.
That was, until they reached the Great Hall for lunch and Ron turned to talk to Hermione and they found that she'd disappeared.
Isaac spotted her running up the stairs.
"I'll go get her," Isaac said, patting Ron on the back, "You go on ahead,"
Ron shrugged and went off to see what there was for lunch today as Isaac jogged and came up to Hermione as she was wrestling to close her bag.
"Need a hand?" he asked and Hermione jumped, yanking a part of her bag and a seam split.
Isaac looked at the amount of books that spilt out of her bag.
"Ok. I know that I joke about you trying to read the whole library by the time that we're done with Hogwarts... but holy hell, how many books do you need? It's only Defense this afternoon,"
"It's fine," Hermione squeaked, shoving something down her shirt, "I've sorted it all out with Professor McGonagall,"
She waved her wand, muttering a reparo, and fixed her bag. She then stuffed the books that had fallen out back in so it was near bursting again as she made her way to the Great Hall.
Isaac watched her and felt Fizz shuffle up the inside of his pocket and poke his head out.
'Squeak'
"I agree... she's hiding something," Isaac said, making his own way to the hall.
He wanted to get a good lunch before Defense because, so far, his experiences with the class were less than stellar.
First-year, the teacher tried to kill him.
Second-year, the teacher was an utter moronic cow and tried to erase his memory (A smile grew on Isaac's face at the memory of punching Lockhart in the face).
Professor Lupin, so far, hadn't been too bad. He had protected them on the train and looked like a generally kind person.
Isaac sat down between Ron and Hermione as he slid a few pieces of bacon onto his plate.
Really, after everything that had happened in the past years, how bad could it be?
Isaac glanced down at his watch as he sat in his chair as he and the rest of the mixed class of Gryffindors and Slytherins waited for the late Professor Lupin.
When he did show up he told them to pack everything that they had taken out away and follow him out of the class for a practical lesson.
Aside from meeting Peeves on the way down, and Professor Lupin sending him on his way with a large wad of gum shoved up his nose, the only other thing that happened was that they were led to the Teachers Lounge.
Snape was sat in the room. His dark eyes followed them in and Isaac watched as they latched onto Neville for a moment before looking to Lupin in what Isaac thought was the same kind of disgust that he normally reserved for him.
"Keep the door open, Lupin," Snape said, rising from the chair in which he was sat, "Possibly no one's warned you, but this class contains Neville Longbottom. I would advise that you don't entrust him with anything complicated. Unless Miss Granger is hissing instructions in his ear,"
Lupin smiled at the dark cladded Professor.
"Not to worry," he said kindly, "I was hoping that Neville could help me with a demonstration, and I'm sure he'll perform admirably,"
Snape sneered at Professor Lupin as he strode out, robes billowing behind him.
The class was silent for a few moments as Lupin closed the door.
Then the wardrobe by the door rattled and shook, causing a few people to jump away from it.
"Nothing to worry about," Professor Lupin said calmly, "It's just a Boggart,"
Isaac and Dean, going by the look on his face, had no idea what that was but everyone else looked like it was something to be worried about.
"Now, who can tell me what a Boggart is?" Lupin asked and nodded to Hermione when she raised her hand.
"It's a shapeshifter," Hermione said, "It takes the form of whatever a person fears the most,"
"Correct," Professor Lupin said, "Now, Boggarts like the dark and enclosed spaces. I once met one that had lodged itself inside a grandfather clock.
Now, as it does not yet have someone to fear it, it has not yet taken a shape.
However, when I let him out, he will assume the form of whatever you fear the most," he said to Neville, "Though this class does have one big advantage. Do you know what that is, Isaac?"
Isaac's eyes flicked to Professor Lupin and back to the wardrobe.
"There's a lot of people here," Isaac said, "It'll be harder to change into something that'll scare all of us,"
"Precisely. Now, the charm to repel a Boggart is very simple," Professor Lupin said, "But, what ultimately finishes a Boggart off is laughter. The charm will force the Boggart to turn itself into something that you find funny.
Now, repeat after me, no wands, riddikulus!"
The class echoed him twice until he deemed it that they could pronounce it properly.
"Now then, Neville, come here," he gently guided Neville so that he was directly in front of the rattling wardrobe.
"Now, what is it that scares you?" he asked Neville kindly.
Neville's mumbled reply of "Professor Snape," got a couple of chuckles from the class.
"Doesn't he scare us all... you live with your grandmother, yes?"
Neville nodded.
"Now, just what is it that your grandmother wears?" Professor Lupin asked and Isaac bit the inside of his cheek as Neville told him of the long, green, dress; a hat with a stuffed vulture on top of it; fox-fur scarf; and large red handbag. He had an idea of what Lupin was going to get Neville to do.
Professor Lupin smiled as Neville finished.
"Now when the door opens, and the Boggart assumes the form of Professor Snape, I want you to think about that long dress, big hat, scarf, and handbag.
And when you cast the charm Boggart-Snape will be forced into that long dress, hat, scarf, and handbag," Lupin finished and the class laughed.
The wardrobe shook violently and a few of them jumped back again.
Professor Lupin walked back from Neville and waved his wand at the windows to close the curtains so that the only light was from the many candles in the room.
"Ok, line up against the wall," he instructed, "We'll start on this side and I'll call you forward to face it," he turned back to Neville.
"Alright. Ready Neville?" he asked and Neville nodded and raised his wand.
Lupin pointed his wand at the wardrobe and it opened.
Snape climbed out, his long robes billowing as he glared at Neville.
Neville raised his wand a little higher and cried "Riddikulus!"
Snape staggered back and the class laughed at the sight of their greasy-haired potions Professor in the dress and scarf.
"Excellent, Parvati! Forward!"
Neville leapt back and Patil Parvati stepped forward.
The Boggart turned into a shuffling mummy. When Parvati cast the charm a bandage came undone and it fell over as its legs became tangled.
"Seamus!"
The mummy became a Banshee and as it started to screech Seamus cast the charm and took away it's voice.
"It's getting confused," Lupin said as the Boggart changed to a rat, then a rattle snake, then a single eyeball.
"Ronald!"
Many of them screamed as a large spider appeared in front of them.
"Riddikulus!" Ron screeched and the spider lost its legs.
"Good, good, Dean!" Lupin called and Dean stepped forward.
Isaac stared at what the Boggart turned into.
"Dean... if we don't die I'm going to kill you," Isaac said.
"Yeah," Dean agreed, not taking his eyes off it, "I'd kill me too,"
Blaise walked past the very confused others in the line and stood next to Isaac.
"Well... this is going to be fun," he said, "Don't blink,"
"Mr Thomas," Lupin said, "What exactly is that?"
Many of the class were looking amongst themselves as Pansy asked the question that many of them seemed to have.
"What's so scary about a statue, Thomas?" she sneered.
Dean, Isaac, and Blaise kept their eyes locked on the Weeping Angel that stood before them, it's face hidden in its hands.
Suddenly the candles in the room flickered, going out for a few seconds, and when they stilled again the angel had moved.
It was around a metre away from Dean now, who had taken a couple of steps back in anticipation, and its hands had dropped from its face. A cruel smirk could be seen upon the stone effigy.
Many of the class gasped and Dean raised his wand.
Before he could speak the candles flickered again and the angel moved. Its face was barely inches away from Dean, its hands had changed into claws and it's mouth had opened up in a silent, fang-filled, roar.
Dean leapt back and yelled, "Riddikulus!"
Blaise grabbed on to Isaac to steady himself as the two of them laughed at the sight of the wobbling man in the tan trenchcoat in front of them that staggered back away from Dean.
"I found a liquor store. And I drank it," the man said as it turned to look at Isaac.
Things seemed to slow down slightly as Isaac wondered what it would turn into.
For a brief moment something popped into his head.
The rotting hand that he had glimpsed on the dementor on the train floated to his mind.
Then something else came to him.
Him.
Standing there, drenched in blood with fire encircling him, sprouting from his hands in seemingly endless torrents.
A wide maniacal smile adorned his face and large, slanted, claw marks had been slashed across his face. One of his eyes was missing. Some sort of dark shadow seemed to be shimmering in the air around him, clinging to him almost possessively.
Toby and Ben were both lying dead at his feet as he laughed endlessly with Slendy approaching and a tentacle piercing through his chest and...
"Here!" Lupin shouted as he jumped in front of Isaac, startling him.
The Boggart briefly changed into what Isaac thought was a white ball before Lupin, almost lazily, cast the spell and the Boggart changed to a balloon that spluttered its way around the room before landing in front of Neville again.
A brief glimpse of Snape's clothes being quickly changed to the dress again as Neville gave another laugh and it burst into smoke.
Lupin waved his wand around and the curtains opened again, letting light flood into the room.
"Yes, well, that was most certainly interesting," Lupin said.
The bell to end the class ended and Lupin shouted out over it that all they had for homework was to read the chapter on Boggarts in their book for next week.
Isaac jogged down the stairs to catch up to Dean.
"So, that was the deadliest, most powerful, most malevolent life form that evolution has ever produced, was it?" Isaac said, causing Dean to jump as he hadn't noticed him approaching, "And you turned it into the Angel of Thursday,"
Dean huffed in laughter as they sat down at the table. Ron and Hermione not far behind.
"What was that thing?" Ron asked as he added a few helpings of roast beef to his plate.
"That was a Weeping Angel," Isaac said, "Deadliest creature in the universe,"
"A what?" Ron said.
"The Weeping Angels," Blaise said, sitting down and causing Ron to glare at him, "Oldest hunters in existence and the only thing that will kill you nicely,"
"What are you doing here?" Ron said defensively.
"Relax, Weasley," Blaise drawled, "I'm not staying long I just want to talk with, quite possibly, the only two other people in this castle that will understand me,"
Ron turned to Isaac, "You're going to talk to him?"
"No, I'm gonna Riverdance," Isaac said, piling a few spoons of mashed potatoes to his plate and passing the bowl to Blaise.
Ron looked astounded between the two of them before turning to his own plate.
"So, know what it would have been for you?" Blaise asked Isaac.
The image of Toby and Ben dead at his feet by his hands flashed through his mind again.
"No clue," Isaac said, not meeting their eyes, "Would've been interesting to see through. What about you?"
Blaise turned and looked at him, slowly chewing his food as he thought.
"It's between two," he said, "Either that green mess from Clom," Isaac and Dean shivered slightly, "Or..." he trailed off, going blank in the face and leaned forward to look Isaac directly in the face.
"Are you my Mummy?"
"Oh, that kid," Isaac said, shivering again, "I mean... Yeah, he got that bomb to the face in the middle of the London Blitz and didn't mean all of it, but... just... no. I'd rather take the angel.
It's from Doctor Who," Isaac said to Ron who was looking extremely confused, "Got affected by... future medical things and was turned into a sort of zombie that went around 'curing' others into the same thing as him... I'll show you the episode some time,"
"You know, sometimes, what you watch sounds downright terrifying," Ron said, cutting into his roast beef.
"Na. I just haven't explained it properly... then again, my 'people skills' are 'rusty'," Isaac said with a smirk.
"I don't understand that reference," Blaise said.
"I learnt that from the pizza man," Isaac said and the two of them turned to Dean.
"My turn, or am I judging who had the better quote," he asked.
Blaise and Isaac turned and faced each other.
"Quote off?" Blaise challenged, "First to say a quote from the wrong character wins?"
"There's a bottle of old 'Fuck You' in a cabinet," Isaac started.
"Get the hell off my property before I blast you so full of rock salt, you crap margaritas," Blaise said.
"Well, boohoo, I'm so sorry your feelings are hurt, Princess," Isaac said.
"And what's going on here?" Snape asked acidly. Evidently, his curiosity as to why one of his Slytherins was sitting on the Gryffindor table had forced him over.
A quick glance at the head table told Isaac that a few other Professors were intrigued as well.
"I... don't exactly know, Professor," Hermione said.
"The two of them are trying to see who can come up with the better quote from Supernatural, Sir," Dean explained, "It's a t.v. show, sir,"
"I understand the concept of a show, Mr Thomas," Snape said, "And a point from Gryffindor for profanity," he added on, looking at Isaac.
"Yes sir," Isaac said, nodding and turning back to Blaise.
"Do I look like a ditchable prom date to you?" Blaise finally said.
"Do I look like Dr Phil to you?" Isaac countered.
"Don't make me get my gun, boy," Blaise said.
"Why'd you take a picture?" Isaac said.
"Why'd you use tongue? Damn!" Blaise hit his leg.
"Wrong character, Isaac wins," Dean declared and returned to his now cold cuts of beef.
"Tell me before you go running off again," Draco said, sitting down next to Blaise.
"And what are you doing here, Malfoy?" Ron sneered.
"Sitting with my friend," Draco said, "Crabbe and Goyle have the conversational skills of toddlers and Pansy is a simpering fool,"
"Fair do's," Isaac said, "Gravy?"
"Thank you," Draco said as a plate appeared in front of him.
"You're fine with this?" Ron asked Isaac in a whisper.
"Yes," Isaac said, "We're going to be sharing a castle with him for... how many years of school do we have here?"
"Seven in total," Hermione said, Blaise nodded in confirmation since his mouth was occupied by broccoli at that point.
"Right, thanks... five years. We have five more years with them so I'm not going to waste energy over something stupid and childish that we said when we were eleven," Isaac finished.
"Who's side are you on?" Ron asked desperately, as if Isaac was betraying him.
"Whoever gives me waffles," Isaac said.
Then he waited.
And he waited.
"That was the hint to pass the waffles," Isaac said after getting tired of waiting.
"Here," Fred said, sitting not too far away on the opposite side of the table.
"Thank you," Isaac said, taking the plate, sliding a few waffles to his, and passing it back, "I'm on their side," he pointed to the twins with his thumb, "Hail chaos!"
Isaac looked down at his plate and back to Draco's.
"Wait... how'd the table know to place a plate here for you?" he asked.
"There's charms based on what house you get sorted into," Draco said, "At the opening feast the elves set out more than enough plates and the ones that don't get used are sent into storage for the rest of the year.
Each table gets a set amount of plates and if a student from one table goes to sit at another then one from the original table moves with the person to the new one,"
"Wait... house elves?" Hermione asked, "Working here?"
"Yes, the largest amount in Britain, if I remember correctly," Draco said.
"Well... do they get paid? Sick leave? Why are you laughing?" Hermione cut herself off when Draco started snickering.
"Granger, house elves enjoy working," he said, clearing his throat, "Holidays? They don't want them. They don't want to get paid, they don't want freedom,"
"I hadn't mentioned their freedom," she looked down at her food, "Slave labour... all of this, made with slave labour," she pushed her plate away from her.
Draco sighed, "Granger, you are not the first to think that house elves need better lifestyles.
If you look at some of the more modern history books there are a few well-documented cases of witches and wizards trying to secure better living standards for them. None end well.
The elves are happy doing what they do, they turn down the offer of what we see as a better life, they feel insulted when you offer it. True there is the occasional one that might take it; our old elf Dobby certainly was an odd one, wonder what happened to him?"
"Your father released him by accident," Isaac said, "Tossed him a book that held a sock, gave him clothes,"
Draco looked at him in confusion, "Why did the book have a sock in it?"
"Plead the fifth," Isaac said.
Hermione had finished mulling over what Draco had said.
"Why are you being so nice?" she asked, "Last year you couldn't say a sentence to me without insulting me,"
Draco looked a little sheepish.
"I... I'm sorry for what I called you on the Quidditch pitch last year," he said, "It was... you know when you're a child and you hear a swear for the first time, so you go to your parents and say it, proud of learning a new word?"
Hermione nodded.
"Well I overheard my Father use it in his study, and when I asked him about it he said that it was a word to describe people beneath you. Had I known what it meant then I would have never called you it,"
"Thank you," Hermione said, "And if Isaac is willing to let bygones be bygones, then so am I," she pulled her plate back to her but didn't eat much.
Draco smiled and returned to his food.
"So what have people done about making sure house elves have better lives?" she asked and soon the two of them were deep in conversation.
Ron didn't say anything throughout the rest of the meal. Isaac expected that he was going to get an earful when they got back to the dorms.
'Yep... called it,' Isaac thought as he listened to Ron rant in their dorm room.
"... and Malfoy! Isaac, mate, he's just another slimy Slytherin!"
"Snakes aren't slimy," Isaac said but was ignored.
"... just trying to get close to you to curse, or hex, you before the next Quidditch match! And the way he was talking to Hermione!"
"What? Politely? He was nothing but civil," Isaac said and was ignored again.
"You haven't been here as long as I have, you don't know the stories about Malfoy's father," Ron wheeled around and grabbed Isaac by the shoulders, "He was the one to put the Diary in Ginny's cauldron last year, for Merlin's sake!"
"Get your hands... off my shoulders," Isaac said carefully.
Ron let go of him with an exasperated sigh, "You don't understand,"
"What don't I?" Isaac asked, "So far the only person who's throwing a tantrum about this is you. So we're in different houses, what's so bad about that?"
"Isaac, listen to me, I'm telling you, that there's not a single witch or wizard that went bad that didn't come out of Slytherin," Ron argued, "Name one good one that did?"
"Merlin," Isaac said.
"What? No he didn't," Ron scoffed.
Isaac responded by getting Merlin's chocolate frog card out from his chest of drawers and tossing it to Ron.
Ron's mouth dropped open and he looked like someone was pulling his eyes out of his head.
"Well... you can't name a bad one that didn't come out of Slytherin," Ron tried.
"Sirius Black," Isaac said.
"What? How d'you know he's not a Slytherin?" Ron asked.
Isaac responded by walking over to the bed where Seamus slept. He pointed out a name carved into the frame.
~Sirius Black, Hogwarts' heart throb~
Below that was another carved scrawl.
~And expert drama queen~
Ron went wide-eyed at the thought that he was sleeping in the room in which Sirius Black once slept.
"Look, Ron," Isaac said, "What's the big deal? Blaise seems like a nice guy, and Draco's not been as big a prat as he normally is, so what's the problem?"
"They're Slytherins!" Ron as if that explained his entire viewpoint.
"It's just a schoolhouse!" Isaac mimicked, "Seriously, the times that I've chatted with Blaise have been pretty fun and he's an alright bloke. I'm not gonna ditch you just because I've found someone else that can understand what I say when I reference Supernatural.
If Draco acts like a prat then I'm gonna tell him to shut his pie-hole and take a long walk off a short pier,"
Ron seemed to calm down a bit, though his ears were still pretty red.
Isaac walked over and rummaged through his trunk for his Charm's book.
"C'mon, we'd better make a start on the homework," Isaac said, looking back at Ron.
Isaac sighed and rolled his eyes.
"I'll give you a game of wizards chess afterwards," Isaac offered and Ron hurried after him.
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Wire Pass, Utah.
Sarah reached down and offered her hand to help her fiancé over the rock and they made their way down the path, hand in hand.
"So, how much further?" she asked him, bumping into him slightly ass she stumbled over a loose stone.
"Not too far," Jack said, "We've got another... four and a half miles until we reach Stateline Campgrounds.
We get there, we rest for the night, we go home,"
Sarah let out a sigh of relief.
"How long have we been walking?" she asked, pausing to empty some small stones out of her shoe.
"Lost count... do you hear something?" Jack turned and looked further away.
"There's something up ahead," Jack said, looking down the trail.
Something was pawing at the ground ahead, trying to free something.
"Looks like a couple of dogs," Sarah said as she hurried over.
Jack rolled his eyes and followed quickly.
Sarah's compassion for dogs was going to get them killed one day.
Sarah came to a stop and looked down at the dusty pair of dogs.
One of them couldn't have been older than a year at most, her coat was covered in dust and looked like she hadn't had a bath in months, supporting the idea that these were strays.
The other was definitely the older of the two, a good few years on him, and based on the coat and markings was the other dog's father.
He was also pinned under a heavy looking log and his back paw was bent at an odd angle that looked like it hurt.
"Oh dear, what's happened to you?" Sarah asked kindly, moving to examine the log.
There was no way that she and Jack would be able to shift it. By the looks of it, it had fallen down and pinned the older dog. Scuff marks around him showed that the other dog had tried her best to try and dig him out, but her paws barely scratched the stone.
The young dog whined sadly and nuzzled into the other. The trapped dog bent his head down and covered her small body as though hugging her.
"Right, Jack," she said to her fiancé, "If you go on to the campsite and see if you can get someone or something to help get this guy out, I'll stay here and try and keep them calm. Who knows how long it's been since they've had something to eat and drink?"
"Sarah... are you sure that this is a good idea?" he asked, half hoping that she'd agree to go with him so she wouldn't have to stay out here alone.
"You hurry up and go," she ordered, "And once this is done, we're adopting them,"
"Sarah, no," Jack whined.
"No, no, no," Sarah said excitedly, "They need our help, chances are that they've never had a good home and this is just one of those perfect stories.
We're about to get married, we go on this trip to celebrate, we find and rescue some dogs in trouble, we take them home and give them the life that they deserve,"
"You've been watching too many videos on Facebook," Jack said with another sigh.
He knew it was pointless and pulled her in for a quick kiss before saying that he'd be right back and jogging down the trail.
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Jack led the local ranger down the dusty trail, a saw and carjack bumped off his leg every so often.
"It should be just down here," Jack said, pointing down the path where he could just see the end of the tree.
The two of them hurried up.
Jack skidded to a halt and stumbled to his knees.
The ranger swore and grabbed the radio on his coat.
There was blood everywhere. Large claw marks gouged deep into the stone and the fallen tree looked like it had been rammed into by something at high speed. A large trail of blood showed that something had been dragged away and the handprints that accompanied the splatter made Jack want to throw up.
The sight of torn and flayed skin was what caused him to reach his breaking point and he dropped to all fours and vomited violently.
When he looked back up he saw something further along the trail.
Sarah's body was lying around twelve metres away.
Most of her skin had been torn off and it looked like a pack of wild animals had torn through her.
Her head was bent backwards and her mouth was open in a silent cry for help.
Jack felt the world swimming away as his stomach prepared to relieve itself again and he slumped sideways onto the ground.
(X) One day later (X)
Jack was huddled in the back of the car that was taking him back to his house.
Everyone had been told of what had happened.
A wild animal, most likely a mountain lion, had ambushed Sarah as she stayed with the dogs, presumed dead as well.
He had told everyone not to come, to give him a day on his own.
He needed the time to mourn and he didn't want to see the people who once would have become his in-laws. He knew that they blamed him for her death, how could they not?
The car pulled up and the officer opened the door for him.
Jack nodded his thanks and climbed out the car.
Numb hands fumbled with the key and as he stepped over the door he saw a small pile of letters lying on the floor.
Well-wishers, condolences, a couple of bills, the usual garbage promotions.
He kicked them to the side, all in one pile and walked through to the living room.
He dumped his bag in the doorway and fell down onto the couch.
He looked around the home that he once would have shared with the love of his life.
He spun as he felt something brush past the back of his neck, but nothing was there.
He looked back to the small table and saw the small list that Sarah had written for when they got back, reminding them to get more milk and shove everything in the wash.
He picked up the small pad of paper and felt hot tears burn their way down his face.
"...blame..."
He jumped again, the note falling away as he looked around.
"Who's there?" he called out.
"... your fault..."
A soft padding came from the arch to the kitchen and the small dog that he and Sarah had come across on the pass shuffled into view.
Jack barely had time to whisper his confusion as the world seemed to tilt away from him.
The room seemed like it was bending, causing the small dog to become the only thing he could focus on, and warping as if the floor was being bent up.
He fell over, not able to keep his balance and clung to the couch to support himself.
The small dog advanced slowly and the whispers came again.
"... left her... dead... fault... you..."
Jack pleaded with whatever it was that it wasn't his fault as the dog's fur changed.
Her white undercoat, no longer sullied by the dust and dirt, changed to a crimson red as deep as the blood that had coated the canyon pass. A second head burst from her neck, both of their jaws open to reveal the rows of human teeth that seemed to grin at him.
He fumbled around as he tried to crawl away from the demonic hound before him.
"... good as killed her... your fault she's dead..."
He could recognise the voices now. His would-be father-in-law. The ranger that had came with him. His own mother.
"... your fault... didn't save her..." his would-be mother-in-law sobbed.
"No..." he cried, clutching his head, "No, it's not... it's not... leave me be!" he yelled, grabbing and throwing a lamp at the dog.
Everything seemed to stop and the room returned to normal.
The dog fell back slightly as the lamp smashed behind her, it had missed her by an inch at most.
Jack, for a few blissful seconds, thought that he had won.
Then it returned again. Stronger, louder.
His sobs wracked his body as the whispers turned to shouts.
"I know... I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." he sobbed.
The voices didn't leave him.
He wanted them to go.
He called for them to go but they only got louder.
He squeezed his head until he felt like he had pushed his ears into his skull.
He wanted them to stop. He wanted them to stop.
He grabbed the belt from his bag.
He wanted them to stop, he wanted them to stop.
He looped another belt through the first and slid it around his neck.
Make them stop! Make them stop!
He kicked the chair away and struggled against the tight leather cutting into his neck for a few seconds before the lack of air entering his lungs started to burn and he thrashed desperately.
His eyes, clouding over, found the dog standing a few feet away. Watching him.
The voices were getting quieter. They were leaving him.
His vision blurred as though he was looking through a thick fog.
The voices were gone! They... were... gone...
His neighbour found him the next day.
She had heard about what had happened and wanted to check up on him.
She had knocked gently on the door and was surprised when it swung softly open.
She had called out for him when she entered, apologising for entering but the door was open.
Her scream got the attention of the others and soon police were cordoning off the area and an ambulances doors were closing as they carried the body of the late Jack Granton away.
Watching all this from the shadow of a bush were two dogs.
The smaller of the two looked up at the taller and older one, clearly pleased with herself and the elder dog licked away some of the dirt that had built up around behind her ears.
Eris yipped happily and pranced around her father's legs before running off to go back to the Mansion they called home.
Smile paused and looked at what was happening one last time before a flash got his attention.
"Aren't you a gorgeous boy?" a young woman that had just taken his picture said, "Now let's see if we can find your owner, shall we?"
Smile looked up into the woman's face.
Then let his mouth split open in the toothy grin and his fur changed to crimson.
The woman gasped and her phone fell from her hands and cracked on the pavement.
A small twinge told Smile that the email that had carried his picture last had destroyed itself, probably destroying whatever was holding it at the time as well, as the new picture taken of him connected to him.
He walked slowly to the woman and opened his jaw further.
The woman fell back as whispers of an unknown voice filled her head.
"... spread the word..."
She was about to scream when the dog disappeared and she awoke in bed. Panting heavily.
She looked around before holding the covers close to her and wiping the sweat from her head.
She made her way downstairs to get a drink, the noises of the house seemed louder this late at night.
As she filled the glass at the sink she couldn't help but glance upwards and look out the window to the garden outside.
The glass fell into the sink and shattered.
The dog was outside. Watching her. Smiling and waiting.
"... spread the word..."
She fell backwards as the dog raised itself on its paws and pressed its nose against the window.
"... Spread the Word..."
She ran back upstairs as the dog somehow pushed itself through the solid glass without making a sound and walked almost lazily towards her.
She reached her phone and found the photo that she had taken of the dog,
It seemed to flicker in the picture, changing between the handsome husky and the hellish hound stalking her.
She quickly sent it as an attachment to a colleague, asking if she had seen the dog.
She was a new worker in the office so if she disappeared then no one would notice... right?
The dog had been mere inches away from her when she desperately sent send and she watched as it shimmered away.
She woke, gasping, in bed the next morning.
She brought shaky hands to her face and tried to get her breathing under control.
It was just a dream.
A stupid dream.
She didn't notice the claw marks on her windowsill and bedroom floor.
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End notes.
Alright, I feel like that one went rather well.
Was certainly fun writing the CP scenes, gonna stick with the trend of having two of them per HP centric chapter.
It's rather late in the night when I'm finishing this and I want to add some more pieces to it before I send it off to DP so I'm gonna end things here for now and get some definitely needed sleep.
Thank you all for reading, and I hope you enjoyed.
SteamGeek01.
Creepypastas in this fic.
Ticci Toby – Kastoway.
Masky / Hoodie / The Operator – Marble Hornets.
Eyeless Jack – Kiki H.
Laughing Jack – Snuffbomb.
Jeff the Killer – BanninK.
Ben Drowned – Jadusable.
Sally – Kiki H.
Slenderman – Victor Surge.
Smile dog – God knows.
Puppeteer – BleedingHeartworks.
Bloody Painter – Delucat.
Kagekao – GingaAkam.
Homicidal Liu – Vampirenote13.
Jason the ToyMaker – Krisantyl.
Jane the Killer – AngryDogDesigns.
Clockwork – Can't find the original creator. If you have any ideas on how to, then suggest them.
Candy Pop and Candy Cane – XXDirtyNightClownsXX.
Pianist – jill0mccloud.
The Pianist – This story didn't have a credit, if anyone knows then please tell me so I can fix this.
If any of these are wrong then please notify me of this so I can fix them.
If you have a favourite Creepypasta that has not made an appearance then message me or leave their name in a review.
