{And here we go with my Halloween Omake which was posted at 00:00 on the 31st of October (GMT), I hope you enjoy... and definitely don't blame me about it not being scary, it's not meant to be. - The Distorted Shadow}
B-Monsters by The Distorted Shadow
Ron Weasley let out a yawn as he walked through the corridors on his way to the Great Hall for breakfast.
There was nothing unusual in there, except for the simple, undeniable fact that Harry James Potter was not there with him.
Ever since the start of Hogwarts, he and Harry had been the best of friends.
They were both avid quidditch fans, they were both from prominent families, and most importantly, they were both firm followers of the light.
Then Harry had been murdered in cold blood by that bastard He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
He had lost his best/only friend because of that. . .
Sure Hermione was still there but Harry had always acted as a buffer between them and she had always grated on his nerves just as much as he grated on hers. . .
And so their 'friendship' had quickly died down after that.
Then the headmaster had revealed during the start of term feast that he would be performing a ritual to summon an alternate version of Harry Potter from another world.
His heart had soared, maybe, just maybe he would be capable of getting his friend back.
The summoning had completed and everyone had found themselves at a loss of words.
This other Harry Potter had a feminine beauty that surpassed even that Veela girl during the Tri-Wizard tournament. . . despite being a guy.
The fact he had a pair of girls cuddled up to him only made it even more clear that this Harry was not his Harry.
His Harry was a firm believer in monogamy, a tradition of the Light to dedicate themselves to a single person completely.
His Harry was well on his way to doing that with Ginny.
"Zezeze."
He froze as he noticed a strange, almost laugh like noise coming from behind him.
"Zezeze."
And there it was again . . . followed a strange squishing sound.
He didn't want to look to see what it was, but he just knew that whatever it was Fred and George were planning to do to him would only be worse if he didn't.
And so he turned and . . .
Was that a giant Tomato?
His previous concern was quickly replaced with a sense of acceptance as he realized that whatever his brothers were doing, a giant Tomato was most likely going to be just the first thing in a long list of weird things that would most likely be designed to make him think he was crazy.
"Zezeze."
The Tomato just laughed.
"Alright Fred, George, I don't know what you're planning but I know it's you." He decided to call out, only to note that the only reply was for the giant fruit to start rolling towards him.
"Zezeze."
"Seriously, this isn't funny, it's just stupid." He called out as the giant salad ingredient picked up more speed.
And then it hit him.
His mind immediately stopped disregarding the monstrosity before him as he noted that it was doing something that should be impossible.
He knew Fred and George would never do that.
"AHHH!" his scream pierced the hall as he felt his flesh being rendered by the red monster, his leg muscles now no longer intact enough to support his weight as he heard, more than felt, the bones that supported him breaking under the giant tomatoes ministrations.
All thoughts of how such a thing could happen were dismissed as the fruit proceeded to devour him alive.
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Draco Malfoy was a proud Pureblooded wizard, from a long and illustrious family.
There was nothing he couldn't get if he wanted it.
Well, except getting that mudblood Granger to get on her hands and knees to grovel before him like the worthless trash she was.
Then again, perhaps at some point he could get her trapped in a mistress contract.
She was surprisingly attractive when she was done up correctly and he knew he would take great pleasure in putting her in her place.
Then, there was Potter.
The old Potter was insufferable, always thinking he was superior to him just because he was a blinded fool that couldn't see the sun for the shit that poured out of Dumbledore's mouth.
The new Potter however, was a completely different animal altogether.
Where the old Potter would always go crying to the headmaster over every little problem he had, this new Potter seemed to hold some level of resentment towards the 'leader of the light'. . .
Honestly he felt that Potter wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't for one thing. . .
He thought he was better than him.
That dirty little half-blood thought he was better than him, a proud and powerful pureblood!
He would make that boy pay for his crimes against him, he would find a way to trap his little girlfriends in mistress contracts and show him just how powerless he really was.
And then he turned the corner and froze.
What the hell was with that rabbit?
It was about the size of a Hippogriff and was sitting at the other end of the hallway from him.
Those eyes, those eyes that promised pain should he so much as move.
He had to blink as the giant bunny started charging towards him, before he pulled out his wand and proceeded to cast a simple stunning spell at the creature.
It didn't flinch and soon he found the rabbit upon him.
Immediately he felt it's razor sharp teeth dig into his arm before the giant rabbit started to shake, causing pain to lance through his being as his arm started to rip as the bone broke under the force of its bite.
"AHHH!" and with that pain filled cry, Draco Malfoy found himself being torn apart by the ministrations of the giant mutant bunny.
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Fred and George didn't know what to do.
They were the greatest pranksters currently residing at Hogwarts but someone had somehow managed to get a group of clowns into school without them realizing it.
"Oh… what have we here Gred?" Fred asked his brother in an attempt to sound intimidating.
"Looks like a bunch of clowns have," George responded before his brother cut in like they were both prone to doing.
"Managed to sneak into school." The first twin finished.
He looked at the group of entertainers, fully expecting a response, only to frown as they simply looked at each other with their unnaturally shaped heads before pulling out a series of pies.
"Oh, are you going to," he started, getting interrupted by George.
"Try throwing pies at us?" the other twin asked, before one of the pies was indeed thrown at his face.
Fred found himself frowning, what was that smell?
"AAAAHHHH!" the clowns started to laugh as Fred turned to his brother who was quickly hit by several other pies… and that was when he noticed the reason for his brothers cries.
He was melting.
"GEORGE!"
All traces of humor were gone from his voice as he noted that his brother was in the process of being killed by whatever it was these pies were made of.
"Scourgi-"
He didn't get a chance to finish his call of the cleaning spell as he found his wand knocked from his hand by… popcorn?
As soon as he looked at the clowns, he found himself getting knocked down by another barrage of popcorn.
He hated this, his brother was dying and he was useless. . . and were those clowns wrapping him up in cotton candy?
No . . . it was too strong to be that . . . and why did it feel so painful, as if his body was being broken down within it.
No . . . it couldn't end like this!
He had to . . .
Save . . .
". . . "
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Albus Dumbledore was in a panic.
He could tell from the wards that littered Hogwarts that his students were dying left, right, and center . . . all while the staff weren't faring much better either.
Already Severus, Lily, James, and Sirius were dead, except for the other Sirius that had arrived with the alternate Mr Potter. . . .
". . ."
He couldn't believe he didn't see it before!
The first year that this other Harry was there was the first year, dozens, if not hundreds of students and staff died!
He had to find the boy and make him stop whatever he was doing!
"AHH!", he found himself collapsing to the floor as a sharp pain shot through his leg and started ripping through him.
Looking towards the offending appendage, he was greeted by the sight of an animated Puppet, literally tearing through his flesh with its bare hands.
He didn't have time for this, and with that thought, he pulled out his wand and pointed it at the murderous Puppet with a tiny head and massive arms, only to find what looked like a muggle drill tearing through his arm and forcing him to drop his only weapon.
It was another puppet, one with a drill on its head, that had torn him from his only means of defense.
Then he noticed the others.
A white faced doll wearing a black coat and fedora, it had a knife in place of a right hand and a hook in place of its left.
A strange Chinese style doll with a head split into three parts that could each rotate horizontally, allowing it to change its expression several times as he watched it watching him.
And lastly, the only feminine doll looked almost normal outside of being pale. . . and currently vomiting up what looked like a giant leech.
His heart could do little more than sink as he watched the puppets move towards him, their obvious weapons held in a menacing manner...
The last ten minutes of his life were the most painful he had ever experienced.
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Albus Dumbledore woke with a start.
His breathing was rapid.
He had been certain that everyone had been systematically murdered, himself included, but given his current status as awake, alive, and uninjured made him let out a sigh of relief, especially when he noted how the wards were registering everyone except the new Harry Potter.
That was one of the annoying parts of it all, he didn't know how Harry Potter could evade the Hogwarts wards but he proved that he most certainly could.
But he shook his head and readied himself for the day.
He just couldn't shake that nightmare he had.
He was certain that the pain was far too real to be just a dream.
Perhaps it was some sort of prophecy?
He would have to look into it later.
Right now, he would have to start preparing for the Halloween feast.
Now, how much time would he have to get it ready?
With a quick Tempus charm, he froze.
". . ."
Why was his charm saying it was the 1st of November?
How had he missed an entire day of the year without even realizing it?
With a shake of his head, he left his room, ready for the day to come and hoping that he could get some sort of explanation for what was going on right now.
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Dumbledore found himself growing more and more confused as he watched everyone file into the Great Hall for breakfast, not because of who they were but because of how everyone possessed a haunted look in their eyes. . . well, except for that V/V girl that was always with Harry.
He couldn't tell about Harry or that Alt girl because neither had their eyes visible but they seemed far too amused to be haunted like everyone else.
Then Sirius Black stormed into the room with a grave expression on his face, one that really put him on edge as the man stormed up to Harry.
"Harry, the next time you do something like that for Halloween, can you please give me some warning?" the man asked with an obvious amount of irritation in his voice, "because I am most certainly not a fan of being murdered by the freaking GingerDead Man!"
"No promises." the grin that split the boy's face at that told him everything he needed to know.
"Mister Potter, did you do something to give us nightmares last night?" he asked after standing from his seat and looking down at the Slytherin table.
"No, I just made an arrangement with Death and Zelretch."
He froze at that.
Did Harry Potter seriously just talk about making a deal with a dead apostle ancestor and a concept?
"Well, do you think you could at least use proper monsters next time? I really did not like having to run from alien clowns, giant rabbits and tomatoes."
Wait... what did Mister Black just say?
And why were most of the students shivering in fear at that description?
"No promises."
And with that last statement from the boy, Dumbledore decided he didn't want to know anymore.
Besides, he could always just ask Mister Black about what the hell actually went on the previous day.
Hopefully it wouldn't be too ridiculous.
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{And that was the Halloween Special from me.
Just to make it clear, in this Omake, Harry got Death to make whatever deaths occurred in Hogwarts during Halloween would only last for Halloween, before bringing forth some B-movie monsters... the ones that I used were:
Killer Tomatoes: Attack Of The Killer Tomatoes (1978)
Giant Rabbits: Night Of The Lepus (1972)
Killer Klowns: Killer Klowns From Outer Space (1988)
Puppets: Puppet Master (1989)
Only referenced: The GingerDead Man: The GingerDead Man (2005) - The Distorted Shadow}
(P.S. where I live is barely 9:00 pm in October 30, but since Shadow posted this, well here it is then. Happy Halloween People - roughstar333)
