A/N: A bit short, sorry.
Thanks to readers, this
one's boring as the last one
I'll write better and more next time.
Peace-ya-Jade.
'-and the series of murders under his belt. He is described as evil and
extremely intelligent. There was nothing wrong, physically, with the murder
victims. They are all in good health apart from being deceased. They all
appear to have expressions of fright or are in mid-scream at the instant they
die. We give warning to all people, he is a serious killer with a psychotic
disorder, and he is extremely dangerous and ruthless. I'm Katriona Smith,
with the 6 O'clock news. Goodnight.' Click-the television was turned off.
'Stupid fools!' a muggle hissed. 'Why haven't they caught him yet? These
murders have been all around the world, surely they would have caught him at
the airports by now? These murders are only days apart, he doesn't fly by
broomstick, he can't magically evaporate and then condense, he has to be
getting there somehow, if they concentrated on that, they would find him.'
The muggle wheezed, anger was clearly in his voice. He was purple in the
face and his moustache looked as though it would catch on fire. His name was
Jonah Swergansen, he once lived in Sweden but had emmigrated to Britain and
was now head of Police shock unit. He was sitting with his wife and child at
the handsome dinner table, with traditional British food. Puddings, Trifle
and Pies. He was forbidden to give any thoughts about this case, because it
wasn't in his unit, until they found a survivor that was fit to talk. He was
outraged at these murders had taken a long 6 months to even get a clue. The
only thing connecting the deaths, besides their manner or torture and well,
they didn't know what to name the last method, was they were a) done by the
same group or person, b) all were in big abandoned mansions c) all had a
photograph in black and white with 'I am Lord Voldemort' written on it, with
silver ink that appeared to be taken with the photograph, not actually written
on the photo. He was puzzled, but had come up with these links before the
homicide squad.
*
'I do not like her' said an irritated voice from under sheets.
'Yeah, sure, my name isn't Sirius Black.' Said Sirius.
'Well…' said Lupin hesitantly, 'you seemed to nail me at chess and not her.
I beat her. So why didn't you?'
'Yeah!' said Sirius brightly. 'Oh, damn, well done, good game.' Sirius'
impression of James didn't go down too well.
'You didn't take your eyes off her in the common room after chess,' giggled
Peter somewhere on the dormitories circular floor looking for something.
'I was talking to her!' James said defensively.
'You mean you were flirting with her, you are 12, don't you think you are a
bit young for this?' Sirius said pointedly.
'Oh yeah, if you had as many girlfriends as you claim, then you would be broke
because of all those terminations you would have to pay for.' said Remus with
the hint of a smile in his voice.
'Ooooh, that's gotta hurt!' said Peter, his voice high because he was on the
verge of exploding with giggles.
'I agree' said James laughing.
'Yeah well…' said Sirius, obviously not wanting to stop mocking his friend,
but not wanting to get mocked in return.
'Good Night' Charlie yawned,
'GOOD NIGHT!-' Sirius exploded, protesting, but was beaten by Andrew.
'About time' snapped Andrew from his bed, sounding tired. He, like most of
the others in the dormitory hadn't bothered to un-pack his things, but he was
so tired that he, unlike the rest of them, had fallen into bed and was
attempting to fall asleep with his daily robes on, not pajamas.
'Good Night every one.' And within a second the whole dormitory was asleep.
*
James woke up with a start. He had cold sweat pouring out of his forehead.
His light, skinny body was puffing and panting. What had the dream meant?
All James knew was that it was scary, about Voldemort in Brazil and a chain
of muggle and wizard murders. He strained to remember his dream, but was
distracted by a pain of hunger from his stomach. James looked at his gold
wristwatch, it had a few stones encrusted in it and had useful functions, it
told him the day, date, time, month etc. It was 6:53 am. William had already
gone down for breakfast, or to the toilet and Sirius had obviously woken, but
had fallen back to sleep. He was on the floor, resting on his left side,
and his hand was holding a sock, halfway to his leg. Sirius was obviously
getting dressed, but hadn't managed to stay awake. A large snore turned James'
attention to Peter. He had a funny snore, not the usual snore of a scrape of
bricks together, but more like a groan, sounding like he was choking. Peter
was curled up in a ball, his head facing the opposite direction to where he
had started and was sucking his thumb. He was greenish, but it could have
been the pale light. Remus was up, looking around and studying everything
and everyone. Remus was like that, watchful. He always wanted to become a
teacher (who knows why?) at Hogwarts or maybe Durmstrang, even if he could
find the place to send his application. Lupin always wanted to go to
Durmstrang, no one knew why though, no one thought the less of him for it.
James woke Sirius and Remus woke Peter, who shrieked when Remus touched him.
'Sorry,' said Peter, looking pink and sheepish, 'I was dreaming that I was-ah'
he broke off abruptly.
'You were having a wet dream?' Sirius asked, rather amused, putting on his
sock.
'NO!' Peter screeched, now looking downright embarrassed, 'I wasn't having a
wet dream, only half of it...' His voice trailed off as he went redder and
redder.
'Don't worry Peter,' said James kindly, shooting furious looks at Sirius.
Sirius sent him a spoilt look. 'It happens one time or another…look at Sirius,
it happens every night to him!' James said chuckling. This sent all four of
them into laughter, even Sirius.
'I'm hungry,' Sirius wailed.
'Your hungry never leave does it?' James declared.
Peter whispered to Remus; 'How does Sirius eat so much, and still stay so
thin?' Remus chuckled, and so did James, who was standing next to Peter at
the time.
'I don't know…you might want to ask the sewer system.' Remus said in reply.
'He eats a lot, but he laughs and teases so much, that his brain, without
food as a source of blood sugar, would shrivel up and wither away…' James
said as Sirius sent him an annoyed look, giving him a greasy and poking out
his tongue.
'Put your tongue back in your mouth' snapped Lily as they entered the common room.
'Ooh look James! It's ooh, aah Lily' Sirius teased, giving a fake cough that
sounded like 'Potter'. James picked this up and gave Sirius a hard slap
between his shoulder blades.
'What ya do that for?' Sirius said, looking pretending to look crushed.
'Oh,' James said, widening his eyes, looking naïve, 'I thought you were
choking, so I gave you a slap on the back. You mean to say you were just
pretending, when I was saving your life?'
Sirius glowered at him, knowing he was caught fair and square. He knew this
was mock, but he had competed with James his whole life, in a friendly way.
The similarities between them were astounding, both with dark hair, almost
same height, both loved mischief and had handsome faces. Both were agile and
quick both physically and intellectually. James was more down to earth than
Sirius, who had a slightly larger head. Lily laughed with the rest of them at
their antics and animation.
'What do you think they have here for breakfast?' Lily asked.
'Judging by last night? Toast, Sausages, fruit? Anything really.' Remus said.
'Yum…' said Lily, awe in her face.
'DO NOT TALK IN FRONT OF ME ABOUT FOOD!' gritted toothed Sirius said as James
gave the Fat Lady the password.
'Good Morning to you too!' said the Fat Lady, in a huff to the backs of Sirius,
Remus, Peter, James and Lily.
'What's your dormitory like Lily?' asked Peter.
'Much like yours I expect,' said Lily dryly. 'It's circular and has tiny
windows, its down two floors from yours I think, you just go up one flight
of stairs right?'
'Yep,' said Remus. Sirius chanced a look at James, but nothing showed on his face.
'Yes then you are 2 floors above us. Ours smells like mildew a bit, though
it could have been one of the girls…' Lily screwed up her nose at the thought
of the smell.
'Is your dormitory comfortable?' asked James.
'Yes, very' Lily said, nodding. 'We have four poster beds and the bathrooms
are two doors down from us.' She said, her red hair shimmering as they drew
nearer to the Great Hall. Sirius opened the door, and Remus took over
holding it, as he was behind Sirius and Sirius ran over to the Gryffindor
table. He picked up everything near him and started eating, he had almost
finished his first serve as Lily sat down. Lily picked at her plate of toast
and fruit. 'I want to go, but I can't, I want to wait for the mail.' Lily
thought. She was still tired, the girls had kept her up all night, giggling,
constantly.
'Well,' James said, patting his stomach in a very satisfied way, 'Must be off,
Transfiguration with McGonagall now. Come one Sirius' James said, urgency in
his voice, pulling Sirius away from the table by the collar of his robes
thanks to James.
'Okay, okay' grumbled Sirius, mouth still full.
They made their way to their dormitories, so they could get their books for
the classes before lunch. 'Transfiguration is one of the most difficult
branches of magic, it requires concentration and skill. You will be learning
basic forms of transfiguration first, a match to a needle and so on. There
are also human forms of transfiguration. There are werewolves, who transform
involuntarily at the full moon, (Remus shuddered, Sirius and James noticed
this and gave each other quizzical looks) and Animagus, they can transform
themselves, at will, into the animal they first turned into when they became
Animagi. Transfiguration requires a lot of concentration. We shall begin
with the theory.' Professor McGonagall explained. They copied down notes
from the blackboard and Will asked if he could borrow James' notes after the
theory, he had missed a few paragraphs. James agreed.
'You will each be given a matchstick. You will attempt to transfigure it
into a needle. House points awarded for the best needle.' Dumbledore
informed the class, and spent the remainder of the double lesson trying to
transfigure the matchstick into a needle. It was extremely difficult,
but Sirius and James managed to get it right. Sirius got it after James did.
Sirius got it first time, but had watched James carefully, knowing exactly
what to do. He had no hesitation in admitting this when Professor Dumbledore
gave him credit. His needle was fairly blunt, gold and didn't have a thread
hole at the top where as James' had been silver, with a sharp point and had a
small, but not invisible, thread hole. Sirius was awarded five house points
and James ten. Remus got his next with a group of others, including Lily and Charlie.
*
'When will you learn?' Voldemort said sadly to Christok. Christok had let the
Muggle police know about Stevens death, only two days ago. Christok was
known for having a strange attachment to things.
'I know have to hide elsewhere because of you' Voldemort told Christok, incensed.
'It was time you moved on anyway Voldemort, you were getting too lax about
your situation. I thought you liked the attention at any rate.' Christok
said, not apprehensive at all.
'Yes, I do, it suggests I am gaining force. However, you do not disclose my
location until I have fled.'
Voldemort looked calm, but inside he was outraged. He was beginning to trust
Christok but this was unforgivable. Voldemort summoned Gene. Voldemort
performed the Imperius Curse on her, 'take him to a busy muggle street near
here.' Voldemorts voice appeared in her head. '
'Yes Master' her brain said.
'You will kill him, averda kedavra curse, the killing curse, you understand?
In the middle of the road.' Voldemort instructed.
'Yes master, Stupefy' Gene said, now holding her wand out in the direction
of Christok, she performed a hovering spell and with her wand up her sleeve
made it look like he was simply walking next to her. They went to the muggle
street named 'Avenue Violinen' in Germany. She whispered hoarsley 'Averda
Kedavra' Christok died, in the middle of the street. Gene screamed, making
it look like he had been stabbed in the back with a knife that Voldemort had
given her. She was questioned by what the muggles called policemen, but she
didn't have a word of German to her vocabulary. The got in a servant of Lord
Voldemorts to translate her English. He fed them lies on previous instructions
and Gene and the translator made their way back to Voldemorts mansion.
'Well done, I didn't think you could pull it off…' Voldemort said.
'You know have faith in us, Lord?' the translator questioned.
'Yes, I do, you may leave to Britain, set up a camp there for me. Make it
comfortable, please. Inform me when it is ready, I shall apparate.'
Voldemort notified to his newly proven servants. 'Go.'
'As you wish, Lord' and they apparated out of sight.
Thanks to readers, this
one's boring as the last one
I'll write better and more next time.
Peace-ya-Jade.
'-and the series of murders under his belt. He is described as evil and
extremely intelligent. There was nothing wrong, physically, with the murder
victims. They are all in good health apart from being deceased. They all
appear to have expressions of fright or are in mid-scream at the instant they
die. We give warning to all people, he is a serious killer with a psychotic
disorder, and he is extremely dangerous and ruthless. I'm Katriona Smith,
with the 6 O'clock news. Goodnight.' Click-the television was turned off.
'Stupid fools!' a muggle hissed. 'Why haven't they caught him yet? These
murders have been all around the world, surely they would have caught him at
the airports by now? These murders are only days apart, he doesn't fly by
broomstick, he can't magically evaporate and then condense, he has to be
getting there somehow, if they concentrated on that, they would find him.'
The muggle wheezed, anger was clearly in his voice. He was purple in the
face and his moustache looked as though it would catch on fire. His name was
Jonah Swergansen, he once lived in Sweden but had emmigrated to Britain and
was now head of Police shock unit. He was sitting with his wife and child at
the handsome dinner table, with traditional British food. Puddings, Trifle
and Pies. He was forbidden to give any thoughts about this case, because it
wasn't in his unit, until they found a survivor that was fit to talk. He was
outraged at these murders had taken a long 6 months to even get a clue. The
only thing connecting the deaths, besides their manner or torture and well,
they didn't know what to name the last method, was they were a) done by the
same group or person, b) all were in big abandoned mansions c) all had a
photograph in black and white with 'I am Lord Voldemort' written on it, with
silver ink that appeared to be taken with the photograph, not actually written
on the photo. He was puzzled, but had come up with these links before the
homicide squad.
*
'I do not like her' said an irritated voice from under sheets.
'Yeah, sure, my name isn't Sirius Black.' Said Sirius.
'Well…' said Lupin hesitantly, 'you seemed to nail me at chess and not her.
I beat her. So why didn't you?'
'Yeah!' said Sirius brightly. 'Oh, damn, well done, good game.' Sirius'
impression of James didn't go down too well.
'You didn't take your eyes off her in the common room after chess,' giggled
Peter somewhere on the dormitories circular floor looking for something.
'I was talking to her!' James said defensively.
'You mean you were flirting with her, you are 12, don't you think you are a
bit young for this?' Sirius said pointedly.
'Oh yeah, if you had as many girlfriends as you claim, then you would be broke
because of all those terminations you would have to pay for.' said Remus with
the hint of a smile in his voice.
'Ooooh, that's gotta hurt!' said Peter, his voice high because he was on the
verge of exploding with giggles.
'I agree' said James laughing.
'Yeah well…' said Sirius, obviously not wanting to stop mocking his friend,
but not wanting to get mocked in return.
'Good Night' Charlie yawned,
'GOOD NIGHT!-' Sirius exploded, protesting, but was beaten by Andrew.
'About time' snapped Andrew from his bed, sounding tired. He, like most of
the others in the dormitory hadn't bothered to un-pack his things, but he was
so tired that he, unlike the rest of them, had fallen into bed and was
attempting to fall asleep with his daily robes on, not pajamas.
'Good Night every one.' And within a second the whole dormitory was asleep.
*
James woke up with a start. He had cold sweat pouring out of his forehead.
His light, skinny body was puffing and panting. What had the dream meant?
All James knew was that it was scary, about Voldemort in Brazil and a chain
of muggle and wizard murders. He strained to remember his dream, but was
distracted by a pain of hunger from his stomach. James looked at his gold
wristwatch, it had a few stones encrusted in it and had useful functions, it
told him the day, date, time, month etc. It was 6:53 am. William had already
gone down for breakfast, or to the toilet and Sirius had obviously woken, but
had fallen back to sleep. He was on the floor, resting on his left side,
and his hand was holding a sock, halfway to his leg. Sirius was obviously
getting dressed, but hadn't managed to stay awake. A large snore turned James'
attention to Peter. He had a funny snore, not the usual snore of a scrape of
bricks together, but more like a groan, sounding like he was choking. Peter
was curled up in a ball, his head facing the opposite direction to where he
had started and was sucking his thumb. He was greenish, but it could have
been the pale light. Remus was up, looking around and studying everything
and everyone. Remus was like that, watchful. He always wanted to become a
teacher (who knows why?) at Hogwarts or maybe Durmstrang, even if he could
find the place to send his application. Lupin always wanted to go to
Durmstrang, no one knew why though, no one thought the less of him for it.
James woke Sirius and Remus woke Peter, who shrieked when Remus touched him.
'Sorry,' said Peter, looking pink and sheepish, 'I was dreaming that I was-ah'
he broke off abruptly.
'You were having a wet dream?' Sirius asked, rather amused, putting on his
sock.
'NO!' Peter screeched, now looking downright embarrassed, 'I wasn't having a
wet dream, only half of it...' His voice trailed off as he went redder and
redder.
'Don't worry Peter,' said James kindly, shooting furious looks at Sirius.
Sirius sent him a spoilt look. 'It happens one time or another…look at Sirius,
it happens every night to him!' James said chuckling. This sent all four of
them into laughter, even Sirius.
'I'm hungry,' Sirius wailed.
'Your hungry never leave does it?' James declared.
Peter whispered to Remus; 'How does Sirius eat so much, and still stay so
thin?' Remus chuckled, and so did James, who was standing next to Peter at
the time.
'I don't know…you might want to ask the sewer system.' Remus said in reply.
'He eats a lot, but he laughs and teases so much, that his brain, without
food as a source of blood sugar, would shrivel up and wither away…' James
said as Sirius sent him an annoyed look, giving him a greasy and poking out
his tongue.
'Put your tongue back in your mouth' snapped Lily as they entered the common room.
'Ooh look James! It's ooh, aah Lily' Sirius teased, giving a fake cough that
sounded like 'Potter'. James picked this up and gave Sirius a hard slap
between his shoulder blades.
'What ya do that for?' Sirius said, looking pretending to look crushed.
'Oh,' James said, widening his eyes, looking naïve, 'I thought you were
choking, so I gave you a slap on the back. You mean to say you were just
pretending, when I was saving your life?'
Sirius glowered at him, knowing he was caught fair and square. He knew this
was mock, but he had competed with James his whole life, in a friendly way.
The similarities between them were astounding, both with dark hair, almost
same height, both loved mischief and had handsome faces. Both were agile and
quick both physically and intellectually. James was more down to earth than
Sirius, who had a slightly larger head. Lily laughed with the rest of them at
their antics and animation.
'What do you think they have here for breakfast?' Lily asked.
'Judging by last night? Toast, Sausages, fruit? Anything really.' Remus said.
'Yum…' said Lily, awe in her face.
'DO NOT TALK IN FRONT OF ME ABOUT FOOD!' gritted toothed Sirius said as James
gave the Fat Lady the password.
'Good Morning to you too!' said the Fat Lady, in a huff to the backs of Sirius,
Remus, Peter, James and Lily.
'What's your dormitory like Lily?' asked Peter.
'Much like yours I expect,' said Lily dryly. 'It's circular and has tiny
windows, its down two floors from yours I think, you just go up one flight
of stairs right?'
'Yep,' said Remus. Sirius chanced a look at James, but nothing showed on his face.
'Yes then you are 2 floors above us. Ours smells like mildew a bit, though
it could have been one of the girls…' Lily screwed up her nose at the thought
of the smell.
'Is your dormitory comfortable?' asked James.
'Yes, very' Lily said, nodding. 'We have four poster beds and the bathrooms
are two doors down from us.' She said, her red hair shimmering as they drew
nearer to the Great Hall. Sirius opened the door, and Remus took over
holding it, as he was behind Sirius and Sirius ran over to the Gryffindor
table. He picked up everything near him and started eating, he had almost
finished his first serve as Lily sat down. Lily picked at her plate of toast
and fruit. 'I want to go, but I can't, I want to wait for the mail.' Lily
thought. She was still tired, the girls had kept her up all night, giggling,
constantly.
'Well,' James said, patting his stomach in a very satisfied way, 'Must be off,
Transfiguration with McGonagall now. Come one Sirius' James said, urgency in
his voice, pulling Sirius away from the table by the collar of his robes
thanks to James.
'Okay, okay' grumbled Sirius, mouth still full.
They made their way to their dormitories, so they could get their books for
the classes before lunch. 'Transfiguration is one of the most difficult
branches of magic, it requires concentration and skill. You will be learning
basic forms of transfiguration first, a match to a needle and so on. There
are also human forms of transfiguration. There are werewolves, who transform
involuntarily at the full moon, (Remus shuddered, Sirius and James noticed
this and gave each other quizzical looks) and Animagus, they can transform
themselves, at will, into the animal they first turned into when they became
Animagi. Transfiguration requires a lot of concentration. We shall begin
with the theory.' Professor McGonagall explained. They copied down notes
from the blackboard and Will asked if he could borrow James' notes after the
theory, he had missed a few paragraphs. James agreed.
'You will each be given a matchstick. You will attempt to transfigure it
into a needle. House points awarded for the best needle.' Dumbledore
informed the class, and spent the remainder of the double lesson trying to
transfigure the matchstick into a needle. It was extremely difficult,
but Sirius and James managed to get it right. Sirius got it after James did.
Sirius got it first time, but had watched James carefully, knowing exactly
what to do. He had no hesitation in admitting this when Professor Dumbledore
gave him credit. His needle was fairly blunt, gold and didn't have a thread
hole at the top where as James' had been silver, with a sharp point and had a
small, but not invisible, thread hole. Sirius was awarded five house points
and James ten. Remus got his next with a group of others, including Lily and Charlie.
*
'When will you learn?' Voldemort said sadly to Christok. Christok had let the
Muggle police know about Stevens death, only two days ago. Christok was
known for having a strange attachment to things.
'I know have to hide elsewhere because of you' Voldemort told Christok, incensed.
'It was time you moved on anyway Voldemort, you were getting too lax about
your situation. I thought you liked the attention at any rate.' Christok
said, not apprehensive at all.
'Yes, I do, it suggests I am gaining force. However, you do not disclose my
location until I have fled.'
Voldemort looked calm, but inside he was outraged. He was beginning to trust
Christok but this was unforgivable. Voldemort summoned Gene. Voldemort
performed the Imperius Curse on her, 'take him to a busy muggle street near
here.' Voldemorts voice appeared in her head. '
'Yes Master' her brain said.
'You will kill him, averda kedavra curse, the killing curse, you understand?
In the middle of the road.' Voldemort instructed.
'Yes master, Stupefy' Gene said, now holding her wand out in the direction
of Christok, she performed a hovering spell and with her wand up her sleeve
made it look like he was simply walking next to her. They went to the muggle
street named 'Avenue Violinen' in Germany. She whispered hoarsley 'Averda
Kedavra' Christok died, in the middle of the street. Gene screamed, making
it look like he had been stabbed in the back with a knife that Voldemort had
given her. She was questioned by what the muggles called policemen, but she
didn't have a word of German to her vocabulary. The got in a servant of Lord
Voldemorts to translate her English. He fed them lies on previous instructions
and Gene and the translator made their way back to Voldemorts mansion.
'Well done, I didn't think you could pull it off…' Voldemort said.
'You know have faith in us, Lord?' the translator questioned.
'Yes, I do, you may leave to Britain, set up a camp there for me. Make it
comfortable, please. Inform me when it is ready, I shall apparate.'
Voldemort notified to his newly proven servants. 'Go.'
'As you wish, Lord' and they apparated out of sight.