Harry, Ron, and Hermione returned to the island of New Avalon where the events had taken a decidedly somber tone for the trio. Albus Dumbledore's near death had shaken them all and the fact that apparently dark wizardry was involved had certainly broken any ideas they might have had that they had left their facing evil behind with Voldemort.
"Well Hermione I think we're going to have to kill your boyfriend." Ron finally said as they walked alongside the streets of New Avalon, currently being swept clean of afternoon hail by magically animated sweepers.
"What?" Hermione blinked at Ron.
"Well Phillip obviously has something to do with this." Ron said hastily as Harry looked at him too, he'd been thinking about Dumbledore and Fawke's sitting on his shoulder hadn't helped take his mind off maters.
"Well someone obviously hit Albus with that Cardiac tear thing and if it wasn't Snape…which I'm not ruling our right now. I would go on a limb to say it was probably Phillip who blasted Baal Krell with some nasty dark wizardry at lunchtime."
"Ron, you are being ridiculous." Hermione stared at her friend from her vantage point with such a look of determination he momentarily dropped the theory until he saw around the Guy's dorm that a number of men whose plain almost Muggle-esque clothing practically screamed Auror. They certainly recognized one of the men who was drinking heavily from a flask now missing a limb more from when they'd last seen him, courtesy of Voldemort's wizardry.
"Allastor?" Ron said walking up to the Auror before stopping dead in his tracks, his face becoming white as a sheets, and stepping backwards a few steps as a body was brought out wrapped in a black cloak.
"Murder." He answered the unspoken question. "Murder most foul and on the grounds of a college campus no less in broad daylight." Moody finished his swig of whatever he was drinking today and looked at the body "Krell, Baal. The Quidditch team Seeker. Found drowned in his cauldron half an hour past. His soul had been sucked out just before…." He let his artificial eye trail on the group.
Harry felt distinctly uncomfortable underneath that gaze as if Alastor Moody was checking him over like a suspect. It was like a barrel full of Gringott's galleons had been dumped in his stomach when he realized that he probably WAS a suspect. He'd been seen playing awfully rough with Baal.
'That's not enough for them to su…that's…that's impossible they wouldn't.' Alastor swiveled his eyeball as Ron asked "Dementors?" apparently just as uncomfortable under his idol's gauze.
"Possibly." Moody says softening his gauze "We've been on a campaign to annihilate the magical beasts since The-Man-Who-Died ended up dead and we thought we'd been fairly through but you never can tell when one or more of your foes has slipped through your grasp, even when they're bodies lying dead at your feet…" he seemed to start to reminisce about an old case "CONSTANT VIGILANCE!" he slammed his palm as if suddenly trusting the teenagers again.
He then pulled the top of the cloak off of Baal Krell's face as all three blinked and Hermione gasped, the three seeing his scalded and bloated form with a purple discoloration around his mouth. "That could be the Dementor's kiss alright but it could be someone trying to make it LOOK like the Dementor's kiss. Not only that there's damn Wrath-Eaters, Incubi, Succubi, and plenty of other monsters which want to do your soul in. CONSTANT VIGILANCE!" he slapped his fist against his palm.
Hermione got a little closer to Ron who looked at Harry who was still gauzing darkly at Baal Krell's corpse.
"Are you going to need statements?" Harry asked as Moody nodded.
"A full alibi for everyone here. There's dark magic afoot in this place and I intend to grab it by the neck, shake it until it's dizzy, then bash it against the rocks until it's good and bloody enough to eat." Alastor Moody said drinking from his flash as he suddenly looked as if he were rather hungry.
"Ummmm good image." Harry said as he covered the cloak over Baal's face again and nodded to Alastor.
"Alright gents let's cart this sucker out to the Morgue for autopsy! I want to know exactly what kissed, where it is, and if it was done with a wand or lips before dinner!" Alastor called to the other Aurors as Harry shook his head and turned away, finding a seat nearby the building.
"Well this has certainly taken a decided turn for the worst." Ron murmured as Harry nodded.
"What should we do?" Hermione asked before blinking at Harry's look. "Oh come on you can't possibly believe….he has a rabbit for God sakes!" as this somehow validated his character.
"Well Hermione I must admit I don't like it but we need to interrogate him." Harry said walking up to the Dorm rooms and breathing heavy.
'We have to find Grindelwald…before others die.'
***
"So you really don't mind this at all Philip?" Hermione asked as she, Ron, Harry, and Cho stood around the chair, which contained the form of Philip Ashland. Harry had gotten the chair from the Dorm Dungeons and felt more than a little guilty sitting him in it as he watched Hermione brew the truth potion.
"What a cute rabbit." Cho leaned over on Harry's bed patting Hermes on the head while Fawkes squawked at Hermione taking one of his tail feathers for the potion to make sure it was completely accurate.
"Well no offense I must admit it's a tad insulting being accused of practicing Dark wizardry and all." Philip said as his hands were bound in leather straps while the three were looking over him. Dressed in a trench cloak that made him look like an Auror Ron was looking him over very suspiciously as Harry sat back and looked at Cho dressed in his red summer swear and blue jeans, not feeling very wizardish at the moment he looked at Phil and told him his accusations. Hermione was in a floral print dress with black gloves and a pair of goggles on looking rather silly.
"Well Phil basically you can imagine our suspicion right now; mysterious body, black spell before the body…." Ron repeated the words as Phil breathed, looking more than a little angry but restraints and restraint period were keeping him launching into a tirade at his accuser. "We just want you to answer a few questions under magic."
"I feel like Barty Crouch." Harry shifted uncomfortably under Philip's very innocent expression. They'd just wanted to talk to him about the dark spell, or at least Harry had, then Cho had come up to them and told them about the Naga in her room. Ron and Philip had gotten into a shouting match and Ron had asked if Philip would be willing to say he wasn't guilty under truth potion which Philip had agreed to. Harry didn't like it but he wanted to make sure that Cho would be okay or someone else didn't get equally hurt.
"Well I'm sure Ron that you have MUCH to be suspicious of though why you c…" Philip gritted his teeth and looked at Hermione as he eyed his rabbit whom was laughing at Cho's tickling "Traitor." He hissed.
"You should all be ashamed of yourselves." Hermione said as she poured the potion from the cauldron's side into a glass and shook it with a napkin over the top and her hand palm.
"You're the one helping us brew it!" Ron retorted Hermione looked hurt, shifting uncomfortably as she poured some of the potion from the glass in a large spoon.
"You needn't be upset at all this I'm sure finding a…Bo..dy can upset even the best of them. I once saw this movie called Son of Sam, everyone goes crazy because a murderer is near and they start accusing everyone in the neighborhood, it's an excellent study on mass hyster…Ummph." Philip said as Hermione stuck the spoon in his mouth with the serum.
Harry just watched Philip "Listen think of this as a way to clear yourself Phil, we're all under suspicion here of something horrid and truthful answers from us all will help catch the killer. I'm sure you'll be exonerated." Harry said honestly, fairly sure a dark wizard wouldn't be so polite as to submit to truth serum and the treatment they were giving him. He suspected he'd lost the man's friendship and only Hermione was keeping him so polite.
'He must really like her.' Harry thought as Cho sat down on Harry's bed and he shook his head, moving away thoughts.
"Well I don't know you and while I'm not sure Baal Krell didn't have a thousand people on this college he tormented enough to kill him…" Cho stopped for a moment and shook her head "Never mind. It's nothing."
Harry looked at Cho Chang for a moment "Cho if you have anything to say about this, really you can come out and say…"
"Did you kill Baal Krell, sucking out his soul?" Ron asked in a heavy deep gritty voice.
Philip says "Are you sure you've never seen the usual suspects?"
"Ron!" Hermione looked aghast, and not in a friendly way but one deeply hurt by his accusations and methods.
"Answer the question!" Ron snarled theatrically.
"No. No I did not. I shot a spell off at him because I didn't like him shoving Hermione down into her chair. I don't like men who pick on women. It's disgusting, it's unmanly, and I've gotten in plenty of fights over it back in what she calls the Colonies. Now if you'll kindly unlash these restraints…" Philip's voice was rising as he locked eyes with Ron. Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Cho could have all sworn the temperature dropped ten degrees.
Ron then said "Not so fast. Where did you learn the Black Tentacles of Olderbash?"
Harry looked up "Ron, he didn't do it. This has gone on far enough."
"The what?" Philip asked.
"The spell you shot." Ron sat down on the countertop of Harry and his kitchen, looking at Philip.
Phillip shook his head "I don't know." He blinked as Harry and Hermione both looked at him, Cho having gone upstairs to the second floor for some reason. "I don't know…I guess it's one of the spells the memory teacher taught me. Albus gave me a lot of memories and information…about things I have no clue about. I can't recall it all like you probably can't recall every day of your classes. Maybe I picked it up somewhere in Ravenclaw."
Hermione undid then his straps as Ron let out a heavy breath and exited out the door.
"I don't like your friend." Philip said getting up and looking at Harry "And I'm not too happy with you for this either."
"I'm not happy with myself right now either." Harry said getting up and going upstairs to talk to Cho, he didn't like the look that Hermione was giving him, which was one of deep betrayal. It occurred to Harry that she really liked Philip as well.
'Some things missing here.' Harry thought to himself as he walked in on Cho holding Isolde's letter to Ron.
"Harry I think I know who killed Baal Krell." She said crumbling the letter up.
***
Ron Wealsey walked down the stairs with his hands in his trench-cloak pockets as he passed several of his fellow Male Dorm room members and got nasty looks. Ron gave instantly nasty looks backwards as it had probably had gotten around he'd been in a fight with Baal a few hours before. He saw Lilith Krell talking to an Auror down the hall he was rounding and decided to move very quickly past her. The Ogre of a woman was sobbing profusely into a tear-stained handkerchief and talking about Baal at great length, a very common thing going on right now with most of what he'd heard being words about what a great Quidditch player Baal had been. Ron personally tried suppressing his sneer at the mourning for Baal as best he could, he admitted what had happened to him had been terrible but probably no more than what he deserved after what he'd done….
'His soul was sucked out Ron. You have to think about that…' A voice said in the Wealsey boy's head that was distant and covered much by the anger he was feeling at what Isolde had told him yesterday in the strictest confidence. The entire meeting was actually something of a blur because he could only really remember things like her scent, her voice, and her touch and not actually anything she said but he knew a few things upon thinking about it in the midst of that hail and the lady; Baal had been keeping her with magic for his own use the slimy sleaze and the Isolde wanted him to rescue her.
'Well obviously someone had beat me to it. No don't confuse rescuing with murder.' Ron breathed as he shook his head clear. He wanted to be an Auror and he was confused about a lot of things but he knew that whoever had done the things to Albus Dumbledore and Baal Krell was evil just like You…Voldemort and had to be stopped. Baal was so many things slimy that Ron wouldn't even wipe his shoe on his corpse but he didn't deserve to have his soul sucked away by whatever had done it….to wherever it had gone.
Ron shrugged his cloak around him a bit tighter as Lilith Krell said "I hope they torture whoever did it with every pain curse in existence!"
Ron shifted uncomfortably, then thought then about Philip and wondered why he'd been so hard on him, he certainly wasn't happy about there being dark magic on the campus and admittedly was suspicious something was up but he'd seen a lot of people do things they didn't really mean and Ron himself knew some things he probably shouldn't have, learned to fight the Death-Eaters from the Forbidden Section illegally but known nonetheless.
It was then that Ron heard sweet music to his ears and suddenly all his doubts simply vanished as he turned to look at the ravishing Isolde who was dressed in a somewhat revealing neckline black v-neck shirt and black mini-skirt, a smile on her face as her words lingered in the air as she leaned on the wall "Ron…I've been waiting for you." She took him by the color and lifted it up a bit around his ears as she smirked and he gauzed into those endless green eyes.
"H..Hi." Ron said suddenly a bit confused about what he'd been thinking of and decided to keep gauzing.
"Ron, Baal's dead." She said only blinking once as if her eye lashes batting, were shocks to him.
"Yes I'm…" he stopped from saying sorry, as he knew that was inappropriate for some reason.
"Don't mourn him Ron. He only got what was coming to him. I'm also free to date now but I have something a little more special planned for us now." She began tossing floo powder on him as she had it concealed in her very tasteful belt, which had a skull on it?
It was then Ron discovered himself looking up at Isolde as he was sitting on her very large bed in what he presumed was the girl's dorm house's.
"Uh." Ron choked, breathing heavily.
Isolde grinned down at him as he could only stare at her eyes, which began to mesmerize and glow. Huge leathery bat-wings then emerged from underneath her shirt as they tore through and Ron couldn't move as she began to kiss him, fangs among her teeth.
***
Philip got a searing headache as he leaned up against the alley wall he had fled to, the information Albus Dumbledore had been placing in the memory charms had been giving him them for weeks now. Philip was almost faintly suspicious he'd start having an attack when they came on, like the seizures he'd had growing up before he'd outgrown them. It wasn't helping he'd just been put through the third degree by people he trusted for murder for god sake. Soul-sucking, Truth serums which he hoped weren't poison, and chairs with straps…it was like a nightmare he couldn't wake up from. It was then that his rabbit began tugging on his wizard cloak as he blinked in the pain and turned around.
"What is it?" Philip said turning around and looking towards the austere but hateful face of Severus Snape. "What do you want?" Philip said, in too much pain to be unnerved by his stare.
It was then that Philip fell to the ground and spat blood onto the stone cobbled streets of the ground. The pain of his head now magnified by the punch from the tall man who'd just hit him with a backhand holding Snape's wand inside it.
"Don't think you play innocent with me boy. I know perfectly well that you killed that young man today and don't think I'm going to let you get away to do more of such horrors, Dumbledore or no Dumbledore." Snape said rolling up his robe sleeves as he lifted his wand high.
'What is there a big honking sign that says MURDERER on my head in wizard-ese?' Philip thought turning around to scream at Snape before he saw the wand point hovering over his heart.
"I didn't kill anyone." Philip gulped as he caught a glimpse of what was in Snape's eyes.
"Nevertheless what you think. I'm going to kill you." Snape began a curse before a bright light filled the chamber and Phillip backed away in horror.
Severus Snape had been encased in ice.
The young sorcerer began to vomit in the alley as fear welled in him and the headache grew worse, he took off in a run, unaware there was no place to hide now.
***
TO BE CONTINUED!
-Charlemagne
"Well Hermione I think we're going to have to kill your boyfriend." Ron finally said as they walked alongside the streets of New Avalon, currently being swept clean of afternoon hail by magically animated sweepers.
"What?" Hermione blinked at Ron.
"Well Phillip obviously has something to do with this." Ron said hastily as Harry looked at him too, he'd been thinking about Dumbledore and Fawke's sitting on his shoulder hadn't helped take his mind off maters.
"Well someone obviously hit Albus with that Cardiac tear thing and if it wasn't Snape…which I'm not ruling our right now. I would go on a limb to say it was probably Phillip who blasted Baal Krell with some nasty dark wizardry at lunchtime."
"Ron, you are being ridiculous." Hermione stared at her friend from her vantage point with such a look of determination he momentarily dropped the theory until he saw around the Guy's dorm that a number of men whose plain almost Muggle-esque clothing practically screamed Auror. They certainly recognized one of the men who was drinking heavily from a flask now missing a limb more from when they'd last seen him, courtesy of Voldemort's wizardry.
"Allastor?" Ron said walking up to the Auror before stopping dead in his tracks, his face becoming white as a sheets, and stepping backwards a few steps as a body was brought out wrapped in a black cloak.
"Murder." He answered the unspoken question. "Murder most foul and on the grounds of a college campus no less in broad daylight." Moody finished his swig of whatever he was drinking today and looked at the body "Krell, Baal. The Quidditch team Seeker. Found drowned in his cauldron half an hour past. His soul had been sucked out just before…." He let his artificial eye trail on the group.
Harry felt distinctly uncomfortable underneath that gaze as if Alastor Moody was checking him over like a suspect. It was like a barrel full of Gringott's galleons had been dumped in his stomach when he realized that he probably WAS a suspect. He'd been seen playing awfully rough with Baal.
'That's not enough for them to su…that's…that's impossible they wouldn't.' Alastor swiveled his eyeball as Ron asked "Dementors?" apparently just as uncomfortable under his idol's gauze.
"Possibly." Moody says softening his gauze "We've been on a campaign to annihilate the magical beasts since The-Man-Who-Died ended up dead and we thought we'd been fairly through but you never can tell when one or more of your foes has slipped through your grasp, even when they're bodies lying dead at your feet…" he seemed to start to reminisce about an old case "CONSTANT VIGILANCE!" he slammed his palm as if suddenly trusting the teenagers again.
He then pulled the top of the cloak off of Baal Krell's face as all three blinked and Hermione gasped, the three seeing his scalded and bloated form with a purple discoloration around his mouth. "That could be the Dementor's kiss alright but it could be someone trying to make it LOOK like the Dementor's kiss. Not only that there's damn Wrath-Eaters, Incubi, Succubi, and plenty of other monsters which want to do your soul in. CONSTANT VIGILANCE!" he slapped his fist against his palm.
Hermione got a little closer to Ron who looked at Harry who was still gauzing darkly at Baal Krell's corpse.
"Are you going to need statements?" Harry asked as Moody nodded.
"A full alibi for everyone here. There's dark magic afoot in this place and I intend to grab it by the neck, shake it until it's dizzy, then bash it against the rocks until it's good and bloody enough to eat." Alastor Moody said drinking from his flash as he suddenly looked as if he were rather hungry.
"Ummmm good image." Harry said as he covered the cloak over Baal's face again and nodded to Alastor.
"Alright gents let's cart this sucker out to the Morgue for autopsy! I want to know exactly what kissed, where it is, and if it was done with a wand or lips before dinner!" Alastor called to the other Aurors as Harry shook his head and turned away, finding a seat nearby the building.
"Well this has certainly taken a decided turn for the worst." Ron murmured as Harry nodded.
"What should we do?" Hermione asked before blinking at Harry's look. "Oh come on you can't possibly believe….he has a rabbit for God sakes!" as this somehow validated his character.
"Well Hermione I must admit I don't like it but we need to interrogate him." Harry said walking up to the Dorm rooms and breathing heavy.
'We have to find Grindelwald…before others die.'
***
"So you really don't mind this at all Philip?" Hermione asked as she, Ron, Harry, and Cho stood around the chair, which contained the form of Philip Ashland. Harry had gotten the chair from the Dorm Dungeons and felt more than a little guilty sitting him in it as he watched Hermione brew the truth potion.
"What a cute rabbit." Cho leaned over on Harry's bed patting Hermes on the head while Fawkes squawked at Hermione taking one of his tail feathers for the potion to make sure it was completely accurate.
"Well no offense I must admit it's a tad insulting being accused of practicing Dark wizardry and all." Philip said as his hands were bound in leather straps while the three were looking over him. Dressed in a trench cloak that made him look like an Auror Ron was looking him over very suspiciously as Harry sat back and looked at Cho dressed in his red summer swear and blue jeans, not feeling very wizardish at the moment he looked at Phil and told him his accusations. Hermione was in a floral print dress with black gloves and a pair of goggles on looking rather silly.
"Well Phil basically you can imagine our suspicion right now; mysterious body, black spell before the body…." Ron repeated the words as Phil breathed, looking more than a little angry but restraints and restraint period were keeping him launching into a tirade at his accuser. "We just want you to answer a few questions under magic."
"I feel like Barty Crouch." Harry shifted uncomfortably under Philip's very innocent expression. They'd just wanted to talk to him about the dark spell, or at least Harry had, then Cho had come up to them and told them about the Naga in her room. Ron and Philip had gotten into a shouting match and Ron had asked if Philip would be willing to say he wasn't guilty under truth potion which Philip had agreed to. Harry didn't like it but he wanted to make sure that Cho would be okay or someone else didn't get equally hurt.
"Well I'm sure Ron that you have MUCH to be suspicious of though why you c…" Philip gritted his teeth and looked at Hermione as he eyed his rabbit whom was laughing at Cho's tickling "Traitor." He hissed.
"You should all be ashamed of yourselves." Hermione said as she poured the potion from the cauldron's side into a glass and shook it with a napkin over the top and her hand palm.
"You're the one helping us brew it!" Ron retorted Hermione looked hurt, shifting uncomfortably as she poured some of the potion from the glass in a large spoon.
"You needn't be upset at all this I'm sure finding a…Bo..dy can upset even the best of them. I once saw this movie called Son of Sam, everyone goes crazy because a murderer is near and they start accusing everyone in the neighborhood, it's an excellent study on mass hyster…Ummph." Philip said as Hermione stuck the spoon in his mouth with the serum.
Harry just watched Philip "Listen think of this as a way to clear yourself Phil, we're all under suspicion here of something horrid and truthful answers from us all will help catch the killer. I'm sure you'll be exonerated." Harry said honestly, fairly sure a dark wizard wouldn't be so polite as to submit to truth serum and the treatment they were giving him. He suspected he'd lost the man's friendship and only Hermione was keeping him so polite.
'He must really like her.' Harry thought as Cho sat down on Harry's bed and he shook his head, moving away thoughts.
"Well I don't know you and while I'm not sure Baal Krell didn't have a thousand people on this college he tormented enough to kill him…" Cho stopped for a moment and shook her head "Never mind. It's nothing."
Harry looked at Cho Chang for a moment "Cho if you have anything to say about this, really you can come out and say…"
"Did you kill Baal Krell, sucking out his soul?" Ron asked in a heavy deep gritty voice.
Philip says "Are you sure you've never seen the usual suspects?"
"Ron!" Hermione looked aghast, and not in a friendly way but one deeply hurt by his accusations and methods.
"Answer the question!" Ron snarled theatrically.
"No. No I did not. I shot a spell off at him because I didn't like him shoving Hermione down into her chair. I don't like men who pick on women. It's disgusting, it's unmanly, and I've gotten in plenty of fights over it back in what she calls the Colonies. Now if you'll kindly unlash these restraints…" Philip's voice was rising as he locked eyes with Ron. Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Cho could have all sworn the temperature dropped ten degrees.
Ron then said "Not so fast. Where did you learn the Black Tentacles of Olderbash?"
Harry looked up "Ron, he didn't do it. This has gone on far enough."
"The what?" Philip asked.
"The spell you shot." Ron sat down on the countertop of Harry and his kitchen, looking at Philip.
Phillip shook his head "I don't know." He blinked as Harry and Hermione both looked at him, Cho having gone upstairs to the second floor for some reason. "I don't know…I guess it's one of the spells the memory teacher taught me. Albus gave me a lot of memories and information…about things I have no clue about. I can't recall it all like you probably can't recall every day of your classes. Maybe I picked it up somewhere in Ravenclaw."
Hermione undid then his straps as Ron let out a heavy breath and exited out the door.
"I don't like your friend." Philip said getting up and looking at Harry "And I'm not too happy with you for this either."
"I'm not happy with myself right now either." Harry said getting up and going upstairs to talk to Cho, he didn't like the look that Hermione was giving him, which was one of deep betrayal. It occurred to Harry that she really liked Philip as well.
'Some things missing here.' Harry thought to himself as he walked in on Cho holding Isolde's letter to Ron.
"Harry I think I know who killed Baal Krell." She said crumbling the letter up.
***
Ron Wealsey walked down the stairs with his hands in his trench-cloak pockets as he passed several of his fellow Male Dorm room members and got nasty looks. Ron gave instantly nasty looks backwards as it had probably had gotten around he'd been in a fight with Baal a few hours before. He saw Lilith Krell talking to an Auror down the hall he was rounding and decided to move very quickly past her. The Ogre of a woman was sobbing profusely into a tear-stained handkerchief and talking about Baal at great length, a very common thing going on right now with most of what he'd heard being words about what a great Quidditch player Baal had been. Ron personally tried suppressing his sneer at the mourning for Baal as best he could, he admitted what had happened to him had been terrible but probably no more than what he deserved after what he'd done….
'His soul was sucked out Ron. You have to think about that…' A voice said in the Wealsey boy's head that was distant and covered much by the anger he was feeling at what Isolde had told him yesterday in the strictest confidence. The entire meeting was actually something of a blur because he could only really remember things like her scent, her voice, and her touch and not actually anything she said but he knew a few things upon thinking about it in the midst of that hail and the lady; Baal had been keeping her with magic for his own use the slimy sleaze and the Isolde wanted him to rescue her.
'Well obviously someone had beat me to it. No don't confuse rescuing with murder.' Ron breathed as he shook his head clear. He wanted to be an Auror and he was confused about a lot of things but he knew that whoever had done the things to Albus Dumbledore and Baal Krell was evil just like You…Voldemort and had to be stopped. Baal was so many things slimy that Ron wouldn't even wipe his shoe on his corpse but he didn't deserve to have his soul sucked away by whatever had done it….to wherever it had gone.
Ron shrugged his cloak around him a bit tighter as Lilith Krell said "I hope they torture whoever did it with every pain curse in existence!"
Ron shifted uncomfortably, then thought then about Philip and wondered why he'd been so hard on him, he certainly wasn't happy about there being dark magic on the campus and admittedly was suspicious something was up but he'd seen a lot of people do things they didn't really mean and Ron himself knew some things he probably shouldn't have, learned to fight the Death-Eaters from the Forbidden Section illegally but known nonetheless.
It was then that Ron heard sweet music to his ears and suddenly all his doubts simply vanished as he turned to look at the ravishing Isolde who was dressed in a somewhat revealing neckline black v-neck shirt and black mini-skirt, a smile on her face as her words lingered in the air as she leaned on the wall "Ron…I've been waiting for you." She took him by the color and lifted it up a bit around his ears as she smirked and he gauzed into those endless green eyes.
"H..Hi." Ron said suddenly a bit confused about what he'd been thinking of and decided to keep gauzing.
"Ron, Baal's dead." She said only blinking once as if her eye lashes batting, were shocks to him.
"Yes I'm…" he stopped from saying sorry, as he knew that was inappropriate for some reason.
"Don't mourn him Ron. He only got what was coming to him. I'm also free to date now but I have something a little more special planned for us now." She began tossing floo powder on him as she had it concealed in her very tasteful belt, which had a skull on it?
It was then Ron discovered himself looking up at Isolde as he was sitting on her very large bed in what he presumed was the girl's dorm house's.
"Uh." Ron choked, breathing heavily.
Isolde grinned down at him as he could only stare at her eyes, which began to mesmerize and glow. Huge leathery bat-wings then emerged from underneath her shirt as they tore through and Ron couldn't move as she began to kiss him, fangs among her teeth.
***
Philip got a searing headache as he leaned up against the alley wall he had fled to, the information Albus Dumbledore had been placing in the memory charms had been giving him them for weeks now. Philip was almost faintly suspicious he'd start having an attack when they came on, like the seizures he'd had growing up before he'd outgrown them. It wasn't helping he'd just been put through the third degree by people he trusted for murder for god sake. Soul-sucking, Truth serums which he hoped weren't poison, and chairs with straps…it was like a nightmare he couldn't wake up from. It was then that his rabbit began tugging on his wizard cloak as he blinked in the pain and turned around.
"What is it?" Philip said turning around and looking towards the austere but hateful face of Severus Snape. "What do you want?" Philip said, in too much pain to be unnerved by his stare.
It was then that Philip fell to the ground and spat blood onto the stone cobbled streets of the ground. The pain of his head now magnified by the punch from the tall man who'd just hit him with a backhand holding Snape's wand inside it.
"Don't think you play innocent with me boy. I know perfectly well that you killed that young man today and don't think I'm going to let you get away to do more of such horrors, Dumbledore or no Dumbledore." Snape said rolling up his robe sleeves as he lifted his wand high.
'What is there a big honking sign that says MURDERER on my head in wizard-ese?' Philip thought turning around to scream at Snape before he saw the wand point hovering over his heart.
"I didn't kill anyone." Philip gulped as he caught a glimpse of what was in Snape's eyes.
"Nevertheless what you think. I'm going to kill you." Snape began a curse before a bright light filled the chamber and Phillip backed away in horror.
Severus Snape had been encased in ice.
The young sorcerer began to vomit in the alley as fear welled in him and the headache grew worse, he took off in a run, unaware there was no place to hide now.
***
TO BE CONTINUED!
-Charlemagne