Never Alone
Chapter 12
Disclaimer: I don't own any of JK Rowling's characters, ideas, etc, but I own rights to Katarina Aburne and my friend has rights to Anju Brookshire. Blah, blah, blah. I'm not good at disclaimers; I'd make a terrible lawyer.
I wrote this the night I saw CoS (Actually, morning; the show was 12:01AM on the 15th of November.) Um. enjoy!
"What is this all about?" The headmaster looked surprised as he looked at the blood trickling down Wood's face.
Before either of the students could say anything, Snape spoke loudly and with anger strongly in his tone.
"I believe Flint was attacked by Wood here, Professor."
Oliver almost leapt out of is chair, but Snape scowled at him when he made a move. "I did n-!"
"Shut up Wood!" Snape's eyes were glowing with anger.
"Severus..." Dumbledore's eyes glinted. "I think we ought to hear each side of this before you can conclude,"
The potions master sat down, not removing that frightening gaze in his eyes.
"Mr. Wood, go ahead."
Wood glanced at Marcus before speaking, as if he was trying to tell him; you better not try anything funny. "I was returning to the common room after Transfiguration, and I saw Flint harassing Kat, then he took something personal belonging to her, and ran off. I was acting in her best interest and followed Marcus... when he attacked me."
Dumbledore's eyes looked over Wood like he was reading his mind. Oliver felt uneasy. "Now, Mr. Flint."
As the Slytherin captain spoke, his buckteeth stuck out. "I was asking the girl to borrow the book for my next class, because I had left it in the common room. She gave it to me nicely, then the next thing I knew, I was getting beat up."
Oliver's mouth was wide open, as was his eyes. Dumbledore leaned forward in his chair, placing his hands on the desk together. "We've been through this with you two before," He looked to Snape. "I'll leave it up to their house heads for punishment, as for you two; I expected better from the both of you."
Snape left the office, accompanied by Flint. Wood got to his feet slowly, and exited as well. As he stepped down the last stair, Professor McGonagall met his eye with an angry expression.
"Madame Hooch informed me of what happened, and I was surprised when you're name came up. It might not have been your doing, but I must give you a detention for what happened." She continued to walk toward Dumbledore's office, and Wood headed in the opposite direction, toward the common room.
He was about halfway there when he heard an unusual wail from a corridor. Help. help me. Wood rounded the corner quickly, and nothing was there. The Gryffindor Tower wasn't far from there, so he just headed back to where he was going.
"Dusk Lantern." The fat lady swung open, and he climbed through the portrait hole. A few of the usual Gryffindors were waiting for Wood there, including more than half the quidditch team.
"Wood!" Fred walked over and held his hand up for a high five. When he didn't slap his hand, a huge frown appeared across his face.
"What happened? Did your girlfriend break up with you?" Katie was sitting on the couch, and turned her head around to see the two of them.
"Katie, do you know anything about the girl's bathroom that nobody ever goes into?" Oliver ignored their previous questions.
She raised an eyebrow. "Oh, Myrtle's bathroom?"
Wood looked just as confused as Fred had when she responded. Katie sighed.
"There is a ghost that lives in one of the stalls. She usually floods the bathroom and screams most of the time, so nobody uses it," She shrugged. "I haven't a clue why she's there in the first place. Some people say she died in there." Angelina cut off Katie, and the two girls talked about something else.
Fred blinked, and cleared his throat. "So um... practice tomorrow morning, Wood?"
"I think I'll go off to bed now, I'm exhausted." He ignored Fred, and walked upstairs.
"What is his problem lately?" George had been listening from across the room.
Wood lay awake on his bed, while the other seventh years filled the beds. He could hear the entire castle in an utter silence, and the cracking fire from the common room still lit. He got out of his bed; robes still on, and went down to the common room.
He leaned against the mantle, zoning out. The clock above the fireplace struck midnight, and as it hit the last tone, a door from upstairs opened. He quickly ducked behind the couch in the corner before he was seen. The footsteps came down the stairs slowly, then into the common room. He peeked his eyes over the sofa carefully not to be seen, and he saw a faded black figure walking through the dark shadows toward the door. It opened the portrait hole and walked out.
His heart was pounding, but he decided to follow it. He waited a minute before getting up and silently exiting to figure out what was going on.
The eerie silence was irritating. The halls were pitch black except for the windows, which showed a little gleam of light from the moon. He crept down the hall toward the girl's bathroom. The figure was already there, opening a stall.
"Come here, Katarina." The figure was a girl's voice.
Oliver decided to hide behind a garbage can just outside the door, where he could see some of what was happening.
The figure pulled on a translucent arm, and pulled her out of the stall and forced her against the wall. It was Myrtle, already a ghost, being held against her will.
"Where is it?!" The unidentified girl scowled and gripped Myrtle's faded shirt tighter. Myrtle didn't say anything.
Oliver was crouched over behind the garbage can, and nearly fell. He placed a hand on the container to stay steady, but he soon found out it was made of cheap aluminum and made a loud noise.
The figure dropped Myrtle and threw her into the stall. She walked out of the bathroom and looked straight over the trash bin, looking Oliver dead in the eye. It wasn't a ghost; teacher, or even Peeves, it was Kat.
Please review this chapter, I really appreciate comments from readers! New chapter. soon.
Chapter 12
Disclaimer: I don't own any of JK Rowling's characters, ideas, etc, but I own rights to Katarina Aburne and my friend has rights to Anju Brookshire. Blah, blah, blah. I'm not good at disclaimers; I'd make a terrible lawyer.
I wrote this the night I saw CoS (Actually, morning; the show was 12:01AM on the 15th of November.) Um. enjoy!
"What is this all about?" The headmaster looked surprised as he looked at the blood trickling down Wood's face.
Before either of the students could say anything, Snape spoke loudly and with anger strongly in his tone.
"I believe Flint was attacked by Wood here, Professor."
Oliver almost leapt out of is chair, but Snape scowled at him when he made a move. "I did n-!"
"Shut up Wood!" Snape's eyes were glowing with anger.
"Severus..." Dumbledore's eyes glinted. "I think we ought to hear each side of this before you can conclude,"
The potions master sat down, not removing that frightening gaze in his eyes.
"Mr. Wood, go ahead."
Wood glanced at Marcus before speaking, as if he was trying to tell him; you better not try anything funny. "I was returning to the common room after Transfiguration, and I saw Flint harassing Kat, then he took something personal belonging to her, and ran off. I was acting in her best interest and followed Marcus... when he attacked me."
Dumbledore's eyes looked over Wood like he was reading his mind. Oliver felt uneasy. "Now, Mr. Flint."
As the Slytherin captain spoke, his buckteeth stuck out. "I was asking the girl to borrow the book for my next class, because I had left it in the common room. She gave it to me nicely, then the next thing I knew, I was getting beat up."
Oliver's mouth was wide open, as was his eyes. Dumbledore leaned forward in his chair, placing his hands on the desk together. "We've been through this with you two before," He looked to Snape. "I'll leave it up to their house heads for punishment, as for you two; I expected better from the both of you."
Snape left the office, accompanied by Flint. Wood got to his feet slowly, and exited as well. As he stepped down the last stair, Professor McGonagall met his eye with an angry expression.
"Madame Hooch informed me of what happened, and I was surprised when you're name came up. It might not have been your doing, but I must give you a detention for what happened." She continued to walk toward Dumbledore's office, and Wood headed in the opposite direction, toward the common room.
He was about halfway there when he heard an unusual wail from a corridor. Help. help me. Wood rounded the corner quickly, and nothing was there. The Gryffindor Tower wasn't far from there, so he just headed back to where he was going.
"Dusk Lantern." The fat lady swung open, and he climbed through the portrait hole. A few of the usual Gryffindors were waiting for Wood there, including more than half the quidditch team.
"Wood!" Fred walked over and held his hand up for a high five. When he didn't slap his hand, a huge frown appeared across his face.
"What happened? Did your girlfriend break up with you?" Katie was sitting on the couch, and turned her head around to see the two of them.
"Katie, do you know anything about the girl's bathroom that nobody ever goes into?" Oliver ignored their previous questions.
She raised an eyebrow. "Oh, Myrtle's bathroom?"
Wood looked just as confused as Fred had when she responded. Katie sighed.
"There is a ghost that lives in one of the stalls. She usually floods the bathroom and screams most of the time, so nobody uses it," She shrugged. "I haven't a clue why she's there in the first place. Some people say she died in there." Angelina cut off Katie, and the two girls talked about something else.
Fred blinked, and cleared his throat. "So um... practice tomorrow morning, Wood?"
"I think I'll go off to bed now, I'm exhausted." He ignored Fred, and walked upstairs.
"What is his problem lately?" George had been listening from across the room.
Wood lay awake on his bed, while the other seventh years filled the beds. He could hear the entire castle in an utter silence, and the cracking fire from the common room still lit. He got out of his bed; robes still on, and went down to the common room.
He leaned against the mantle, zoning out. The clock above the fireplace struck midnight, and as it hit the last tone, a door from upstairs opened. He quickly ducked behind the couch in the corner before he was seen. The footsteps came down the stairs slowly, then into the common room. He peeked his eyes over the sofa carefully not to be seen, and he saw a faded black figure walking through the dark shadows toward the door. It opened the portrait hole and walked out.
His heart was pounding, but he decided to follow it. He waited a minute before getting up and silently exiting to figure out what was going on.
The eerie silence was irritating. The halls were pitch black except for the windows, which showed a little gleam of light from the moon. He crept down the hall toward the girl's bathroom. The figure was already there, opening a stall.
"Come here, Katarina." The figure was a girl's voice.
Oliver decided to hide behind a garbage can just outside the door, where he could see some of what was happening.
The figure pulled on a translucent arm, and pulled her out of the stall and forced her against the wall. It was Myrtle, already a ghost, being held against her will.
"Where is it?!" The unidentified girl scowled and gripped Myrtle's faded shirt tighter. Myrtle didn't say anything.
Oliver was crouched over behind the garbage can, and nearly fell. He placed a hand on the container to stay steady, but he soon found out it was made of cheap aluminum and made a loud noise.
The figure dropped Myrtle and threw her into the stall. She walked out of the bathroom and looked straight over the trash bin, looking Oliver dead in the eye. It wasn't a ghost; teacher, or even Peeves, it was Kat.
Please review this chapter, I really appreciate comments from readers! New chapter. soon.