Disclaimer - You will not like this story. I wrote this while trying to get over writer's block and felt like being evil. The word that would probably repeat itself in your mind while reading this will be "what…?" It's a sad story… and I don't even know what it's going to be about. Oh, this is more of an author's note, ain't it? Then… I disclaim everything.

Insane I am

By: Elvensorceress

Chapter One: Lethe Murders

Her name was Lethe. She wasn't the average Joe, everybody knew that just by looking at her. She obviously didn't care about her appearance. She kept her white blond hair chopped off at her chin and her clothes were always in a ragged state. But her appearance wasn't the only thing that made Lethe very odd… it was the way people she knew tended to drop dead a few days after she met her. It was a strange thing, the students at Hogwarts School stayed far away from her as possible. Even the teachers kept their distances. But it was inevitable. Half the people Lethe met were dead.

The first person to die was a first year named Ben. Ben was a very cute, lovable boy whom everybody couldn't help but like. Ben was in Ravenclaw and his table was right next to the Gryffindor Table. That first day of school Ben said hello to the poor looking girl. Lethe didn't answer. She only stared at the small, blond head child with a crazy look in her eye, and sat down with her house mates. Ben shrugged and sat down at his own table.

Two days later Ben was missing. A search party was organized and every square inch of the Castle and its land was searched, however Ben was nowhere to be found. Two days after that, Ben's body had mysteriously been found lying by the Great Lake. Ginny Weasley had found the body, and her screams had alerted the professors. Madam Pomfrey diagnosed it death by drowning, though she didn't know what possessed this boy to go into the lake, for Ben could not swim.

Nobody linked the death to Lethe, even when everybody began to greave for the loss of their friend and Lethe was the only one to show no signs of remorse. She acted like nothing strange had happened at all.

The second death, however, people began to get suspicious.

The boy was a second year named Owen Cauldwell. He was in Hufflepuff. Owen was the quiet type, but everybody knew him. His father owned the Quidditch supply shop in Diagon Ally. They all tried to hit him up for discounts on racing brooms.

Owen had accidentally knocked into Lethe during a Quidditch game. Though Lethe held her ground, Owen was knocked back into the stands. Lethe gave him an angry, possessed look and told him quite fiercely to watch where he was going before she sent him away permanently. Owen was shaken up, but Lethe didn't apologize and she stormed back to the castle.

Two days later Owen was missing. Again a search party was organized, but they held a small amount of hope. Nothing of Owen was found until two days later when his body mysteriously showed up. He was found at an odd angle on the ground outside by the green houses. He had fallen from a broom which had been still hovering fifty feet in the air. Pomfrey declared it a death by flying. Nobody could understand this. Everybody knew Owen had always been afraid of flying…

Soon after, Lethe had been distantly connected to Ben's death. It was a wild guess, but a Ravenclaw announced how Lethe gave Ben that deadly stare when he just said hi to her. Most people just shrugged it off, but still watched Lethe carefully.

The third death happened only a month after Owen's. This time it was a third year girl in Slytherin. Her name was Erica. Erica was well known as one of Malfoy's little cronies. She was the one to go out, get the information, and return it to Draco. She wasn't greatly feared, but she was greatly annoyed. Whenever somebody said anything remotely evil about Malfoy, Erica was there to report it. Then Crabbe and Goyle paid that person a visit and gave whoever it was a bloody nose or a black eye. She was Slytherins' little spy.

Erica's death wasn't at all mysterious, though it shook the whole school and everybody knew it was Lethe who had done it… but again, it was ruled an accident.

Erica was making her daily stroll around the Great Hall at dinner to scout out any unusual happenings. Lethe had just been returning with a plate full of food when they ran into each other.

"Watch where you are going, you filthy mudblood!" Erica hissed, as Lethe's food flew everywhere. Lethe didn't respond. She turned back to her table. A few minutes later, Harry Potter walked to his table with a steak knife in his hand. He sat down, but the knife fell on the floor. He bent to pick it up just when Erica was passing by.

"Clumsy, idiot!" Erica sneered. Harry looked up, his eyes dark.

It happened quickly, and nobody still really knew how it happened. Lethe showed up out of nowhere and accidentally "bumped" into Harry. The force of the push was enough to send Harry flying into Erica and they both fell to the floor.

Harry was the only one to stand.

The steak knife had pushed its way into Erica's stomach, and she died right in front of everyone there on the floor.

Harry Potter had stabbed Erica. Lethe pushed Harry.

Nobody trusted Lethe from that point on.

Not one of the school governors thought to close down the school until the deaths were investigated more fully. Sure the deaths of Ben and Owen were indeed strange, but they had died on their own. Ben couldn't swim, but he chose to anyway, and Owen was afraid to fly, but he decided to go flying despite of that. And everybody knew the death of Erica was just an accident. So nothing strange, or abnormally mystical was declared.

Lethe didn't even say she was sorry.

Harry Potter took the death hard. He blamed himself fully on the Slytherin girl's death. He had dropped the knife after all. He did go ask for another one after he gave his own to a Ravenclaw. Therefore it had to be his fault.

Everybody tried to assure Harry it was actually Lethe's fault for the death. She bumped into him! And nobody even saw anything that would have made her trip! For all anybody knew, Lethe had knocked into Harry on purpose. So far two people who had bumped into Lethe were dead, and one had died just for a mere hello. This Lethe character was ruled dangerous.

The next death was a teacher, and the meeting was witnessed in front of everyone loud and clear.

Again it was meal time. Professor Trelawney decided to eat with the Professors that day, saying the fates were with her this afternoon. On her elaborate walk to the staff table, Lethe was sitting quietly in her seat. Professor Trelawney practically screamed when she laid eyes on her and she quickly grabbed the girl by her arm.

"You are the girl of such devastation!" Trelawney yelled.

Lethe stared evilly into the divination teacher's eyes. "Let go of my arm."

"Pray tell us when you were born!" Trelawney went on.

Then everybody witnessed what they never saw before. Lethe smiled. It was a rather small smile, more of a smirk really, but a smile nonetheless. "July."

Trelawney's hand went to her mouth. "The month of misery! You will certainly -"

"Professor Trelawney!" Dumbledore suddenly yelled, quieting the professor. "Please come and join us!" Trelawney didn't look happy, but she obeyed. Lethe stared at her back the whole way.

Two days later Trelawney had jumped out of her window. She landed on a spike of a gargoyle lower on the ceiling. She was found when Colin Creevey walked outside on the ground and was hit with a drop of red. He looked up and found Trelawney's bloody body mangled into a spear.

Four deaths. Four deaths all connecting with the new Gryffindor Lethe.

The school never closed. Parents never grew suspicious, though plenty of students cried home to be taken out. This Lethe girl scared them. They didn't want to die. However, Trelawney's death was suicide. She jumped on her free will. It had nothing to do with the children.

Lethe chuckled at dinner the night Trelawney's death was made official. It was proof enough to everyone around it was she who had done it.

The fifth death didn't happen until Christmas.

George Weasley had accidentally dropped an Exploding Snap card on Lethe, and it exploded. Lethe wasn't hurt, but she was angry. She stormed away without a word, and George's life was feared for.

At dinner, everybody was surprised. That whole day, what little students stayed for the holiday prayed that George would be safe. Nobody left George to be alone. They stuck by him like glue, just in case Lethe showed up. But Lethe showed up to the Christmas feast grinning and she greeted the Headmaster politely. Dumbledore smiled and told her it was a delight to see her smiling. Lethe sat in the empty seat next to Harry. That year was celebrated in the same fashion it was in Harry's third year. The tables had been cleared to the sides, and one smaller table was left in the middle. Snape, McGonagall, Sprout, and Vector had all stayed for the holidays who were Professors. Only Ron, Fred, George, Lethe, and two others had stayed who were students.

Everything was going rather well. Lethe was talking to Dumbledore about her family back in Switzerland, and George began to relax. She didn't look dangerous, though everybody else stiffened. Something was definitely up… what would cause Lethe to be so cheerful?

"Do you have any siblings, Lethe?" Dumbledore asked her, cutting a piece of turkey.

Lethe nodded. "I'm one of seven. I'm the youngest."

"Oh really?" Dumbledore mused. "And you said you are the only witch in your family?" Lethe nodded. "What are your siblings names?"

"From oldest to youngest there are Brad, Oliver, Erin, Samantha, Gerry, and Harold and me. My parents are Samuel and Amanda."

Dumbledore smiled. "Imagine if they all were wizards!" He chuckled. "Pray tell - do all of your family possess the same color hair?"

Lethe frowned and shook her head. "I'm adopted."

"Ah, I see."

Snape suddenly spoke up for the first time. "Where are you from originally?"

Lethe slowly turned her head to look at the Potion's master. "I don't know. They never told me. England, I think."

"Do you know who your real parents were then?" Snape asked, staring at Lethe with an odd sort of expression.

Lethe shook her head. "I tried to find out once, but the records are sealed. All I know is that they are both dead. They were killed."

"Oh, such a shame!" Dumbledore exclaimed. "But you are with a great family now, aren't you?"

Lethe smirked. "Of course." She put a forkful of food in her mouth. "Turkey's delicious, by the way."

Suddenly a horrible sound of somebody choking was heard, and all eyes flew to George. He had his hands around his throat and was bending into his lap - he was choking.

Dumbledore was by his side at once, trying to dislodge whatever was blocking George's air tube out of his throat. George continued to choke.

"Oy, George!" Fred screamed. "Get that bloody thing up! C'mon, man!"

When magic failed, the Heimlich remover was preformed. By this time, it had been almost a full minute and a half since George had breathed, and he collapsed. Dumbledore tried everything, but it was no use. Everybody watched as George choked to death on the floor of the Great Hall.

He had choked on a piece of turkey.

Lethe stayed in her seat, finishing her Christmas feast. She made no sign of even knowing George Weasley had died right behind her.

Though most of the professor and the governors denied it, when everybody returned back to school, they all knew Lethe the Gryffindor was a murderer.