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Chapter 4 - What?

It had been a week since the **mysterious** death of Professor McGonagall, and things had been getting worse. Every class was silent and the tingle of excitement that was usually in the corridors was long gone. No teachers made an effort to encourage the students to brighten up. Except Professor Flitwick.

One particular day in Charms, Gryffindor and Slytherin were having a lesson together, and Professor Flitwick was trying more than usual to get the students motivated.

"Now class, today I would like to ask for your opinion on Cheering Charms. Would anyone like to volunteer to share their thoughts?"

The class was silent. A few people were sleeping. Even Hermione, was staring out the window completely lost in her own world. Finally a voice spoke up.

"Cheering Charms suck. They're twisted way of forcing people to be happy when really they just need some time to themselves."

A few heads nodded absentmindedly and Harry, Hermione and Ron for once weren't in the mood to start up a would-be fight.

"Umm..errr...ok...ok Mr Malfoy, if that is what you think then no one can stop you. I'm sure you all don't think that, so anyone can also share their own thoughts with the class.anyone?"

Another voice spoke up.

"I can't be bothered having my own thoughts." "I second that." "Third." "And since when did Charms class become a shrink session?" "Uh huh"

The bell rang, saving Professor Flitwick from being the victim of a spaz attack from a mob of now angry teenagers.

"Hey Harry! Wait up!"

"What, Neville?" Harry turned back and stopped a while for Neville to catch up.

"Since when did Flitwick get so involved with our minds.isn't it just our wands."

"Guess not, gosh that lesson was so annoying. Can't he leave us alone? Like all the other Profs?"

"Looks like he can't. Look Harry, I gotta go, so I'll see ya later hey?"

"Yeah, Neville, later."

Little did Harry know that that was the last time he was going to see Neville Longbottom for a long time.

Alive.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "This person really chooses his victims randomly, doesn't him, Severus?"

"Yes, professor he sure does."

"Do you think the murdering of Mr Longbottom meant anything?"

"I certainly hope not."

Dumbledore paced the Hospital wing. He was thinking very hard. This was the second killing in two weeks. Longbottom and Minerva had nothing to do with each other, except the fact that they were both in Gryffindor. That wouldn't be the reason.

"Albus I have to go now. I will talk to you tomorrow if that will be convenient." "Anytime tomorrow will be fine."

Snape walked out of the hospital wing and immediately bumped into Draco.

"Sorry Professor Snape. May I talk to you for a few minutes?"

"Yes of course. What's wrong?"

"Well, I heard you and Professor Dumbledore talking about.Longbottom. Is he really...well.."

"Dead?"

"Yeah.."

"Yes Mr Malfoy, Longbottom is dead."

"Damn. Oops sorry Professor."

"It's ok. What's wrong?"

"Well, it's just that. I won't..I won't..I won't be able to pick on him anymore..Yes that's it, I won't be able to pick on him anymore professor."

"Yes, Yes, Mr Malfoy that will be such a pity."

"Yes."

"Well, you will be late for class. Off you go then."

"Thank you Professor."

Hahaha so there's the 4th chap. The next few chapters will be fragments of a few significant people in this story's diaries. First will be Draco, before I forget what to write :P so yeah please please hit that button, n yeah review!! L8a!