Chapter 9
The message had disappeared from the window by the time the girls had awoken from their deep sleep.
A loud crash sounded from the common room. Megan fell out of her bed into a heap on the cold floor and immediately groaned. Mystic, however, remained with her head under the covers, wishing the clocks would set themselves back an hour or two.
Moments later, Mystic emitted a shrill scream from inside the bathroom of the girls' dormitory, "MEGAN!" Megan stood and proceeded toward the door. "What?" she called through the door. "Get in here!" Mystic screamed frantically. Megan pushed open the door and met the horrified eyes of her friend. "HELP!" she cried. Megan quickly pulled out her wand and pointed it at Mystic's hair, which was now frizzed to the point of looking like she'd been electrocuted, and was now in varying colors of the rainbow. Megan muttered a dyeing spell and a de-frizzing spell, and soon Mystic's hair looked even better than usual.
Megan pulled her robes over her riding clothes and headed downstairs for breakfast. She found a seat between Harry and Mystic, and seeing the look on the face of another first year, Madeline, she quickly sat down and leaned over to Harry.
"Harry, I think Madeline has a crush on you," she teased. He shoved Megan, blushing a deep red. A thought raced through her mind upon seeing the crimson color of his face... 'What if he doesn't even like me? What if he likes her.'
Mystic, who had been eating her bagel wordlessly, suddenly leapt to her feet. "I'm going to the barn!" she stated and with a flip of hero hair, she left the Great Hall.
After a while, the bleached-blond haired Slytherin by the name of Draco came over to the Gryffindor table, a smirk crossing his cute but horrible face. "Potter, you having fun with your girlfriend?" he teased, pulling a chair up to their table. "Buzz off, Malfoy," Harry snapped, his eyes burning with hatred. "Megan, go pl ay with your horses, at least they like you." Megan took out her wand, keeping it under the table out of sight, and muttered the same hair coloring charm that had been placed on Mystic, and soon Draco's hair began to change colors. Harry stifled a laugh at the sight of D raco's hot pink hair. Draco raised an eyebrow in suspicion, but said nothing as he got up to leave.
The whole student body erupted into hysterical laughter at the sight of Draco's now-neon-green hair. Megan muttered yet another spell that caused Draco's colorful, but usually slicked-back hair to stand on end. The Great Hall's occupants were now doubled over in laugher. even the teachers were chuckling!
By now, Draco was fuming. 'How DARE they laugh at me. I am a Malfoy! Father will hear about this, for sure.' He thought to himself. A fourth- year Ravenclaw by the name of Michelle Cullin held up a compact mirror, and Draco's sneering face turned a deep scarlet color.
A Slytherin first-year, Chris Shea, was sitting with his back to the other tables, completely mystified as to why everyone was either laughing or scowling across the room. He ignored tha laugher around him and bent his head over his potions essay "Explain the ingredients and their purpose in a hair-growth potion."
"Oh screw this!" Chris yelled and ripped his parchment into hundreds of pieces. He swept them off the table on to the floor with a flick of his wrist.
Meanwhile, Megan finally muttered the counter-spell and Draco's hair gradually returned to its normal state. "I'm going to the barn, I'll see ya'll later!" she smiled and with a swish of her robes had disappeared from the Great Hall.
She arrived at the barn just in time to see a black-cloaked figure dart into the woods behind the stable. She blinked and the figure was gone, so she thought nothing of it.
After ten minutes, Megan was beginning to wonder where Mystic was.
"Professor McGonagall!" Megan yelled as she slammed open the door to the barn office. The stern witch looked up from her paperwork curiously. "Have you seen Mystic?" Megan asked her. "No," was the elder witch's stern reply, but she seemed a bit bewildered at Megan's expression.
Megan paused, readying to leave, but after a se cond's time she turned to her teacher and said "P..Professor. as I came down the path, I saw someone run into the forest. They were wearing all black, they even had a black face!"
The Gryffindor Head of House looked up quickly from her desk. "What are you talking about?" Megan repeated, "I saw someone run into the forest. "Now Miss Thompson, you know perfectly well no one can sneak around these grounds completely unnoticed. Surely someone would have seen someone lurking in the shadows and would have alerted Dumbledore immediately. I'm sure Mystic is around here somewhere."
Megan opened her mouth in pro test but quickly snapped it shut, seeing the scolding look from her teacher's face. She hurriedly left the office, heading for Flashy's stall. She reached his stall and let herself in. Within minutes she had the big horse tacked up and ready to go.
The sky was bright, blue, and clear; the perfect day for a trail ride. Megan noticed Harry was down in the barn, tacking up one of the quieter horses for a trail ride. "Hey Harry! You wanna come with me?" Harry nodded and strapped on his helmet.
By the time they had set off the sky had darkened to a think gray color. The air had cooled drastically, but was still uncomfortably humid. "There's a storm coming," she shouted over the wind whistling in the trees. Harry nodded, his vivid green eyes focused on the ever-blackening cloud in front of them.
A shrill scream pierced the wind, causing the two to stop in their tracks. "Did you hear that?" they yelled in unison. At the same moment, obviously thinking the same thought, they cued their horses for a canter down the trail.
They had gone a long time without talking, occasionally slowing to a trot and sometimes a brief walk to give their horses a break. They had followed the wound of the occasional scream, and Megan had come to one horrifying realization. the scream was coming from the mouth of her friend, Mystic! Suddenly she pressed her heels into Flashy's sides and his momentum shifted from a walk into a swift gallop. She faintly heard Harry talking to his mount, a little gelding named Coconut, urging the smaller horse forward.
The two students, their horses running side-by-side, came across an eerie-looking clearing. The ominous trees rose from the coal-colored dirt in tall towers. Flashy snorted nervously, obviously desperate to get as far away as he could from the dark field. Mystic's terrified scream rang like a whistle in a deserted train station.
The storm had come on fast, too fast. Lightning presented itself every few seconds, illuminating the rain which was now coming down in sheets. Megan whispered a charm and with a wave of her want, a shield, invisible even to the eye of a dark wizard, was now keeping both pairs of horse and rider completely dry. They walked a little ways into the clearing, remaining alert to any sudden movements or unexplained sounds.
A dark figure darted across the path mere yards from the pair of riders, pausing only long enough for the lightning to light up his shiny mask-covered face, black in color. Flashy planted his hooves in the mud, his eyes rolling, whites clearly visible, snorting wildly. Megan talked to him quietly, urging him forward. Coconut was clearly in the same state as the other horse. scared to death. The horses were finally calm and moving forward, when the high-pitched, cold laugh of an evil-minded man shattered the silence.
Megan heard a scream a little ways behind her. Coconut had tried to run in the direction of Hogwarts, and had dumped his rider in the process.
"Harry, look out!" Megan screamed, spinning Flashy on his haunches and bolting toward the place where the boy had fallen. Someone,----- or something. was approaching across the field.
A/N: Yes, It was short, but hey! At least I wrote something! Sorry It took so long, I had no computer to write on. all of ours were fried in a recent lightning storm! Next chapter'll be up soon!
Disclaimer: You know the drill. Everything you don't recognize (the horses, Megan, Mystic, etc.) belongs to me, and everything else belongs to J.K.
Cheers!
The message had disappeared from the window by the time the girls had awoken from their deep sleep.
A loud crash sounded from the common room. Megan fell out of her bed into a heap on the cold floor and immediately groaned. Mystic, however, remained with her head under the covers, wishing the clocks would set themselves back an hour or two.
Moments later, Mystic emitted a shrill scream from inside the bathroom of the girls' dormitory, "MEGAN!" Megan stood and proceeded toward the door. "What?" she called through the door. "Get in here!" Mystic screamed frantically. Megan pushed open the door and met the horrified eyes of her friend. "HELP!" she cried. Megan quickly pulled out her wand and pointed it at Mystic's hair, which was now frizzed to the point of looking like she'd been electrocuted, and was now in varying colors of the rainbow. Megan muttered a dyeing spell and a de-frizzing spell, and soon Mystic's hair looked even better than usual.
Megan pulled her robes over her riding clothes and headed downstairs for breakfast. She found a seat between Harry and Mystic, and seeing the look on the face of another first year, Madeline, she quickly sat down and leaned over to Harry.
"Harry, I think Madeline has a crush on you," she teased. He shoved Megan, blushing a deep red. A thought raced through her mind upon seeing the crimson color of his face... 'What if he doesn't even like me? What if he likes her.'
Mystic, who had been eating her bagel wordlessly, suddenly leapt to her feet. "I'm going to the barn!" she stated and with a flip of hero hair, she left the Great Hall.
After a while, the bleached-blond haired Slytherin by the name of Draco came over to the Gryffindor table, a smirk crossing his cute but horrible face. "Potter, you having fun with your girlfriend?" he teased, pulling a chair up to their table. "Buzz off, Malfoy," Harry snapped, his eyes burning with hatred. "Megan, go pl ay with your horses, at least they like you." Megan took out her wand, keeping it under the table out of sight, and muttered the same hair coloring charm that had been placed on Mystic, and soon Draco's hair began to change colors. Harry stifled a laugh at the sight of D raco's hot pink hair. Draco raised an eyebrow in suspicion, but said nothing as he got up to leave.
The whole student body erupted into hysterical laughter at the sight of Draco's now-neon-green hair. Megan muttered yet another spell that caused Draco's colorful, but usually slicked-back hair to stand on end. The Great Hall's occupants were now doubled over in laugher. even the teachers were chuckling!
By now, Draco was fuming. 'How DARE they laugh at me. I am a Malfoy! Father will hear about this, for sure.' He thought to himself. A fourth- year Ravenclaw by the name of Michelle Cullin held up a compact mirror, and Draco's sneering face turned a deep scarlet color.
A Slytherin first-year, Chris Shea, was sitting with his back to the other tables, completely mystified as to why everyone was either laughing or scowling across the room. He ignored tha laugher around him and bent his head over his potions essay "Explain the ingredients and their purpose in a hair-growth potion."
"Oh screw this!" Chris yelled and ripped his parchment into hundreds of pieces. He swept them off the table on to the floor with a flick of his wrist.
Meanwhile, Megan finally muttered the counter-spell and Draco's hair gradually returned to its normal state. "I'm going to the barn, I'll see ya'll later!" she smiled and with a swish of her robes had disappeared from the Great Hall.
She arrived at the barn just in time to see a black-cloaked figure dart into the woods behind the stable. She blinked and the figure was gone, so she thought nothing of it.
After ten minutes, Megan was beginning to wonder where Mystic was.
"Professor McGonagall!" Megan yelled as she slammed open the door to the barn office. The stern witch looked up from her paperwork curiously. "Have you seen Mystic?" Megan asked her. "No," was the elder witch's stern reply, but she seemed a bit bewildered at Megan's expression.
Megan paused, readying to leave, but after a se cond's time she turned to her teacher and said "P..Professor. as I came down the path, I saw someone run into the forest. They were wearing all black, they even had a black face!"
The Gryffindor Head of House looked up quickly from her desk. "What are you talking about?" Megan repeated, "I saw someone run into the forest. "Now Miss Thompson, you know perfectly well no one can sneak around these grounds completely unnoticed. Surely someone would have seen someone lurking in the shadows and would have alerted Dumbledore immediately. I'm sure Mystic is around here somewhere."
Megan opened her mouth in pro test but quickly snapped it shut, seeing the scolding look from her teacher's face. She hurriedly left the office, heading for Flashy's stall. She reached his stall and let herself in. Within minutes she had the big horse tacked up and ready to go.
The sky was bright, blue, and clear; the perfect day for a trail ride. Megan noticed Harry was down in the barn, tacking up one of the quieter horses for a trail ride. "Hey Harry! You wanna come with me?" Harry nodded and strapped on his helmet.
By the time they had set off the sky had darkened to a think gray color. The air had cooled drastically, but was still uncomfortably humid. "There's a storm coming," she shouted over the wind whistling in the trees. Harry nodded, his vivid green eyes focused on the ever-blackening cloud in front of them.
A shrill scream pierced the wind, causing the two to stop in their tracks. "Did you hear that?" they yelled in unison. At the same moment, obviously thinking the same thought, they cued their horses for a canter down the trail.
They had gone a long time without talking, occasionally slowing to a trot and sometimes a brief walk to give their horses a break. They had followed the wound of the occasional scream, and Megan had come to one horrifying realization. the scream was coming from the mouth of her friend, Mystic! Suddenly she pressed her heels into Flashy's sides and his momentum shifted from a walk into a swift gallop. She faintly heard Harry talking to his mount, a little gelding named Coconut, urging the smaller horse forward.
The two students, their horses running side-by-side, came across an eerie-looking clearing. The ominous trees rose from the coal-colored dirt in tall towers. Flashy snorted nervously, obviously desperate to get as far away as he could from the dark field. Mystic's terrified scream rang like a whistle in a deserted train station.
The storm had come on fast, too fast. Lightning presented itself every few seconds, illuminating the rain which was now coming down in sheets. Megan whispered a charm and with a wave of her want, a shield, invisible even to the eye of a dark wizard, was now keeping both pairs of horse and rider completely dry. They walked a little ways into the clearing, remaining alert to any sudden movements or unexplained sounds.
A dark figure darted across the path mere yards from the pair of riders, pausing only long enough for the lightning to light up his shiny mask-covered face, black in color. Flashy planted his hooves in the mud, his eyes rolling, whites clearly visible, snorting wildly. Megan talked to him quietly, urging him forward. Coconut was clearly in the same state as the other horse. scared to death. The horses were finally calm and moving forward, when the high-pitched, cold laugh of an evil-minded man shattered the silence.
Megan heard a scream a little ways behind her. Coconut had tried to run in the direction of Hogwarts, and had dumped his rider in the process.
"Harry, look out!" Megan screamed, spinning Flashy on his haunches and bolting toward the place where the boy had fallen. Someone,----- or something. was approaching across the field.
A/N: Yes, It was short, but hey! At least I wrote something! Sorry It took so long, I had no computer to write on. all of ours were fried in a recent lightning storm! Next chapter'll be up soon!
Disclaimer: You know the drill. Everything you don't recognize (the horses, Megan, Mystic, etc.) belongs to me, and everything else belongs to J.K.
Cheers!