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"Oh my GOD!" said Sam.
"I've got to get my dress!"."I've got to get my shoes!"."I've got to get my hair!" began Sam
"Um I think you have your hair.its on your head." said Scot very confused.
"No I mean I have to DO my hair! Ill see you at the great hall entrance at 7 meet me there and please hold a red rose.why they think of orange." Sam's voice trailed off into the corridors.
Back within the confines of the Gryfindor common room, the guys sat on the couches, wearing black sweaters and kaki pants as usual, and the girls were getting ready upstairs still in the dorms. (Or according to the boys, tearing off the floors with the amount of noise they were making.)
Meanwhile, in the Slytherin common room Draco was pacing back and forth near the fire.
Damn you Potter, I cant believe this, if I go, im going to get into a fight, if I don't go then.well Alexia will kill me..either way im going to mess up my hair. But what about the Dar.
"DRACO!" Said an all too familiar voice. "LETS GO!"
The grand hall was decorated within all of its mighty and breath taking splendor.
Gold laced streamers of orange and black were glisining within the moon and candle lights, who's gentle glow echoed throughout the entire school.
Christilynn was dressed in a black skirt and an orange striped shirt. (We still arent sure which way the lines go.I still wana investigate that 1 further. ^ ~
Sam had a black dress on with orange hair ties. Lit Jack-O-Lanterns hovered overhead and snacks lined up the walls of the glass windows. Harry and Hermione walked in together followed by Paul and Christilynn. Ron and Tim walked in talking to each other and last but not least, Sam and Scot. Scot, looking very sharp in all black, walked in slightly nervous, but hey he just left the school 2 years ago and he was on official business for the order.right?
After a few photos and a brief speech from Mcgonagal about "proper dancing" The party finally got started.
Draco walked in, also in black robes with emerald cuffs and trim, accompanied by Alexia, in a deep orange dress with black trim.
"That's him?" asked Scot
"Yea." said Ron.
"He has no sense of fashion whatsoever." added Scot.
Ron happened to glance over at Scot, who happened to be wearing the same exact outfit only with orange trim.Ron thought it would be best if he didn't get into an argument with the master of fashion and simply dropped the conversation.
The first slow dance started as the introduction to Wonderful Tonight began to play softly into the hall. Every one grabbed their dates and began to dance.
This, of course, with the exception of Scot and Sam. Scot, as a matter of fact, was standing there.staring at Draco.and ignoring most of the world. Paul had stopped for a second to go talk to him.
"Hey Scot, come here for a second." said Paul
The two of them stepped away from the crowd to go talk.
"How come you aren't dancin ?" asked Paul.
"I'm on official business here.Im here to be Sam's bodyguard remember?.she is kinda cute though.." said Scot.
"I do know that you're here to protect her, but wouldn't you do a better job on protecting her if u were closer to her?" asked Paul with one eyebrow raised.
Paul punched Scot on the shoulder and said " GO get em tiger." And with that note.Scot walked over to Sam who was looking out at the crowd of people. He grabbed her hand from behind and Sam turned around.
"Would you like to um.dance or something.", he said with a smirk on his face. And for once his face was red too.
The ball went on peacefully, Draco seemed to remain too quiet. There was much discussion going on as to the whereabouts of Patrick. However only 3 people truly knew what had happened to him. Not Including his abductors.
After a wonderful evening everyone had said their goodbyes and walked up to their dorms. Paul and Christilynn had stopped for a "brief" goodnight kiss. But, as if only fate would have it, in walked professor Mcgonigal. After a very interesting conversation with the very tired and cranky headmistress the crew had finally returned to the common room after a long night of festivities. The moon was full and the fires were almost out. There was nothing but silence.
They all stood in the common room. Harry had a brief tingling in his scar at the portrait hole, he had giggled randomly into the air, and then entered to meet up with the others. There was nothing but silence.
And then a Shrill cry, a scream into the dark and unforgiving night air. There was a sneaker hanging off the edge of the couch. Attached to that sneaker was the arch of a foot, attached to that food was a pair of legs, a stomach, a chest. No longer moving.and a head. Yes, a head of a lifeless figure. A cold gray figure coated with a layer of crimson unforgiving truth. The sad and unforgiving truth that dripped drop by drop *drip*drip* It was the figure of a student. The figure of what no longer was a mystery.
"Everyone out!" yelled Scot "Get down to the grand hall and wait there."
"Sam, Paul, Christi, Ron, Tim, Harry." *everyone looked up* "Follow Me."
Scot pulled out his wand and held it irregularly.he held it in the way he was trained to do for the order.something was drastically wrong and Scot, for once was worried.
Sam couldn't take her eyes off her former loves, cold lifeless face. His eyes were looking up towards the night sky. A tear rolled off her cheek. Her face was just as pale as his, and for a fraction of a second, Paul cried too.
"Harry." said Scot I want you to go and notify the order. Find Tonks first and just say "code yellow" to her .she wont say anything back but she knows what you mean. The I want you right back here. Do you understand Harry?" asked Scot in a very questioning voice.
Harry looked up from what looked like a trance and answered him. Harry left out the portrait hole and set off down the hall.
"Paul, Christilynn , go and find Dumbledore and Mcgonigal. Tim, Ron stay here and guard this area, nobody in or out but us. Defend it by spells and curses if needed."
".and nothing permanent." added Scot. Tim and Ron both sighed at the same time.
"And Sam." started Scot.
"YES!??" interrupted Sam theatrically
"You can come with me." said Scot. "Right then.Lets go."
Within five minutes there stood Dumbledore, Mc Gonigal, Taunks, Moody, Lupin and the orders newest.Scot. They were all dressed in black robes with blue and red trims. They all had red rings on.
"ladies and gentlemen.it is apparent to me that we have yet again underestimated Voldermort and of course his death eaters." Said Dumbledore in a wise and old voice.
"You also must be wondering as to why you all have red rings. As it has turned out, when the order had first originated these rings were formed within the mystical fires of the order of Merlin." said Dumbledore, noble as ever.
Voldermort also, created these mystical rings. They are both said to have great magical powers. His were green. Nobody has seen them since the downfall of their creator. Since now he's back to power, the power of the rings as well have been restored to strength and are extremely dangerous. They are marked by the emeralds they contain." There was yet another moment of silence, still shocked as to the revelation before them.
"Oh my GOD!" said Sam.
"I've got to get my dress!"."I've got to get my shoes!"."I've got to get my hair!" began Sam
"Um I think you have your hair.its on your head." said Scot very confused.
"No I mean I have to DO my hair! Ill see you at the great hall entrance at 7 meet me there and please hold a red rose.why they think of orange." Sam's voice trailed off into the corridors.
Back within the confines of the Gryfindor common room, the guys sat on the couches, wearing black sweaters and kaki pants as usual, and the girls were getting ready upstairs still in the dorms. (Or according to the boys, tearing off the floors with the amount of noise they were making.)
Meanwhile, in the Slytherin common room Draco was pacing back and forth near the fire.
Damn you Potter, I cant believe this, if I go, im going to get into a fight, if I don't go then.well Alexia will kill me..either way im going to mess up my hair. But what about the Dar.
"DRACO!" Said an all too familiar voice. "LETS GO!"
The grand hall was decorated within all of its mighty and breath taking splendor.
Gold laced streamers of orange and black were glisining within the moon and candle lights, who's gentle glow echoed throughout the entire school.
Christilynn was dressed in a black skirt and an orange striped shirt. (We still arent sure which way the lines go.I still wana investigate that 1 further. ^ ~
Sam had a black dress on with orange hair ties. Lit Jack-O-Lanterns hovered overhead and snacks lined up the walls of the glass windows. Harry and Hermione walked in together followed by Paul and Christilynn. Ron and Tim walked in talking to each other and last but not least, Sam and Scot. Scot, looking very sharp in all black, walked in slightly nervous, but hey he just left the school 2 years ago and he was on official business for the order.right?
After a few photos and a brief speech from Mcgonagal about "proper dancing" The party finally got started.
Draco walked in, also in black robes with emerald cuffs and trim, accompanied by Alexia, in a deep orange dress with black trim.
"That's him?" asked Scot
"Yea." said Ron.
"He has no sense of fashion whatsoever." added Scot.
Ron happened to glance over at Scot, who happened to be wearing the same exact outfit only with orange trim.Ron thought it would be best if he didn't get into an argument with the master of fashion and simply dropped the conversation.
The first slow dance started as the introduction to Wonderful Tonight began to play softly into the hall. Every one grabbed their dates and began to dance.
This, of course, with the exception of Scot and Sam. Scot, as a matter of fact, was standing there.staring at Draco.and ignoring most of the world. Paul had stopped for a second to go talk to him.
"Hey Scot, come here for a second." said Paul
The two of them stepped away from the crowd to go talk.
"How come you aren't dancin ?" asked Paul.
"I'm on official business here.Im here to be Sam's bodyguard remember?.she is kinda cute though.." said Scot.
"I do know that you're here to protect her, but wouldn't you do a better job on protecting her if u were closer to her?" asked Paul with one eyebrow raised.
Paul punched Scot on the shoulder and said " GO get em tiger." And with that note.Scot walked over to Sam who was looking out at the crowd of people. He grabbed her hand from behind and Sam turned around.
"Would you like to um.dance or something.", he said with a smirk on his face. And for once his face was red too.
The ball went on peacefully, Draco seemed to remain too quiet. There was much discussion going on as to the whereabouts of Patrick. However only 3 people truly knew what had happened to him. Not Including his abductors.
After a wonderful evening everyone had said their goodbyes and walked up to their dorms. Paul and Christilynn had stopped for a "brief" goodnight kiss. But, as if only fate would have it, in walked professor Mcgonigal. After a very interesting conversation with the very tired and cranky headmistress the crew had finally returned to the common room after a long night of festivities. The moon was full and the fires were almost out. There was nothing but silence.
They all stood in the common room. Harry had a brief tingling in his scar at the portrait hole, he had giggled randomly into the air, and then entered to meet up with the others. There was nothing but silence.
And then a Shrill cry, a scream into the dark and unforgiving night air. There was a sneaker hanging off the edge of the couch. Attached to that sneaker was the arch of a foot, attached to that food was a pair of legs, a stomach, a chest. No longer moving.and a head. Yes, a head of a lifeless figure. A cold gray figure coated with a layer of crimson unforgiving truth. The sad and unforgiving truth that dripped drop by drop *drip*drip* It was the figure of a student. The figure of what no longer was a mystery.
"Everyone out!" yelled Scot "Get down to the grand hall and wait there."
"Sam, Paul, Christi, Ron, Tim, Harry." *everyone looked up* "Follow Me."
Scot pulled out his wand and held it irregularly.he held it in the way he was trained to do for the order.something was drastically wrong and Scot, for once was worried.
Sam couldn't take her eyes off her former loves, cold lifeless face. His eyes were looking up towards the night sky. A tear rolled off her cheek. Her face was just as pale as his, and for a fraction of a second, Paul cried too.
"Harry." said Scot I want you to go and notify the order. Find Tonks first and just say "code yellow" to her .she wont say anything back but she knows what you mean. The I want you right back here. Do you understand Harry?" asked Scot in a very questioning voice.
Harry looked up from what looked like a trance and answered him. Harry left out the portrait hole and set off down the hall.
"Paul, Christilynn , go and find Dumbledore and Mcgonigal. Tim, Ron stay here and guard this area, nobody in or out but us. Defend it by spells and curses if needed."
".and nothing permanent." added Scot. Tim and Ron both sighed at the same time.
"And Sam." started Scot.
"YES!??" interrupted Sam theatrically
"You can come with me." said Scot. "Right then.Lets go."
Within five minutes there stood Dumbledore, Mc Gonigal, Taunks, Moody, Lupin and the orders newest.Scot. They were all dressed in black robes with blue and red trims. They all had red rings on.
"ladies and gentlemen.it is apparent to me that we have yet again underestimated Voldermort and of course his death eaters." Said Dumbledore in a wise and old voice.
"You also must be wondering as to why you all have red rings. As it has turned out, when the order had first originated these rings were formed within the mystical fires of the order of Merlin." said Dumbledore, noble as ever.
Voldermort also, created these mystical rings. They are both said to have great magical powers. His were green. Nobody has seen them since the downfall of their creator. Since now he's back to power, the power of the rings as well have been restored to strength and are extremely dangerous. They are marked by the emeralds they contain." There was yet another moment of silence, still shocked as to the revelation before them.