Oliver rubbed his tired eyes and peered blearily from his half-closed eyelids, and there it was, the monster, grinning at him with light reflected off the saliva-ed teeth. The flaming head of the monster tanned his face, and the shiny teeth terrified him to the seventh level of the Inferno. "AGH!!!" screamed Oliver as he scrambled on the sofa and managed to fell down, head-first. And blacked out.

"Oiy Oliver! Wotcha screaming for?! We're ain't that scary!" grinned Fred with the identical George nodding.

No reply came from the Gryffindor Keeper who was currently unconscious.

"Oliver? Oliver Cortes Wood?" said George nervously as he peered down from the back of the sofa and saw Oliver, with a drool dripping down from the side of his mouth, unconscious. "Oiy! Oiy Gred! He's UNCONSCIOUS!"

"You're joking!" exclaimed Gred as he kneeled beside Forge and stared at the fainted Oliver in amazement. It was the second accident in three days. Angelina had recovered, but she was still muttering odd things, such as, "Mr. Walrus wanted me to walk with him in the path of sunlight, but I declined, he looked too much like Padma Patil, and I gave him that answer, and he just said that he was Padma Patil! So then after, like, a few minutes of thinking, I agreed to marry him in the path of sunlight with Filch as our priest and Snape as our Father-in-law. And oh, it was so beautiful...." and of which Angelina rambled on about how blinky her wedding was, with blinking lights and shiny aluminium foil, polka-dotted streamers and suchs. Fred was quite devastated too, since it showed that Angelina had some inklings of a bi-sexual, but devastated as he was and still is, he can't help feeling the dirtydirty excitement too. Ew.

Katie was quietly eating her eggs when the Headmaster stood up and tapped his spoon against his goblet, "Hearsay! Hearsay! The Gryffindor Quidditch Keeper and Captain, Mr. Wood, is now unconscious due to an unexpected surprised from an identical two. Quidditch matches are now postponed two weeks from their current starting dates since it is compulsory for the Captain to be present. You can resume to your eatings now, it'll be an hour before breakfast is over."

Katie dropped the spoon from her grip and it clattered on the wooden table. A few heads turned to see a pale Katie with an astonished look on her face, her mouth opening and closing like a scary bulgy-eyed Goldfish. They saw her standing up, and running out of the Great Hall.

Katie arrived at the hospital wing, gasping for breath. She saw the twins, Alicia and Harry crowded around Oliver's bed. Angelina was smiling at them, yakking her head off about her two sons, made of snow. Madam Pomfrey bustled towards Angelina and forced a potion down her throat, "There! That'll recover her!"

Angelina blinked, and steam came out of her nose. She glanced at the Quidditch team and saw Oliver lying down on the bed, with a big bump on his head, "Oliver!" cried Angelina as she scrambled out of her bed and was suddenly engulfed in a hug by Fred.

"Angelina!" cried a happy Fred as he hugged Angelina, "You're back again!" Then he backed off, "Eww, you smell like a dungbomb!" Then he grinned and pulled her into a hug, "I don't mind that!"

Angelina frowned at Fred and pushed him away, "Bugger off! And I do not smell like a dungbomb!" She turned around and saw other members of the Quidditch team reeling back from her. "All right! I'll go off to bath now!" Angelina then took her belongings and stormed off to the Gryffindor's common room, forgetting about Oliver all at once.

Katie then went inside and joined the cluster around Oliver's bed.

"You know, there'll be no Quidditch meetings now!" cried gleeful George
"Oh yeah! I can handle that!" smiled an elated Alicia
"Let's celebrate it tonight!" ejaculated an excited Fred
"........" said a quiet Katie

The threesome looked at the worried Katie and united their brains into one. They all smiled simultaneously, which will freak Katie if she saw it, but fortunately, or rather, unfortunately, she didn't. Katie continued to look at Oliver anxiously while the three smiled their heads off until Alicia spoke up, "Well, I'm going to..."

George butted in, "Breakfast! We'll see you after..."
"school, won't we, Katie?" interrupted Fred with the answer already etched on his brain and the other two.

The both then joined arms, and skipped out of the hospital wing, much liked Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz with the Scarecrow and the Tinman.

The school ran pass Katie like a snail, with an extra house for itself. Motions of Professor Snape, McGonagall, Flitwick and Trelawney went so slow you can expect what they were going to do next. She daydreamed in each class, and was scolded and taken points away, yet never a detention given to her, since the bell rang when Snape was just forming the words detention, and Katie had already shot out of the dungeon. Katie had walked into the Great Hall for dinner, since she was starving as she skipped lunch to visit Oliver. Katie grabbed a piece of pudding, chugged down a glassful of pumpkin juice and ran out of the Great Hall. The threesome smiled knowingly, and Angelina just continued to eat as she reeked of flowers and fruits combined. She was oblivious of Katie's gargantuan crush at the moment.

Katie hid the sealed pudding in her pocket before she went into the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey just glanced at her dreamily, as she was dreaming about a certain short professor, Oh, he's so handsome and hygienic...

Katie sat down beside Oliver's bed and snuck a glance at Madam Pomfrey. Luckily, her back was turned, so Katie took out the sealed pudding, opened it and started eating it. She leaned against Oliver's bed and ate the pudding silently. Suddenly, a piece of pudding dropped on Oliver's cheek, and Katie gasped quietly as she was jolted into reality. Katie picked up the pudding gingerly, thought for a few seconds, and ate it with a silly grin. Then she wiped Oliver's cheek, and... OW!

Katie quickly threw the container out of the window, slightly injuring a hippogriff Hagrid was preparing for his lessons, and called out for Madam Pomfrey, "Madam Pomfrey! Quick! Oliver's burning!"

Madam Pomfrey quickly sat up, took a couple of potions, and bustled towards Oliver. She muttered a quick spell and the numbers, 42, appeared, glinting brightly. Madam Pomfrey gave a horrified gasp and sat Oliver up and made him swallow a couple of potions, then she turned towards Katie and shooed her away, "Please leave Miss Bell! I need to tend Oliver, and you'll be disturbing me!"

Katie gasped and clutched Madam Pomfrey's sleeve, "I won't disturb you! I'll... I'll help!"

Madam Pomfrey tutted and pushed her out of the hospital wing, "Many people mistake their disturbings for help." and slammed the door. Katie slumped against it and sighed, Why do I like him? He doesn't even care for me! I'm just a fucking chaser towards him. Nothing else, nothing! Like I am to everybody else...

Katie sighed and she trudged up to the Common Room, expecting to see a great big party going on. And yes, she was right.

Katie stared at the faces gadding about, her eyes swept over each one, trying to take in the details... but there were none. Their faces were with all of the normal body organs and for some, a few spots, but she could not just place them. They were just escaping from her mind, her thoughts, her focus. Suddenly, the expressionless faces blurred when a female voice shouted her name from afar. Her eyes were full of tears. She quickly ran up towards her bedroom and locked the door. She jumped into her bed and closed the hanging, and uttered a mild warding spell. Now nobody could ever get 1 foot near her bed, let alone open her hangings. She heard the door knock, and she steadied her shaking voice and said, "Who's that?"

"It's me, Angelina! Are you all right Katie? Why won't you come down and celebrate?" enquired a suspicious Angelina as she tried to open the door, "And why is the doorknob locked?!"

Katie breathed in deeply and replied, "I'm tired, and I don't want Fred or George to come out and do some jinxes on our bedroom!"

There was silence. Katie fiddled with her blankets nervously as she waited for Angelina to accept her lie. "Okay then, sleep well Kates..." whispered Angelina, and footsteps were heard going down the stairs.

Katie sighed and lay down on her bed, shutting her eyes. Her wrist was throbbing. She so wanted, no, needed a quick slash to make it all better again. Katie dugged underneath her bed and her finger touched something sharp. It cut her finger slightly, and Katie quickly grabbed the thing carefully and pulled it out. A drop of blood was just seen from the small cut, and Katie sighed and smeared it all over her wrist. She then held the blad between her two fingers and ran it over her skin slowly. Bit by bit, the skin was torn off by the blade, dividing them, and so it opened a deep cut. Blood that was circulating around the wrist went out into the world, glinting...

Oh look at the shining red of the blood! See how it gleams in the dark, catching what light?

Katie shuddered as small tremors of excitement was growing in her body, then it was mixed with pleasure.

It was 1 am when Katie woke up. There were no noise downstairs, yet no snores heard in the bedroom. Katie glanced at her sticky wrist, and peeked out from the hangings. She saw the two beds were unoccupied. Katie then climbed out of her bed, slid the blade underneat her bed and tiptoed towards the bathroom. There, she washed her wrist and beamed jubilantly at her new scars. Katie then walked out of the bathroom, grabbed a sweater and wore it, and then went downstairs quickly. There she saw, in the flickering light of the fireplace, Fred sleeping with Angelina snoring on his stomach and Alicia snuggling George's head. Litter was all over the place, and so were a few couples. Katie then went out of the potrait hole and snuck down quietly.

She managed to get into the hospital wing without any trouble from Filch or anyone else. And luckily, Madam Pomfrey was also out. She was trying to woo a certain short professor with a name that starts with an 'F'. So Katie managed enter the hospital wing and sit beside Oliver's bed without any problems. Katie sighed as she stroked the messy brown hair. Katie felt Oliver's forehead and her heart felt heavier when she felt that his forehead was still burning. Katie immediately went to the sink, opened the Cold tap and searched for a piece of cloth. She found it quickly as it was placed a metre away from the sink, on a table. Katie closed the tap, and submerged the cloth into the icy-cold water and walked back to Oliver's bed. She quickly placed the damp cold cloth on Oliver's forehead, wiping it slowly.

"Let me go..." begged Katie, dried paths of tears on her face, "Please..."

Katie sighed, and closed her eyes as another painful memory takes place, and her hand was still wiping Oliver's forehead on an automatic mode.

"Let me go!" whispered Katie, fatigue. She looked at the shadow sitting on a chair in a far dark corner, and followed the glow of the cigar.

"Why should I, dear Katie?" replied the shadow, puffing his cigar, with a note of glee in his tone.

"Please... I've been lying here for days and days... Please..." pleaded Katie again as she tried to tug her wrist away from the chains. Another futile attempt.

"So the problem is that you're feeling hot, isn't it?" smiled the shadow as it stood up, "Well, I can help you with that..."

Katie widened her eyes with fear, and the sheer desperateness of horror went through her, giving her a new found energy, "NO! NO! Please! I'm not hot at all! It's fine!"

The shadow came nearer, she could see its eyes glinting and she could almost feel its breath on her body. The shadow came nearer, with the cigar in its hand.

Katie struggled against the damp hot bed, trying to get away from the monster in front of her. "NOOO!" she screamed as the cigar was brought close to her neck.

"Is this hotter than what you were feeling just now?!" snarled the shadows as it stubbed out the cigar. Katie's body was suddenly frozen with fear. Yes, the cigar was horrible, but it was the only source of light...

don't you wish to hear the shriek of dark?
and let the fear dagger through our bodies
numb from the sound, silenced by the gloom
and shadows envelop our lifeless bodies

Yes, she could hear the shriek of dark. She could hardly feel her clothes torn apart by the shadow. The hands rubbing all over her.

"Is it cold enough?" chuckled the shadow in glee, when it had torn apart her last piece of clothing.

Katie kept silent, her body was weak, she had no strength. Nobody was going to help her, and she knew it.

"Katie Alexis Bell!" snapped a snippy voice as it threw Katie back towards the hard ground of reality.

Katie's eyes snapped open, the cloth on Oliver's forehead was almost dry, and she turned around and faced a steaming Madam Pomfrey meekly.

"What in the world are you doing here?! It's 2.30 a.m. don't you know?!" snarled Madam Pomfrey as she strode towards Katie, towering her with anger.

Katie mumbled a reply about worries, Oliver Wood, and insomnia. Madam Pomfrey relaxed as she saw that Katie was trying to help, but as she had said earlier that day, some people do mistake their disturbings for help. But... yes, Katie was actually helping since she had forgotten to go up to tend Oliver after being so pre-occupied in wooing the certain professor. Madam Pomfrey gave her a slight smile, "Well now, you just lie here in the bed, and I'll give you a dreamless sleeping draught."

Katie just nodded meekly and took off her sweater and snuggled down in the hospital bed. Madam Pomfrey soon came with the draught, and Katie drank it, and was soon asleep in a few seconds...

a/n: okay! am being horribly disgusting! am not studying [even though it's streaming year] and am writing this ficky 8] I quite liked this one, yet I feel that it still is a bit booby, yet not so as the chapters before, weee!!!!

Anyway, thanks to Rachelle for pointing out the rating problem for me 8] you rock! PsYcHoJo, lol, no, it's not sad that you know that Zack is in a new cell phone commercial, lol. and itefaq, ive written a new chapter now, hey, it's your turn eh!?

and to Tinkie, Rosie, darkmoon-on-dragonwings, you rockkkkkkzf!

and to pokElilpupE, weee! somehow i like arrogant men. strangestrange........