Harry VS Freddy: Part Three
George Smillie
"Even where sleep is concerned, too much is a bad thing." - Homer
The Great Hall was bustling with Hogwarts students. The roof was pictured as a shining, morning sky, coloured a light yellow. There were four tables arranged in the hall. Slytherin's table had a green banner depicting a sinister looking serpant. Hufflepuff's banner was purple and had a timid looking badger on it. Gryffindor's was a brave, red lion, and Ravenclaw's was a disgruntled looking bird in blue. Harry sat in between Ron and Hermione on the Gryffindor table. Ron scrunched up his face, as if there was a foul smell under his nose. "God, why don't they hurry up? I'm so hungry!" Harry laughed.
"Your always hungry. I'm surprised you don't explode." Frowning, Ron rubbed his stomach.
"All the same, the only thing I ate on the train was those Chocolate Frogs. Harry's smile faded, remembering the events on the train. Once again, he was trying his hardest to hide his discomfort from Ron and Hermione, but they both looked suspicious when they returned to find Harry clutching his forehead. "There's a new Defence Against The Dark Arts teacher this year," said Ron, changing the subject.
"Of course there is," Hermione said. "That Umbridge woman said she'd never return, even if," she laughed, "wild 'dinosaurs' threatened her." They all laughed heartily. Suddenly, the room fell silent as Proffeser McGonagall marched down the centre of the hall carrying a tattered old wizard's hat, placing it on a modest, wooden stool at the front of the hall. A short, Gryffindor third year named Euan Abercromebie leaned across to Ron's neighbour and whispered, "I can't stand the sorting ritual. I'm going to have a nap. Wake me for the feast." He leaned back in to his seat and shut his eyes. Euan yawned and listened for the hat to start its song. 'Stupid hat,' Euan thought to himself. He opened his eyes to see the hat's rim open, ready to sing.
"One, two, Freddy's coming for you." Euan sat up and looked around the hall, a curious look on his face. The entire hall was silent. He looked to his neighbour. Her expression was non-existent. It was simply plain, no emotion. Dead. "Three, four, better lock your door." The hat's voice had changed since last year. It was rough and deep. "Five, six, grab your crucifix." Euan felt a lump in his throat, he was afraid. But of what? It was a hat for God's sake. "Seven, eight, gonna' stay up late." Something was definetly wrong. Euan looked on. The hat was...morphing. It was now a dirty, tattered fedora. "Nine, ten, never sleep again..." The hat was gone. In its place stood a man in filthy trousers, a dirty red and green sweater, and the old fedora. The man had a burnt disfigured face, and a sickening grin across his face, displaying his yellow teeth.
"Hey kid, take a look at this..." The man held out his hand. Euan looked closely, and noticed small droplets of blood dripping from the nails of the man's right hand. The blood began to slip from the fingers faster and faster, until blood was pouring out. Then, there was a slashing sound, and long blades began to grow from the fingers. The man began to laugh and walk towards Euan. "How about a trip down memory lane? Ha ha!" The room began to swirl, the man's horrible laughter echoeing through Euan's head.
Suddenly, the hall was gone. The sky was black, with thunder in the air. Euan spun around. In front of him stood a ruined, delapidated house. It had wood boarded over the windows. Euan found himself walking reluctantly towards the front porch. The numbers next to the door read '1428.' Without thinking, Euan opened the door and walked inside... After he was inside, the ground began to rumble, and through the dirt burst a battered old sign, worn by age. It read, 'Elm Street.'
Euan sighed with relief. He found himself in a beautiful salon. There were scented candles and soothing music in the air. There was a table with a sheet covering it in the centre of the room. Euan jumped when a voice cracked the peace. "Right, lets begin." A calm, soft voice. Euan turned to see a woman with long, flowing blonde hair, deep blue eyes, and a pretty smile. Somehow, Euan found himself lying on the table with his shirt off, under the sheet. The woman was gently massaging his shoulders. For about five minutes, Euan found himself in complete peace. Suddenly, he felt a sharp, stabbing pain in his left shoulder. He jolted. The pain grew more intense, like a knife was digging in to him, cutting deeper and deeper. Euan turned to face the woman, but she was no longer there. In her place stood the man with the ruined face. On his right hand was a glove with five deadly looking blades on the end. He waved at Euan. "How about a face massage?" He grabbed Euan's face and dug his blades in to his head. Euan's screams were muffled by Freddy's hand.
"Oh my God! Somebody help! Euan's bleeding!" Euan had fallen off his chair and was clutching his face. Blood poured on to the floor as teachers rushed to assist, and students crowded around him in horror.
"Freddy's first," laughed Freddy. "Be honoured kid, be honoured." With all the strength he could use, Freddy crushed the young boy's face. Euan crumpled to the ground, and died in a pool of blood.
PANCY PARKINSON
George Smillie
"Even where sleep is concerned, too much is a bad thing." - Homer
The Great Hall was bustling with Hogwarts students. The roof was pictured as a shining, morning sky, coloured a light yellow. There were four tables arranged in the hall. Slytherin's table had a green banner depicting a sinister looking serpant. Hufflepuff's banner was purple and had a timid looking badger on it. Gryffindor's was a brave, red lion, and Ravenclaw's was a disgruntled looking bird in blue. Harry sat in between Ron and Hermione on the Gryffindor table. Ron scrunched up his face, as if there was a foul smell under his nose. "God, why don't they hurry up? I'm so hungry!" Harry laughed.
"Your always hungry. I'm surprised you don't explode." Frowning, Ron rubbed his stomach.
"All the same, the only thing I ate on the train was those Chocolate Frogs. Harry's smile faded, remembering the events on the train. Once again, he was trying his hardest to hide his discomfort from Ron and Hermione, but they both looked suspicious when they returned to find Harry clutching his forehead. "There's a new Defence Against The Dark Arts teacher this year," said Ron, changing the subject.
"Of course there is," Hermione said. "That Umbridge woman said she'd never return, even if," she laughed, "wild 'dinosaurs' threatened her." They all laughed heartily. Suddenly, the room fell silent as Proffeser McGonagall marched down the centre of the hall carrying a tattered old wizard's hat, placing it on a modest, wooden stool at the front of the hall. A short, Gryffindor third year named Euan Abercromebie leaned across to Ron's neighbour and whispered, "I can't stand the sorting ritual. I'm going to have a nap. Wake me for the feast." He leaned back in to his seat and shut his eyes. Euan yawned and listened for the hat to start its song. 'Stupid hat,' Euan thought to himself. He opened his eyes to see the hat's rim open, ready to sing.
"One, two, Freddy's coming for you." Euan sat up and looked around the hall, a curious look on his face. The entire hall was silent. He looked to his neighbour. Her expression was non-existent. It was simply plain, no emotion. Dead. "Three, four, better lock your door." The hat's voice had changed since last year. It was rough and deep. "Five, six, grab your crucifix." Euan felt a lump in his throat, he was afraid. But of what? It was a hat for God's sake. "Seven, eight, gonna' stay up late." Something was definetly wrong. Euan looked on. The hat was...morphing. It was now a dirty, tattered fedora. "Nine, ten, never sleep again..." The hat was gone. In its place stood a man in filthy trousers, a dirty red and green sweater, and the old fedora. The man had a burnt disfigured face, and a sickening grin across his face, displaying his yellow teeth.
"Hey kid, take a look at this..." The man held out his hand. Euan looked closely, and noticed small droplets of blood dripping from the nails of the man's right hand. The blood began to slip from the fingers faster and faster, until blood was pouring out. Then, there was a slashing sound, and long blades began to grow from the fingers. The man began to laugh and walk towards Euan. "How about a trip down memory lane? Ha ha!" The room began to swirl, the man's horrible laughter echoeing through Euan's head.
Suddenly, the hall was gone. The sky was black, with thunder in the air. Euan spun around. In front of him stood a ruined, delapidated house. It had wood boarded over the windows. Euan found himself walking reluctantly towards the front porch. The numbers next to the door read '1428.' Without thinking, Euan opened the door and walked inside... After he was inside, the ground began to rumble, and through the dirt burst a battered old sign, worn by age. It read, 'Elm Street.'
Euan sighed with relief. He found himself in a beautiful salon. There were scented candles and soothing music in the air. There was a table with a sheet covering it in the centre of the room. Euan jumped when a voice cracked the peace. "Right, lets begin." A calm, soft voice. Euan turned to see a woman with long, flowing blonde hair, deep blue eyes, and a pretty smile. Somehow, Euan found himself lying on the table with his shirt off, under the sheet. The woman was gently massaging his shoulders. For about five minutes, Euan found himself in complete peace. Suddenly, he felt a sharp, stabbing pain in his left shoulder. He jolted. The pain grew more intense, like a knife was digging in to him, cutting deeper and deeper. Euan turned to face the woman, but she was no longer there. In her place stood the man with the ruined face. On his right hand was a glove with five deadly looking blades on the end. He waved at Euan. "How about a face massage?" He grabbed Euan's face and dug his blades in to his head. Euan's screams were muffled by Freddy's hand.
"Oh my God! Somebody help! Euan's bleeding!" Euan had fallen off his chair and was clutching his face. Blood poured on to the floor as teachers rushed to assist, and students crowded around him in horror.
"Freddy's first," laughed Freddy. "Be honoured kid, be honoured." With all the strength he could use, Freddy crushed the young boy's face. Euan crumpled to the ground, and died in a pool of blood.
PANCY PARKINSON