Harry VS Freddy: Part Four
George Smillie
"Life is pleasent. Death is peaceful. Its the transition between the two
that is troublesome." - Isaac Asimov
Freddy jerked his knives in to Euan's eyes, blinding the child but only fueling his screams. The body collapsed to the floor in a writhing, bleeding mass. Harry rushed towards Euan but stopped when he realised something terrifying. Euan's screams were morphing. Become lighter and higher. In fact, they were becoming...laughter. Euan looked up with his non- seeing eyes and peered towards Harry. Freddy laughed to, and looked at him with a foul grin. "You've got to sleep sometime!" The long, violent laughter screamed in Harry's ears as Freddy raised his razor glove to strike Harry!
Harry awoke in a cold sweat, sitting up off the matress. Dreaming again. He sighed deeply. This was not good. It had been a week since the death of the third year Euan Abercromebie, and ever since the ordeal, Harry had not had a full nights sleep. The boy had been haunting his dreams, along with that awful scarred man. Harry wiped his forehead, and lay back down on to the mattress. He knew he would not sleep again tonight. Images of Euan lying in the Great Hall, bleeding to death swam around Harry's head, as did the face of the creature who Harry was certain was responsible. He knew it was crazy, and he knew there was no proof, but the whole twisted idea was stuck in his head. Harry thought about the murderer. What was the name? Freddy? But he had yet to learn the second name.
The next morning, Harry sat with Ron and Hermione as usual. There was still an unnatural quietness over the hall. There had been ever since Euan's death. Teachers who were usually so much more pleasent towards them had become colder, as if they were aware of an abnormal presence every time a student entered a class. Ron leaned across to Harry and waved a hand in front of him. "Are you alright Harry? You look knackered." Ron grinned. "Try some of the bacon, its surprisingly good this morning." Harry faked a smile. "Harry, there is something wrong isn't there?" Whispered Hermione, so that only Ron and Harry could here. "You've been acting weird all morning. What is it?" Harry shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his face showing no expression, but his eyes betraying him. "Alright. Come up to the library after breakfast and i'll tell you everything."
"So what? You've had a couple of bad dreams is all," Hermione said. They had been sitting in a corner of the library that was mostly unused, except for the occasional passerby looking for a book on 'How To Use Your Pets Against Your Enemy.' Harry had explained all about Krueger, and how he was certain that there was a connection with the man and Euan's death. "Besides Harry, its perfectly natural. When someone your close to...passes on, your automatically going to feel like this. I know that i've never had Euan out of my mind since that evening." Hermione paused, then continued. "Anyway, do we have to talk about this now?" "Yeah Harry, we've got Snape next. He makes me sick enough by himself without having to think about this Freddy guy." Ron laughed, attempting to put a bright face on the situation.
"O.K., lets go. But i'm telling you, somethings wrong around here." Ron's jaw opened in mock horror. "Something wrong happens around here every year."
Harry shifted uncomfortably in the seat, as Snape's long, drawn out voice echoed around the dark chamber, lit with charmed candles, which would strike back if a student decided to be clever and blow one out. Every few moments, Harry's eyes would close, but luckily Snape's snappy, crisp voice would wake him right back up again. His lost sleep was starting to catch up with him. He was seated in between Neville and Ron, with Hermione behind him. Once again, his eyelids slid cautiously down, before a loud snapping sound erupted on his desk, forcing them open. Snape stood before him, his face red with barely controlled anger. "POTTER! How DARE you think you can get away with sleeping in my class!? You can get all the sleep you want in afterschool detention, midnight in my office! Get back to work!" Sleep was probably the last thing Harry needed now. Snape shot Harry an extra dirty look before returning to the other students, not forgetting to comment on Neville's failed attempt at fixing a potion.
Snape spent only around five minutes with Harry before leaving to finish marking some homework from his other classes. Luckily for Harry, or unlucky perhaps, Snape's class was on the other side of the school, giving Harry at least twenty minutes alone. 'Don't fall asleep...' he thought to himself, but his body had other things in mind. Slowly, the class became darker and darker, until Harry's eyes were completely shut...
"One, two, Freddy's coming for you..." No... "Three, four, better lock your door." He hadn't... "Five, six, grab your crucifix." Fallen... "Seven, eight, gonna' stay up late." Asleep... "Nine, ten, never sleep again..." The three little girls faces started to melt in to grotesque puddles of black liquid, and slowly seeped in to nothingness. Then, the jumprope began to twist violently, and grow in to...a huge Basalisk snake. But this was no ordinary Basalisk. It's face was scarred and ravaged, and it's fangs were disgustinly crooked and yellow. Piercing green eyes stared back in to Harry's. Freddy laughed, his gravelly voice rattling with hate. "I told ya' you had to sleep some time! And look were you are now...Aaaahahahahaaa!" Snake-Freddy lunged at Harry, and one of his jagged, foul teeth bit deep in to Harry's left leg. "Aargh!" Harry clutched his leg, watching as a steady river of blood slipped down his trousers. Reaching for his wand, Harry shouted in to Freddy's face, "avada-kadavra!" Nothing. Freddy grinned. "Uh-uh...you didn't say the magic word!!!" Freddy reached back and prepared to bite down in to Harry's neck.
Thousands of miles away, in a small suburban town named Springwood, Alice Johnson awoke with a start.
George Smillie
"Life is pleasent. Death is peaceful. Its the transition between the two
that is troublesome." - Isaac Asimov
Freddy jerked his knives in to Euan's eyes, blinding the child but only fueling his screams. The body collapsed to the floor in a writhing, bleeding mass. Harry rushed towards Euan but stopped when he realised something terrifying. Euan's screams were morphing. Become lighter and higher. In fact, they were becoming...laughter. Euan looked up with his non- seeing eyes and peered towards Harry. Freddy laughed to, and looked at him with a foul grin. "You've got to sleep sometime!" The long, violent laughter screamed in Harry's ears as Freddy raised his razor glove to strike Harry!
Harry awoke in a cold sweat, sitting up off the matress. Dreaming again. He sighed deeply. This was not good. It had been a week since the death of the third year Euan Abercromebie, and ever since the ordeal, Harry had not had a full nights sleep. The boy had been haunting his dreams, along with that awful scarred man. Harry wiped his forehead, and lay back down on to the mattress. He knew he would not sleep again tonight. Images of Euan lying in the Great Hall, bleeding to death swam around Harry's head, as did the face of the creature who Harry was certain was responsible. He knew it was crazy, and he knew there was no proof, but the whole twisted idea was stuck in his head. Harry thought about the murderer. What was the name? Freddy? But he had yet to learn the second name.
The next morning, Harry sat with Ron and Hermione as usual. There was still an unnatural quietness over the hall. There had been ever since Euan's death. Teachers who were usually so much more pleasent towards them had become colder, as if they were aware of an abnormal presence every time a student entered a class. Ron leaned across to Harry and waved a hand in front of him. "Are you alright Harry? You look knackered." Ron grinned. "Try some of the bacon, its surprisingly good this morning." Harry faked a smile. "Harry, there is something wrong isn't there?" Whispered Hermione, so that only Ron and Harry could here. "You've been acting weird all morning. What is it?" Harry shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his face showing no expression, but his eyes betraying him. "Alright. Come up to the library after breakfast and i'll tell you everything."
"So what? You've had a couple of bad dreams is all," Hermione said. They had been sitting in a corner of the library that was mostly unused, except for the occasional passerby looking for a book on 'How To Use Your Pets Against Your Enemy.' Harry had explained all about Krueger, and how he was certain that there was a connection with the man and Euan's death. "Besides Harry, its perfectly natural. When someone your close to...passes on, your automatically going to feel like this. I know that i've never had Euan out of my mind since that evening." Hermione paused, then continued. "Anyway, do we have to talk about this now?" "Yeah Harry, we've got Snape next. He makes me sick enough by himself without having to think about this Freddy guy." Ron laughed, attempting to put a bright face on the situation.
"O.K., lets go. But i'm telling you, somethings wrong around here." Ron's jaw opened in mock horror. "Something wrong happens around here every year."
Harry shifted uncomfortably in the seat, as Snape's long, drawn out voice echoed around the dark chamber, lit with charmed candles, which would strike back if a student decided to be clever and blow one out. Every few moments, Harry's eyes would close, but luckily Snape's snappy, crisp voice would wake him right back up again. His lost sleep was starting to catch up with him. He was seated in between Neville and Ron, with Hermione behind him. Once again, his eyelids slid cautiously down, before a loud snapping sound erupted on his desk, forcing them open. Snape stood before him, his face red with barely controlled anger. "POTTER! How DARE you think you can get away with sleeping in my class!? You can get all the sleep you want in afterschool detention, midnight in my office! Get back to work!" Sleep was probably the last thing Harry needed now. Snape shot Harry an extra dirty look before returning to the other students, not forgetting to comment on Neville's failed attempt at fixing a potion.
Snape spent only around five minutes with Harry before leaving to finish marking some homework from his other classes. Luckily for Harry, or unlucky perhaps, Snape's class was on the other side of the school, giving Harry at least twenty minutes alone. 'Don't fall asleep...' he thought to himself, but his body had other things in mind. Slowly, the class became darker and darker, until Harry's eyes were completely shut...
"One, two, Freddy's coming for you..." No... "Three, four, better lock your door." He hadn't... "Five, six, grab your crucifix." Fallen... "Seven, eight, gonna' stay up late." Asleep... "Nine, ten, never sleep again..." The three little girls faces started to melt in to grotesque puddles of black liquid, and slowly seeped in to nothingness. Then, the jumprope began to twist violently, and grow in to...a huge Basalisk snake. But this was no ordinary Basalisk. It's face was scarred and ravaged, and it's fangs were disgustinly crooked and yellow. Piercing green eyes stared back in to Harry's. Freddy laughed, his gravelly voice rattling with hate. "I told ya' you had to sleep some time! And look were you are now...Aaaahahahahaaa!" Snake-Freddy lunged at Harry, and one of his jagged, foul teeth bit deep in to Harry's left leg. "Aargh!" Harry clutched his leg, watching as a steady river of blood slipped down his trousers. Reaching for his wand, Harry shouted in to Freddy's face, "avada-kadavra!" Nothing. Freddy grinned. "Uh-uh...you didn't say the magic word!!!" Freddy reached back and prepared to bite down in to Harry's neck.
Thousands of miles away, in a small suburban town named Springwood, Alice Johnson awoke with a start.