CHAPTER FOUR
"Hey Gin!"
Ginny's best friend (in Gryffindor, that is), Colin Creevey, is indeed not popular, but at least he's not gay. (In this fic, he'll not be gay. Sorry peeps).
"You forgot your book"
Ginny took the book. She learned to control her sadness for her brother, Ron. He didn't deserve to die like that. Filch didn't had to express his hatred toward students, finally slaying one.
"Hey Colin! Thanks!" said Ginny quickly. Harry was walking by with that weird look in his eyes again. Ginny and Colin snuck out of the room.
Harry, however, was plotting his attack. He decided that killing Colin may be necessary, which only made this plan more exciting. Another double homicide! Harry wondered if he'd ever catch who had sent Hedwig that fateful night. He decided that he didn't care now, and that killing was too much fun for a reason. He cackled insanely, which by now, was a normal occurrence. He was the only person in the dormitory. People were learning.
That night, Harry sat in the common room, hiding behind and chair and grinning as Ginny and Colin walked into the room together. Ginny sat down and Colin started jabbering to her. She nodded at random times, her eyes always sad. You'll join your brother soon enough. Harry thought, as he stood up, surprising Ginny and Colin, he jumped towards them laughing and smiling. He popped out his knife and stabbed Ginny through the head, the blade going through it and into Colin's. It didn't go in his head enough but he stalled just long enough for Harry to rip out his spinal cord with a shovel. Using the spine as a cane, he towed the corpses and threw them in the fire. He poked at them for a while, and then threw in the spine. He laughed all the way to his bed, thinking about the bodies, shriveled and burned, lying in the fireplace. This image put him to sleep.
"Hey Gin!"
Ginny's best friend (in Gryffindor, that is), Colin Creevey, is indeed not popular, but at least he's not gay. (In this fic, he'll not be gay. Sorry peeps).
"You forgot your book"
Ginny took the book. She learned to control her sadness for her brother, Ron. He didn't deserve to die like that. Filch didn't had to express his hatred toward students, finally slaying one.
"Hey Colin! Thanks!" said Ginny quickly. Harry was walking by with that weird look in his eyes again. Ginny and Colin snuck out of the room.
Harry, however, was plotting his attack. He decided that killing Colin may be necessary, which only made this plan more exciting. Another double homicide! Harry wondered if he'd ever catch who had sent Hedwig that fateful night. He decided that he didn't care now, and that killing was too much fun for a reason. He cackled insanely, which by now, was a normal occurrence. He was the only person in the dormitory. People were learning.
That night, Harry sat in the common room, hiding behind and chair and grinning as Ginny and Colin walked into the room together. Ginny sat down and Colin started jabbering to her. She nodded at random times, her eyes always sad. You'll join your brother soon enough. Harry thought, as he stood up, surprising Ginny and Colin, he jumped towards them laughing and smiling. He popped out his knife and stabbed Ginny through the head, the blade going through it and into Colin's. It didn't go in his head enough but he stalled just long enough for Harry to rip out his spinal cord with a shovel. Using the spine as a cane, he towed the corpses and threw them in the fire. He poked at them for a while, and then threw in the spine. He laughed all the way to his bed, thinking about the bodies, shriveled and burned, lying in the fireplace. This image put him to sleep.