Harry Potter Murder Mystery (I might want a new name, thanks to the
suggestion of Briana Rose.)
By Lauren Hillman
***Please Read This First: The best feeling in the world is that of a writer getting good reviews from people. I cannot express the amount of gratitude towards the people who have reviewed this story. WOW! Thank you so much to Briana Rose, Jenni, Jill, Little Tonto, Violingirl7, IndigoInk1, and the various anonymous people. I cannot say how happy I am with the reactions of you guys. You really have inspired me to do better. Since everyone liked it so much I have decided to do a bonus chapter, so the story doesn't end here! Once again, thank you. Really. –Lauren***
Chapter Seven ~ The Conclusion (or so we think!)
Harry looked around the vast hall. That voice...so familiar, yet it sounded strangely magnified without the hundreds of voices that usually rang throughout the hall during mealtimes.
Finally, his attention caught the figure of a man, with a long white beard, half moon glasses, and robes of deep plum. It was Dumbledore.
Harry looked at him in shock. "It...it can't be," he murmured.
He looked around at his friends (with the exception of Malfoy). They all had similar looks of puzzlement and anger.
Hermione came to her senses first and said, "There must be an explanation for this." She began to walk over to Dumbledore, but Ron stopped her.
"What if it's the murderer?"
"Please! Dumbledore couldn't kill anyone! Especially that boy, or Madam Pince," said Hermione, flabbergasted.
"I always new old Dumbledore had a thing for Pince," said Fred to George in a low voice. Neville suppressed his laughter by shoving a fistful of robes into his mouth. George grinned.
"I don't mean Dumbledore," said Ron. "I mean, what if the murderer used a polyjuice potion?"
His words had a profound effect on Hermione. Her eyes went wide, and she shrank back from Dumbledore, clearly afraid.
As if Dumbledore (or the possibly polyjuice-Dumbledore) could hear their low conversations, he said, "I think it would be a good idea to explain what is going on. Madam Pince, will you please come in?"
Everyone looked around, startled. They had clearly seen Madam Pince dead in the library not too long ago.
A walking, talking, presumably alive Madam Pince came in from the room behind the Staff Table.
"What the?" exclaimed Ron.
"Now, how about you sit down?" suggested Dumbledore. And with a wave of his wand (from which the group shrank back) he conjured ten poufy armchairs from nowhere. The chairs were similar to those he conjured in the courtroom when Harry was being tried by the Wizengamot in his fifth year.
Nobody moved. They just stared, gawking, at Dumbledore. Harry made the first move. He walked closer towards Madam Pince and Dumbledore, but did not sit down. He wanted to be ready to run in case the need arose.
"You do not wish to sit? I expected as much," said Dumbledore, lowering himself into a comfortable looking armchair.
"I am sure you are all wondering what this is all about," he said, looking around at all of them.
He continued, "If you are not yet ready to trust me, as I am sure you're not, I suggest you go outside."
"What are you talking about? You were the one that sent us the note telling us the doors were locked!" yelled Harry in frustration.
"That is true. But did you ever really try opening the doors?" asked Dumbledore calmly.
Harry looked around at the group. They stared back. Harry ran out of the Great Hall, and to the front doors. He considered for a moment, then finally pushed one. It opened just like it always had.
Running back to the hall, he told his friends, "It's open! I don't believe it! Why did you tell us they were locked?" he then asked Dumbledore.
Leaning forward, Dumbledore said, "That is a very good question, a very good question indeed. If you all take a sit I would be more than glad to explain everything to you."
***I know, I know, another cliffhanger. But I wanted to stretch this out to make another chapter, and this seemed like a good place to stop. I know you haven't really learned anything new, but that's the fun of these stories isn't it? ALL WILL BE REVEALED in the final (I promise!) chapter. What do you think will happen? Please review. I would love to hear what you guys think will happen. Best, Lauren***
***Please Read This First: The best feeling in the world is that of a writer getting good reviews from people. I cannot express the amount of gratitude towards the people who have reviewed this story. WOW! Thank you so much to Briana Rose, Jenni, Jill, Little Tonto, Violingirl7, IndigoInk1, and the various anonymous people. I cannot say how happy I am with the reactions of you guys. You really have inspired me to do better. Since everyone liked it so much I have decided to do a bonus chapter, so the story doesn't end here! Once again, thank you. Really. –Lauren***
Chapter Seven ~ The Conclusion (or so we think!)
Harry looked around the vast hall. That voice...so familiar, yet it sounded strangely magnified without the hundreds of voices that usually rang throughout the hall during mealtimes.
Finally, his attention caught the figure of a man, with a long white beard, half moon glasses, and robes of deep plum. It was Dumbledore.
Harry looked at him in shock. "It...it can't be," he murmured.
He looked around at his friends (with the exception of Malfoy). They all had similar looks of puzzlement and anger.
Hermione came to her senses first and said, "There must be an explanation for this." She began to walk over to Dumbledore, but Ron stopped her.
"What if it's the murderer?"
"Please! Dumbledore couldn't kill anyone! Especially that boy, or Madam Pince," said Hermione, flabbergasted.
"I always new old Dumbledore had a thing for Pince," said Fred to George in a low voice. Neville suppressed his laughter by shoving a fistful of robes into his mouth. George grinned.
"I don't mean Dumbledore," said Ron. "I mean, what if the murderer used a polyjuice potion?"
His words had a profound effect on Hermione. Her eyes went wide, and she shrank back from Dumbledore, clearly afraid.
As if Dumbledore (or the possibly polyjuice-Dumbledore) could hear their low conversations, he said, "I think it would be a good idea to explain what is going on. Madam Pince, will you please come in?"
Everyone looked around, startled. They had clearly seen Madam Pince dead in the library not too long ago.
A walking, talking, presumably alive Madam Pince came in from the room behind the Staff Table.
"What the?" exclaimed Ron.
"Now, how about you sit down?" suggested Dumbledore. And with a wave of his wand (from which the group shrank back) he conjured ten poufy armchairs from nowhere. The chairs were similar to those he conjured in the courtroom when Harry was being tried by the Wizengamot in his fifth year.
Nobody moved. They just stared, gawking, at Dumbledore. Harry made the first move. He walked closer towards Madam Pince and Dumbledore, but did not sit down. He wanted to be ready to run in case the need arose.
"You do not wish to sit? I expected as much," said Dumbledore, lowering himself into a comfortable looking armchair.
"I am sure you are all wondering what this is all about," he said, looking around at all of them.
He continued, "If you are not yet ready to trust me, as I am sure you're not, I suggest you go outside."
"What are you talking about? You were the one that sent us the note telling us the doors were locked!" yelled Harry in frustration.
"That is true. But did you ever really try opening the doors?" asked Dumbledore calmly.
Harry looked around at the group. They stared back. Harry ran out of the Great Hall, and to the front doors. He considered for a moment, then finally pushed one. It opened just like it always had.
Running back to the hall, he told his friends, "It's open! I don't believe it! Why did you tell us they were locked?" he then asked Dumbledore.
Leaning forward, Dumbledore said, "That is a very good question, a very good question indeed. If you all take a sit I would be more than glad to explain everything to you."
***I know, I know, another cliffhanger. But I wanted to stretch this out to make another chapter, and this seemed like a good place to stop. I know you haven't really learned anything new, but that's the fun of these stories isn't it? ALL WILL BE REVEALED in the final (I promise!) chapter. What do you think will happen? Please review. I would love to hear what you guys think will happen. Best, Lauren***
