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A/N: Friday the 13th and my thirteenth chapter.... I couldn't resist.

Let the anti fluff begin.

You'll know exactly what I mean tomorrow, because then I'll upload the Valentine special, which will be a semi-sequel to this story. Semi-sequel meaning that the story line will continue on this one, but they'll just be a little less dead. For a short while anyway.

At Death's Door

Part 13: Friday the 13th  

Rated: PG 13

Warning: Weird superstitions. (They're described at the bottom) and a tiny bit of gore.

Today was Friday the thirteenth and it was his lucky day. Tomorrow it would be Valentines Day and he had just gotten a date for Hogsmead.

A date with Cho.

He could hardly believe it. After that disaster last year he hadn't dare dream she would ever go out with him again.

Absolutely nothing could go wrong today. ::::Jinx::::

He was walking back to the common room, thinking about his date for the next day, when suddenly he saw something running away from him.

A cat, a black cat to be precise.

He recognized it as the one belonging to Fifi, a small third year Gryffindor. It must have escaped through the portrait hole.

He ran after it to try and capture it, but she was too fast. After ten minutes of running he had finally cornered her. He bended over to pick her up when the tired pet lifted her paw and scratched his face open. He stumbled back with a howl and the cat ran off again. The blood was dripping down his cheek, but he ignored it and was just about to set after the damn cat again, when at that very second Fifi came running past and slapped him in the face, turning his unscratched cheek bright red. "How dare you scare Patricia like that, now I'll never catch her." The girl ran off again, after her cat, and left Harry standing dumbstruck in the corridor.

"Yeah, you're welcome." He muttered sarcastically and backtracked to the common room. Wiping his scratched cheek clean with his hand.

The chase had lead him to the other side of the castle, so the walk back would take him fifteen minutes at the least, but of course that was if he wasn't counting the time it took him to find a way around the stairs.

Every one of them had turned in a way that he couldn't get to the right floor. He had to turn back several times and he was really getting fed up with it. Finally he made it to the right hallway, or so he thought.

"Damn it all to hell." He swore.

He was now in an area that he didn't know at all. He had never been here before, he had never even seen this hallway on the marauder's map before. He quickly turned back, but as he did, he saw that the corridor he had come through before was gone. The walls had to have switched again.

Taking his chances, he walked back regardless and tried one of the doors.

Locked.

He tried another one and another, but the were all locked. Since this was getting him nowhere he decided to just keep walking until he either met someone or he found himself back in familiar surroundings.

Half an hour later he was dragging his feet, but he finally saw an end to the passage. Quickening his pace, he got there after five more minutes of walking.

He tried the door and sighed in relief as it opened.

Suddenly there was a crash behind him and he swirled around, his wand in hand and ready to curse anything that could threaten him.

He almost dropped his wand as a stinging pain cut through his right hand. He put his wand away again as he saw that it had only been a mirror that had fallen of the wall on his right. It had broken and the splinters had been thrown all over the place, including through his hand.

Ignoring his bleeding hand and leaving the mirror broken on the floor, he pulled the door open further and walked through. He almost sighed again, he was back in a familiar hallway and even in Gryffindor territory.

The door closed behind him and as he looked back, he saw it had been hidden behind a portrait of a skeleton. He turned his head back quickly as it waved at him with a bony hand, rattling the knuckles together.

As he walked through the corridor, he looked out one of the windows, just in time to see a flock of crows flying past.

'Two, three, five... No, six crows. Wasn't that bad luck or something?' He thought to himself, but gave it no further thought. He had almost made it to the common room now, then he would finally be able to sit down and have a cool glass of pumpkin juice.

Deep in thought about the strange hallway he had found, one that wasn't even on the map, he didn't notice as he walked under a ladder that was leaning against the wall.

He also didn't even notice Hagrid, who was standing on that same ladder, high above the ground. The half-giant was feeding lumps of salt to the Cornish pixies that had nested inside a hole whole in the wall.

Suddenly one of the younger blue creatures flew out and almost made Hagrid loose his balance. Luckily he was able to remain standing, but the enormous barrel of salt he had been carrying came falling down.

Straight on top of Harry's head, crushing his scull and pulverising his brain.

And with a great bang and a lot of laughing from the pixies, Harry Potter was no more.

Now that was what you would call unlucky.

A few minutes later, while Hagrid had gone to find Pomfrey and the headmaster, Ron and Cho were waiting by the body of their most unfortunate friend.

With tears streaming over his cheeks, Ron leaned over and extended his hand to close Harry's eyelids.

"No, don't touch him." Cho screeched and pulled Ron's hand away. She looked at her deceased date-to-be and burst in tears, again. She couldn't believe she had lost another one. First Cedric and now Harry.

"But..." Ron started, but he stopped when he saw her glare.

She turned back and stared at Harry's green eyes, once bright, they were now dull with death.

Suddenly she gasped, grasped her own eyes with both hands and keeled over, lying unmoving on the floor.

Immediately Ron reached over again and closed Harry's eyes, quickly doing the same with Cho's, as she was now just as death as Harry.

At least he hadn't died alone.

End Part 13.

The superstitions came from www. Corsinet .com/ trivia (remove the spaces) and my own knowledge. :b

A black cat running away from you is bad luck. (Towards you is good luck.)

If a mirror in the house falls and breaks by itself, someone in the house will die soon.

A broken mirror will also bring seven years of bad luck.

When counting a flock of crows, five will mean sickness and six is for death.

Walking under a ladder is bad luck.

If a dead person's eyes are left open he will find someone to take with him. Ahhh, poor Cho. :::Giggles insanely:::

My wonderful reviewers:

Miss-Aurelia: I'm sorry, I really am. I probably won't let him be eaten again, but no promises. :p I could've had someone step on him of course.... I might do that in another fic.... Anyway... but this just fitted together so beautifully. I just found the paragraph you meant with that bone transfiguring thing. I would really love to write a story for you, but I don't know if I can get a whole story out of it, burying him alive in a coffin has so many more possibilities.... but I digress again. I don't think McGonagall is very ooc, she's just very, very angry and she thinks Harry is making a fool of her. And as for Malfoy, he's coming. I'm working on a group of either three or four semi-sequels that I won't post until they're all finished and Draco is going to be in either one or two of them. These parts are going to be much darker and angstier than most other parts, that's why the last few I posted were somewhat humorous. Jeez, these feedbacks to you are getting longer and longer.... Oh well, I always enjoy writing them, until next time.

Who wants to know?: I have no idea how I came up with that, sometimes I'm just reading a fic or working on some of my other stories and an idea will just pop up in my head, very scary. :) Well, I listened to your idea and if you're reading this, then you've just read the result.

 

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