A/N: I know I said that I wouldn't write anymore today, but I couldn't leave the story the way I did, so without further ado, here's chapter three!!
Disclaimer: Leave me alone and let me drown in my misery because I don't own Harry Potter and Boy Meets World.
Chapter 3
"It's McGonnagall!" Harry said, with the air of someone who had come to the conclusion that the moon was in fact made of cheese. Renee, however, quickly put a damper on this theory.
"There's blood on the blackboard, Harry! I don't think its because he ran out of chalk!" She insisted.
"No, it's fake, it's all fake. Mcgonnagall's pulling some elaborate hoax" he explained.
"Why?" Seamus asked.
"Well, why does Mcgonnagall do anything? To teach us something" Ron answered.
"What's she trying to teach us?" Hermione asked, turning to face him as she spoke.
"To pay attention or we die" he replied simply.
"Oh, you're nuts" she said, putting another damper on another theory the boys had so easily "thunk up".
"Hey, stop attacking me, okay? You've given up your right to attack me!" Ron complained.
"This doesn't make any sense" Renee said, who was frankly scared to death and looking for some quick answers.
"It does if you've seen as many horror films as I have" Harry said, suprising them all. "What? The Dursleys did go out once in awhile. And when they did, I honestly didn't care what was on as long as I got to watch something on their TV without them knowing" He explained while they all stared at him.
"Anyway" he continued. "This is classic. The locked door. The scary Filch. The bloody warning, and our soon-to-be first victim" Harry finished, pointing at Seamus when he said the last bit about the last victim.
"Me? Why me?" Seamus said, looking awfully confused. Ron helped clear him up.
"Well, Seamus you certainly don't think its going to be one of us!" Ron told him while the rest of the cracked up. But their laughter was silenced bumping noise.
"All right, you're the horror film expert, what's that?!" Renee asked Harry, while standing on a desk. Harry slowly backed away from the door.
"That's the sound of our beating hearts, it signifies our heightened fear that something horrible is about to walk through that door right now!" Harry said, and the door opened to reveal FRED AND GEORGE!!!
"Hi-dee-ho" Fred said as the door swung open. George gave him a weird look that told everyone to fear for his sanity. Fred had a quaffle in his arms. They walked into the classroom.
"Who bled on the blackboard?" George asked as Fred repeatedly pretended to catch the quaffle, parting wherever he walked like Moses parted the water in Egypt.
"What're you guys doing here?" Harry aske them.
"George and I had the hankering for some flying; missed the smell of that Hogwarts locker rooms, you know?" Fred told them as George went over to investigate the blood.
"Hey, did you guys see McGonnagall out there?" Ron aske the pair of them.
"Nope, not a soul. Actually it was kind of creepy" George told them.
"Why creepy? Why was it creepy? Why'd you creepy? Why creepy?" Hermione asked, now showing how scared she really was.
"Um, I think it had something to do with Filch" George said.
"I knew it!" Harry told them.
"See, when we were finished flying, we went in the locker room to change, and there he was pushing the squeaky bin, and emptying the wastebaskets" George finished.
"Well, that's not so creepy" Hermione said, turning to Ron as though to offer some consolation to him if he was still scared.
"Oh yeah, and there was blood coming out of the showers" Fred said, who was always happy to offer some kind of danger to someone relieved. Hermione gasped.
"Hey Fred, how was the pressure?" Ron asked his brother, while Hermione gave them both a disgusted look.
"Oh it was really great. I had all this soap in my hair...got it all out!" Fred told him. Harry felt it was time to bring this conversation back onto a planet they all recognized.
"Blood in the showers? This is straight out of that horror film classic, "Blood in the Showers!" No, this isn't the work of Filch. This is the work of a diabolical master villain!" Harry said triumphantly.
"McGonnagall?" Ron asked.
"Absolutely McGonnagall. I just feel so bad that Seamus has to be the first one to die."
"I really wish you'd stop saying that" Seamus told Harry.
"So what do you think McGonnagall's trying to do?" George asked Harry, but Ron answered for him.
"I think she knows we're too old for detention to scare us, so she's turned the entire school into a house of horror."
"Healer Mcgonnagalls' House of Terror!" Renee said, looking terrified.
"This doesn't scare me, nothing scares me! And Hermione doesn't belong to your best friend Ron anymore, and if I wanna borrow a pencil from her I will, and what're you gonna do about it?" Seamus declared.
There was a sudden power failure, or, the lights were turned out, because some creep in a mask that nobody saw turned them off. Everybody screamed. When the lights did turn back on, George was holding Fred-and his quaffle-in his arms.
"You put on a little weight since the last time you were scared?" He asked Fred intrestedly.
"Yeah, a little bit" Fred answered back. Renee screamed again. Harry walked over to her.
"No, no, no. You scream when the lights go off. You scream when the lights go on, it takes away from the first scream." She screamed, yet again, and louder and longer this time while pointing ahead.
"Now you're just being loud" He told her, as everyone looked around to where she was pointing. Everyone gave a horrified gasp. Seamus was dead-he had been ironically struck in the forehead with Hermione's big pencil. Ron, who was always a little slow anyway, and was either never told not to go near a corpse, or just was told and forgot about it afterward, walked up to Seamus while everyone else had backed a good 20 feet away, and pointed at him as Seamus began to slide down the wall, marking a line from the pencil the way down.
"We'll always remember he was that tall" Ron told them, pointing to where the mark had began.
"Oh my god, they killed Seamus. You-" Fred stated while the rest of them ran out into the hall.
A/N: Okay, hoped everyone liked that one. Tell me what you thought.
Disclaimer: Leave me alone and let me drown in my misery because I don't own Harry Potter and Boy Meets World.
Chapter 3
"It's McGonnagall!" Harry said, with the air of someone who had come to the conclusion that the moon was in fact made of cheese. Renee, however, quickly put a damper on this theory.
"There's blood on the blackboard, Harry! I don't think its because he ran out of chalk!" She insisted.
"No, it's fake, it's all fake. Mcgonnagall's pulling some elaborate hoax" he explained.
"Why?" Seamus asked.
"Well, why does Mcgonnagall do anything? To teach us something" Ron answered.
"What's she trying to teach us?" Hermione asked, turning to face him as she spoke.
"To pay attention or we die" he replied simply.
"Oh, you're nuts" she said, putting another damper on another theory the boys had so easily "thunk up".
"Hey, stop attacking me, okay? You've given up your right to attack me!" Ron complained.
"This doesn't make any sense" Renee said, who was frankly scared to death and looking for some quick answers.
"It does if you've seen as many horror films as I have" Harry said, suprising them all. "What? The Dursleys did go out once in awhile. And when they did, I honestly didn't care what was on as long as I got to watch something on their TV without them knowing" He explained while they all stared at him.
"Anyway" he continued. "This is classic. The locked door. The scary Filch. The bloody warning, and our soon-to-be first victim" Harry finished, pointing at Seamus when he said the last bit about the last victim.
"Me? Why me?" Seamus said, looking awfully confused. Ron helped clear him up.
"Well, Seamus you certainly don't think its going to be one of us!" Ron told him while the rest of the cracked up. But their laughter was silenced bumping noise.
"All right, you're the horror film expert, what's that?!" Renee asked Harry, while standing on a desk. Harry slowly backed away from the door.
"That's the sound of our beating hearts, it signifies our heightened fear that something horrible is about to walk through that door right now!" Harry said, and the door opened to reveal FRED AND GEORGE!!!
"Hi-dee-ho" Fred said as the door swung open. George gave him a weird look that told everyone to fear for his sanity. Fred had a quaffle in his arms. They walked into the classroom.
"Who bled on the blackboard?" George asked as Fred repeatedly pretended to catch the quaffle, parting wherever he walked like Moses parted the water in Egypt.
"What're you guys doing here?" Harry aske them.
"George and I had the hankering for some flying; missed the smell of that Hogwarts locker rooms, you know?" Fred told them as George went over to investigate the blood.
"Hey, did you guys see McGonnagall out there?" Ron aske the pair of them.
"Nope, not a soul. Actually it was kind of creepy" George told them.
"Why creepy? Why was it creepy? Why'd you creepy? Why creepy?" Hermione asked, now showing how scared she really was.
"Um, I think it had something to do with Filch" George said.
"I knew it!" Harry told them.
"See, when we were finished flying, we went in the locker room to change, and there he was pushing the squeaky bin, and emptying the wastebaskets" George finished.
"Well, that's not so creepy" Hermione said, turning to Ron as though to offer some consolation to him if he was still scared.
"Oh yeah, and there was blood coming out of the showers" Fred said, who was always happy to offer some kind of danger to someone relieved. Hermione gasped.
"Hey Fred, how was the pressure?" Ron asked his brother, while Hermione gave them both a disgusted look.
"Oh it was really great. I had all this soap in my hair...got it all out!" Fred told him. Harry felt it was time to bring this conversation back onto a planet they all recognized.
"Blood in the showers? This is straight out of that horror film classic, "Blood in the Showers!" No, this isn't the work of Filch. This is the work of a diabolical master villain!" Harry said triumphantly.
"McGonnagall?" Ron asked.
"Absolutely McGonnagall. I just feel so bad that Seamus has to be the first one to die."
"I really wish you'd stop saying that" Seamus told Harry.
"So what do you think McGonnagall's trying to do?" George asked Harry, but Ron answered for him.
"I think she knows we're too old for detention to scare us, so she's turned the entire school into a house of horror."
"Healer Mcgonnagalls' House of Terror!" Renee said, looking terrified.
"This doesn't scare me, nothing scares me! And Hermione doesn't belong to your best friend Ron anymore, and if I wanna borrow a pencil from her I will, and what're you gonna do about it?" Seamus declared.
There was a sudden power failure, or, the lights were turned out, because some creep in a mask that nobody saw turned them off. Everybody screamed. When the lights did turn back on, George was holding Fred-and his quaffle-in his arms.
"You put on a little weight since the last time you were scared?" He asked Fred intrestedly.
"Yeah, a little bit" Fred answered back. Renee screamed again. Harry walked over to her.
"No, no, no. You scream when the lights go off. You scream when the lights go on, it takes away from the first scream." She screamed, yet again, and louder and longer this time while pointing ahead.
"Now you're just being loud" He told her, as everyone looked around to where she was pointing. Everyone gave a horrified gasp. Seamus was dead-he had been ironically struck in the forehead with Hermione's big pencil. Ron, who was always a little slow anyway, and was either never told not to go near a corpse, or just was told and forgot about it afterward, walked up to Seamus while everyone else had backed a good 20 feet away, and pointed at him as Seamus began to slide down the wall, marking a line from the pencil the way down.
"We'll always remember he was that tall" Ron told them, pointing to where the mark had began.
"Oh my god, they killed Seamus. You-" Fred stated while the rest of them ran out into the hall.
A/N: Okay, hoped everyone liked that one. Tell me what you thought.