A/N: Tada! Now we shall discover what Fred found (even though we all know already).
Disclaimer: I wish you would stop asking.... It's depressing me.
Chapter 6
"Excuse me." Fred had run into Angelina Johnson, who was also wandering the halls aimlessly. Fred hadn't realized who it was yet.
"Killer! Killer! You're the killer! And I know you're going to tell you aren't the killer because you're beautiful. You think I'm going to believe you but I'm not! This is just like that movie 'Killer, Killer You're the Killer and I Knew You Were Going to tell Me-'" Fred was cut off, and he finally realized who it was.
"I'm not the killer." Angelina told him.
"I believe you." Fred told her, and next thing Angelina knew, she was flattened against the lockers as Fred started making out with her. He moved down to her neck, and she started to explain what she was doing there.
"Um, I live down in the village now and I missed Hogwarts so I came up here to look around and it's seemed so bare and dark, I've been so frightened--you are still very friendly, aren't you?" She told him.
"Friendly enough to keep you safe from the bad, bad, killer man." He told her. They started kissing again. Ron and Harry and the others opened the door to the classroom.
"Nah, she doesn't look like the killing type to me. I am however less sure about Fred," Ron decided.
"Don't assume. Its always the one you think can't be the killer." Harry told him. They walked out of the classroom over to Fred and Angelina.
"You can hang with out us Angelina." Ron said.
"Yeah, as long as we're all together, we'll all be safe." Hermione said, once again, as the voice of reason. Suddenly, the phone rang.
"When did the school get a phone?" Fred asked.
"Dumbledore decided it would help with Muggle relations, and he put an enchantment on it so it would work in the wizarding world." Hermione explained. Harry answered the phone.
"Hello?"
"Do you like scary movies? What's your favorite?" The killer asked.
"Oh, I like that one with the hottie from Party of Five." Harry answered
"Neve Campbell?" Hermione asked.
"Duh." Harry answered. An idea struck Ron.
"Hey, guys, we can use the phone to help us!" He said.
"Yeah, that's a great idea, so when we find out who the killer is we can hit him with this!" Fred grabbed the phone head and disconnected it. Everyone looked at him.
"Dun-dun-dun," he said quietly. The phone rang again.
"Uh, hello? Oh hey. It's the killer," he informed them. "Uh-huh, mh-hm, nuh-huh, oooh, yeah, alrighty, bye-bye. On and on—" He said when he hung up.
"Well, what'd he say? Was he mad?" Ron asked.
"He said what all killers say. Wants to come here. Wants to kill us. Wants us to wait right here." Fred said. They all looked at each other, then ran. Fred ran back, banged on the phone for loose change, and
when none came out, he put the broken phone head back on the hook, and ran off.
A/N: Yay! Fred survived. Where will they hide now? Who will survive the killer's wrath? What will be left of them? Why am I still writing this? Please review....I'll pay you! Not really.