A/N: Now all the previous questions will be answered (although everyone already knew the answers)! So continues Detention With McGonnagall with its 7th chapter! And just so everyone knows, so they can stop asking, I saw this episode of Boy Meets World and liked it so much I found out when it would be on again, I taped it, and watched it so much I memorized it! My sister and I did, at least. So, that's how this story came to be.

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Chapter 7

The group of paranoid and horrified teens entered the library cautiously. Harry motioned for Hermione and Renee to go ahead of the others. They obliged.

"You know, I don't trust this 'Angelina Johnson' anymore than I can throw her," Hermione told Renee cattily as they passed her.

"I know, we don't know anything about her, do we?" Renee agreed. They turned down an aisle of books.

"When did this school get a library?" Fred asked George, still sucking his thumbs.

"Every day's a new adventure, huh?" George asked him. Fred nodded in agreement. They also turned down a row of books. Ron and Angelina walk down the row next to Fred and George.

"I don't understand why anyone would want to do this to us. I mean, we're good kids. Why? For what reason?" Ron asked Angelina, turning toward her. Hermione walked by the two rows and watched the conversation closely.

"Hey, we're all scared, but you know what? We're going to get out of this," she told him as she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. He smiled at her gratefully and she turned and kept walking. Suddenly, the creepy, strange, shrouded figure knocked a pile of books off the shelf and they fall on Angelina. She screams as the books hit her and immediately falls to the ground, the books on top of her. Fred looks out to see what happened and is distraught by the sight before him.

"Angelina! I'll save you! Oh!" He runs to her side and puts her head in his lap.

"Fred, I caught a glimpse of the killer just before the books hit me—" Angelina told him weakly. Fred interrupted her.

"Save your breath, Angelina. There'll be plenty of time for that later," He ordered. She looked at him.

"Fred, I'm dying!" she told him, repulsed.

"Oh, right. Then you should probably tell me now!" he contradicted.

"The killer is—" Angelina started, but never finished because another pile of books fell off the shelf and hit Fred and Angelina, killing them both. The others came to investigate. George spoke first.

"Fred! Angelina! Fred! Oh, he was my brother, my roommate! I didn't really know her," he said, pointing to Angelina at his last comment. "He payed half the rent! Now I can't afford to live in my apartment anymore! If I can't afford to live in my apartment anymore, then I don't wanna live!" he decided, running to the window and jerking it open. Renee followed him.

"Wait! You don't even live an apartment, George! You still live at home! You don't have to pay a rent!" she told him. Comprehension and remembrance dawned on George.

"Oh yeah! Let's go back inside then. Thanks!" he told Renee. She nodded. But before they could go back inside, the killer came by and pushed them both outside the window. Their screams were heard and Harry, Ron and Hermione came to see what happened. Harry recovered first at seeing the face of the killer.

"Ok, I know I was wrong before, but I really, really think this guy's the killer!" he said, pointing at the creepy, black-caped, Scream-mask- wearing guy. Ron stepped up to him.

"Why are you doing this to us?" he asked. The killer looked at him, then took his right hand and Hermione's left hand, and placed them together. Harry stepped up to him next, as Ron stepped back, and pulled off the killers' mask. His face looked back at him.

"Harry?" Ron asked him, as though in disbelief of the sight before him. Harry kept looking at himself, then the image faded away.

"Harry?" Ron asked. Harry looked around quickly. Then he looked questioningly at Ron.

"You fell asleep. McGonnagall's looking at you like she's going to kill you!" he told Harry, grinning at the thought. Harry glanced up at McGonnagalls' desk. Sure enough, McGonnagall was sitting up at it, strumming her fingers on her desk, and giving him a look even Snape couldn't compete with. Harry was startled at this statement.

"No! She's not the killer, I am!" he said, horrified.

"What?!" Ron said, looking pretty much as he always does, completely bewildered. Harry ignored him. He had already started moving up towards McGonnagall's desk.

"Professor, you can let everyone else go. It's my fault we're in here, not theirs," he told her as he approached her desk.

"Well, how do you figure that?" she asked him.

"Well, Ron and Hermione aren't together anymore—" he started, and McGonnagall interrupted him.

"Yes, I know. I too read the Daily Prophet cover-to-cover, Mr. Potter," she told him, smiling slightly.

"And I guess I've been taking it pretty hard. And I'm sorry I disrupted the class and killed everyone, but I think I know why I did it," he said.

"Well, then pray tell," McGonnagall said. Harry turned to Ron and Hermione, who were sitting on opposite sides of each other, and looked at each of them in turn.

"You guys have been together since before you even got together. And if you're not, then I guess I feel like there's nothing I can depend on. And it really hurts that there's nothing I can do to fix it," he said. Hermione looked at him sympathetically.

"Harry, this isn't your fault," she told him quietly.

"What?" Harry asked, looking doubtful. Ron got up from across the room.

"Harry, you're not responsible for this," Ron said. Harry looked around at McGonnagall.

"Something bad happened, Mr. Potter, and for the very first time, you're not responsible," McGonnagall told him.

"Then how come I feel so bad?" He asked her.

"Oh, because you're a troubled young man. I recognize that from the movie, 'A Troubled Young Man,'" she said. "You may all go. Its obvious you've been punished enough. Everyone leaves. McGonnagall packs up, blows out the candles of the room, and shuts the door. As soon as he leaves, the shrouded black figure crawls out from behind an unused desk in the back and leaves the room.

DUN-DUN-DUN!!!

A/N: One more chapter then its over! Review, please!