Insanity: A girl's Best friend.
Summary: It's 6th Year and Draco's gone crazy. His father is in Azkaban, his Mother's just mopes around the house, he's got voices in his head and soon everyone becomes a victim to "The Slasher." Draco's great-great-great- great grandmother has come back as a ghost from centuries ago, but who is really doing the killing, Draco or his grandmother?
Disclaimer: See previous chapter.
A/N: I would like to point out to "Unregistered Person" that you could burn a witch or wizard, as they wouldn't be able to perform the flame-freezing charm without a wand, duh! Also, please do not post the same review twice, its rather annoying.
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Chapter Two: Weasel.
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Draco leant against the wall and ran a hand through his hair. Immie leant next to him, gazing at the ceiling, mildly amused.
"Did you see Potter's face?" Draco asked, grinning.
Immie chuckled, "Crying like his great-grandfather."
Draco raised an eyebrow, "Was he the one who...?" Draco glanced at her robe hem.
Immie nodded, not looking down, her face screwed up in anger. "The stupid git, thought he could get rid of me, but his decendants will pay."
"Yes, Potter will pay," Draco said, lying down on his bed.
The door of the dorm swung open. Draco lifted his head as Immie disappeared and Blaise walked in.
"Draco, what are you doing?"
"Lying down," Draco said, dully stating the obvious.
Draco smirked mentally at how oblivious Blaise was that someone else had just been in the room.
"Snape's having a house meeting in the common room," Blaise told him.
Draco sighed and stepped off the bed. Amazing, you kill one Gryffindor and the whole castle is turned upside-down.
Blaise exited the room, Draco behind him.
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Snape glared at them all and pinned a piece of paper to the wall.
"This is the latest prefect scedule, teachers will be accompaning all prefects on watch, due to the recent accidents..."
Snape was cut off by multiple girls trying to talk at the same time.
"Why did this happen...?"
"Shouldn't we be sent home?"
"We're the most important house, we'll be next..."
"SILENCE!!" Snape shouted angrily. "Dumbledore is doing the best he can. No, you will not be sent home. We don't know why this has happened. And this meeting is over."
With that, Snape turned on his heel and left the room, ignoring further questions from his Slytherin students.
Blaise looked at Draco, Draco raised an eyebrow.
"That man has issues," Draco said, before walking out of the common room also.
"Immie," Draco whispered as he entered a dungeon and closed the door behind himself.
His grandmother appeared in front of him.
"What's wrong baby?" She asked, brushing a hand through his ungelled hair. "You seem restless."
"I need to do something, there should be another attack."
"Don't you think it's too soon?"
Draco narrowed his eyes at her. "No, Potter needs to pay, let's get him now!"
"No!" Immie said firmly. "Not yet, let's torture him futher."
Draco folded his arms over his chest as Immie paced the room, thinking.
"Who will he miss next?"
"Weasel," Draco spat.
"Weasel?" Immie asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Weasley."
"There are still Weasley's, I thought they would have died out by now."
"With the ammount of kids they have, no chance."
"So how is Weasley connected to Potter?"
"It's his best friend," Draco told her, smirking evilly.
"Perfect," Immie said, rubbing her hands together. "Let's plan it."
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Wouldn't it be great to be evil? Just joking.
Sorry this is so maddeningly short, I've been rather sidetracked while typing it.
Review and tell me if I got around Immie enough, I still think she's flawed.
See you next chapter,
-Love C.J, xox.
Summary: It's 6th Year and Draco's gone crazy. His father is in Azkaban, his Mother's just mopes around the house, he's got voices in his head and soon everyone becomes a victim to "The Slasher." Draco's great-great-great- great grandmother has come back as a ghost from centuries ago, but who is really doing the killing, Draco or his grandmother?
Disclaimer: See previous chapter.
A/N: I would like to point out to "Unregistered Person" that you could burn a witch or wizard, as they wouldn't be able to perform the flame-freezing charm without a wand, duh! Also, please do not post the same review twice, its rather annoying.
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Chapter Two: Weasel.
-=-=-
Draco leant against the wall and ran a hand through his hair. Immie leant next to him, gazing at the ceiling, mildly amused.
"Did you see Potter's face?" Draco asked, grinning.
Immie chuckled, "Crying like his great-grandfather."
Draco raised an eyebrow, "Was he the one who...?" Draco glanced at her robe hem.
Immie nodded, not looking down, her face screwed up in anger. "The stupid git, thought he could get rid of me, but his decendants will pay."
"Yes, Potter will pay," Draco said, lying down on his bed.
The door of the dorm swung open. Draco lifted his head as Immie disappeared and Blaise walked in.
"Draco, what are you doing?"
"Lying down," Draco said, dully stating the obvious.
Draco smirked mentally at how oblivious Blaise was that someone else had just been in the room.
"Snape's having a house meeting in the common room," Blaise told him.
Draco sighed and stepped off the bed. Amazing, you kill one Gryffindor and the whole castle is turned upside-down.
Blaise exited the room, Draco behind him.
-=-=-=-
Snape glared at them all and pinned a piece of paper to the wall.
"This is the latest prefect scedule, teachers will be accompaning all prefects on watch, due to the recent accidents..."
Snape was cut off by multiple girls trying to talk at the same time.
"Why did this happen...?"
"Shouldn't we be sent home?"
"We're the most important house, we'll be next..."
"SILENCE!!" Snape shouted angrily. "Dumbledore is doing the best he can. No, you will not be sent home. We don't know why this has happened. And this meeting is over."
With that, Snape turned on his heel and left the room, ignoring further questions from his Slytherin students.
Blaise looked at Draco, Draco raised an eyebrow.
"That man has issues," Draco said, before walking out of the common room also.
"Immie," Draco whispered as he entered a dungeon and closed the door behind himself.
His grandmother appeared in front of him.
"What's wrong baby?" She asked, brushing a hand through his ungelled hair. "You seem restless."
"I need to do something, there should be another attack."
"Don't you think it's too soon?"
Draco narrowed his eyes at her. "No, Potter needs to pay, let's get him now!"
"No!" Immie said firmly. "Not yet, let's torture him futher."
Draco folded his arms over his chest as Immie paced the room, thinking.
"Who will he miss next?"
"Weasel," Draco spat.
"Weasel?" Immie asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Weasley."
"There are still Weasley's, I thought they would have died out by now."
"With the ammount of kids they have, no chance."
"So how is Weasley connected to Potter?"
"It's his best friend," Draco told her, smirking evilly.
"Perfect," Immie said, rubbing her hands together. "Let's plan it."
-=-=-=-
Wouldn't it be great to be evil? Just joking.
Sorry this is so maddeningly short, I've been rather sidetracked while typing it.
Review and tell me if I got around Immie enough, I still think she's flawed.
See you next chapter,
-Love C.J, xox.