"I am sad to announce that our own Dean Thomas from Gryffindor is had died." Said Dumbledore gravely as the few students and staff stood at the edge of the black lake. They all stared out solemnly and some of them cried. Hermione Granger snuggled up to Harry and sniffled," He was such a joker; it'll never be the same anymore, Harry.

"I know 'Mione, I know." Hushed Harry while rubbing her arm comfortingly. He looked over at Ginny who stared hypnotically at the icy waters, not shedding a tear or showing any signs of emotion, Colin wrapped his arm around her waist but she didn't even faze. 'Strange.' He thought still staring; Ginny looked over at Harry and smiled sadly.

Later the seven students gathered in Ginny and Hermione's room, still in their plain black robes. "I'll miss him, he was my mate." Said Neville huddled on the floor.

"Yeah, he was a great bloke and a funny guy to boot." Agreed, Colin nodding reminiscently.

"It won't be the same here without him. I keep expecting him to burst in here and make cheesy jokes about our clothes and Neville over there." Said Ginny melancholy. They all nodded sadly knowing that it'll never happen...again. Dean's jokes and antics are silenced forever.

It was two days after Dean's death and now when people walk past the display case in the Great Hall, his picture and name was added there along with many students and staff that fought bravely in the final battle with Voldemort. The tragedy of Dean was too fresh in their minds, his horrid screams, the sickening splash, panicky flailing and the silent bubbles.

"Wait! What if it wasn't an accident? The only time I've seen this sort of incident is in Harry's first year when Professor Quirell jinxed Harry's broom." Said Hermione, looking around the room nervously and hugging her knees tighter.

"Codswallop! Why would anyone want to hurt Dean? He was nice to everyone!" argued Colin, anger rising.

"Easy, there Creevy," said Neville, "but it's true, who'd want to harm Dean?"

"Someone in the room." Said Ginny quietly.

No one said anything after that remark. They just sat there uneasily observing each other.

The murderer sat in the room among the others and pretended to be unnerving and shifted eyes with the others, the murderer thought amusing, "Bunch of prats, if I were to kill all of them now it'd be impossible, all of them against me, no. Better to wait and take those damn bitches out one by one...

I hope the readers like it so far. WARNING: THERE IS GORE IN THIS STORY.

Please continue on reading as I've worked on this fic for ages.

Of course I don't own Harry Potter. I wish...Mmm lewd thoughts...