The Curse of Abel Frye

By, Smeagol's Girl

(This is a Harry Potter/Hangman's Curse crossover. I have to do a little tampering around with things to get this to work, so bear with me. I, obviously, own nothing. All Harry Potter Characters belong to JK Rowling, and the unfamiliar characters belong to Frank Peretti. Rated PG for brief language, drug references, and some violence. Like Father Like Daughter? is already finished, it's just taking its time being posted because its going through the final editing stages. Read that one too. People seem to like it for some reason.)

The rain was pouring on the quidditch players as they struggled to score points and stay on their slippery brooms at the same time. Harry, who had just waterproofed his glasses, squinted in the fog, trying to see any trace of the golden snitch.

His eyes strayed to the stands and narrowed suspiciously. Malfoy and his gang were watching Ginny Weasley awfully close, almost as though they were expecting something to happen. Malfoy had been thrown off the quidditch team for causing one too many fights with other players, or they caused the fights with him was more like it. Lately Malfoy, since the beginning of the year, had been drained of any want to start fights. Harry could only guess it had something to do with his father in Azkaban. But all those years of tormenting people weren't paying off, and most students weren't about to let him off so easily. This was the first year that Harry actually found himself feeling a little pity for Malfoy.

There was a whisk of wind beside him, and he found Pansy Parkinson, the new seeker, was in front of him, glaring at him menacingly. She had changed dramatically over the summer. She'd lost a lot of weight, and her pug face had slimmed down into more of what he thought looked like a cat face with slitted eyes, and a narrow face. Her black gloved hands wrapped tighter around the broom and she sneered at Harry.

"Your girlfriend down there, I'd watch my back if I were her," she spat. Harry cringed.

"I wouldn't be so obvious if I were you, Parkinson," he growled. "People know things about you and your group. We'll get you all expelled if you don't stop." She smirked.

"Whoever said it was me?" she asked. And then sped off, extending a hand out in front of her. Harry caught a small glimpse of the snitch just inches away from her fingers, and he took off, soon catching up.

They rammed into each other, trying to knock each other off until it turned into a two man mosh pit between them.

Pansy lost her grip for a brief moment and slid over the edge of her broom, clinging on to the stick with one hand. Harry immediately took advantage of this and made a grab for the snitch, just catching it. The game was over and they won.

As he landed he noticed Malfoy and his group had left. Something wasn't right.

Harry waited outside of the locker room for Ginny to come out. When she did arrive she was a little sweaty, but had a smile still on her face from their victory.

"That was a good catch, Harry," she said as he put his arm around her and began to walk off with him.

"You did good too," he said with a grin. "Pansy seemed very mad at you for some reason."

"She should be," said Ginny in a bragging tone.

"What did you do to her?"

"I dumped a bucket of bleach all over her favorite black sweater. It's completely ruined." She laughed, but Harry couldn't even grin at that. He usually loved hearing these stories, but the way Malfoy and his group had been eyeballing Ginny during the game was still bothering him. "Harry, what's the matter with you?"

"Nothing," he muttered. "I don't find it very funny is all." She raised an eyebrow but decided to drop it.

As they approached the school doors, she stopped and pointed to the bushes. "Look who it is," she muttered. Harry glanced up and saw Malfoy's head pop up, watching Ginny intently. "What are you-"she began to call, but then stopped an placed a hand on her stomach.

"Ginny?" asked Harry. Ginny's eyes widened and she looked around, starting to gasp in a panicking way and soon fell on her knees, grabbing at her head.

"NO!!!" she screamed. "NO! Go away!"

"Ginny!" shouted Harry.

"ABEL FRYE!" she screamed, and then fell on her back writhing around as if in pain. "ABEL FRYE!" she shouted again. Students came running from every direction, and eventually Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey were there.

"I think Abel's got her," said one voice. There were mutters throughout the crowd, and Harry looked up to see that Malfoy had, conveniently, disappeared. Ginny was rushed to St. Mungos, making herself the third victim of these attacks.