Woohoo, I have more reviews, lol. Okay, first of all than you to hokuspokus who has read both of my stories and has left many reviews! Thank you for your comments and I'm glad you didn't find chapter 3 lame lol.
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Hope everyone enjoys chapter four!
Harry rushed into school the next day. "Oh my god, Hermione, you won't BELIEVE what I found out."
"What?" asked Hermione interestedly. Ron came to listen too.
"Well, the other night, when the killer was chasing me, I noticed he had a hook for a hand."
Hermione gasped. "What does that mean?" she asked.
"Isn't it obvious?" said Harry. "The killer is ... captain hook!"
"What?" asked Hermione and Ron in unison. Harry looked at them blankly.
"Hello, hook in hand. Who else could it be?"
Hermione shrugged. "Maybe the guy off 'I know what you did last summer'?"
"Why hello Potter," a voice interrupted.
Harry turned around and saw Draco standing there with Pansy. His left hand looked perfectly normal, but in place of the other was...a HOOK.
The trio screamed.
"What? I'm just hanging up my robe," Draco said scornfully, revealing the coathanger he had in his hand. They breathed a sigh of relief.
"Lets have a party tonight," Pansy announced. They stared at her weirdly.
"Well, if we don't have a party then how are we going to get into the next scene where there are loads of people who the killer can kill?"
"I see your point," reasoned Ron, and the others nodded.
"Well, I've got to go," said Hermione. "I've got to do excessive amounts of homework and secretly lust after foreign quidditch players."
"I've got to moan about my scar hurting and spend most of my term keeping secrets," said Harry.
"I've got to whine about the troubles of being poor and put up with my best mate being more famous than I ever will be," said Ron.
"I've got to be horrible to Harry because I am secretly hiding the fact that I am jealous of him and insecure with myself," said Draco.
They turned to Pansy. "What are you going to do?" asked Ron.
"Ah, I'm just a filler," she said, "I'm just inserted when nobody else can be used in the scene." They nodded thoughtfully.
The music was deafeningly loud at the party at Pansy's house that night, and it seemed as though the whole of Hogwarts was there. A man in a death eaters costume sidled up to Hermione.
"Do you wanna die tonight?" he asked.
"WHAT?" shouted Hermione.
"Do you wanna die tonight?" he repeated.
"Sorry, I can't hear you the music's too loud!"
"DO YOU WANNA DIE TONIGHT?" he shouted.
"Do I wanna what? Get high? No I don't touch that shit," said Hermione. "Look what it's done to Luna..."
They both turned and saw Luna sprawled over the floor, reading a magazine upside down.
"Ah, she's always like that," said the man in the death eaters costume. Hermione turned to him.
"How do you know?" she asked. He shifted uncomfortably. "And now I think about it, that costume looks awfully familiar," she said. "Did you try and kill me last week?"
He muttered an excuse and left. Hermione shrugged and carried on dancing wildly.
"Hey guys," called Pansy over the music. "I'm going out to the garage where nobody will hear me scream. There's no exit except for a small cat flap that I couldn't possibly get through, so if anybody's thinking of killing me, now would be a good time okay?"
Nobody heard her, and she shrugged and went to the garage anyway. She turned on the light and went to get some bottles of firewhiskey. She turned to leave and saw...
Nobody.
"Hmmm, maybe I'll wait a couple of minutes," she said, slightly dejectedly.
She waited fifteen minutes and still nobody came. She grew irritated and waited for a further fifteen minutes until she finally heard footsteps coming towards her. The door opened and she screamed as she saw...
"Hermione!" exclaimed Pansy, stopping in mid-scream. "You're not meant to be down here, I'm meant to be alone and vulnerable!"
"Oh," said Hermione looking embarrassed, "oh I'm sorry."
Pansy sighed. "Have you saw the killer anywhere?" she asked.
Hermione nodded. "Yeah, he's enjoying himself so much! He told me to tell you that he's having a really great time."
Pansy was furious. "Go back up and tell him to come down here! I've been waiting down here for half an hour!" she yelled.
"Sure thing," yelled Hermione as she went back up to the party.
"Honestly," muttered Pansy to herself, "killers have no respect for timekeeping nowadays..."
Five minutes later the killer stumbled in drunk.
"Where have you been?" demanded Pansy. The killer giggled.
"I've been erm...haha, I've been –hiccup – drinking some firewhiskey," he slurred. He took out a knife. "Do you wanna...erm...oh shit...I forgot the line!"
"Die tonight," huffed Pansy impatiently. Then she recomposed herself. "Oh please no Mr. Killer, not me! I'm just an innocent little girl!"
The killer advanced towards her and stumbled down the stairs, laughing.
"DO IT PROPERLY," Pansy yelled. The killer just laughed even more. He crawled over to the cat flap and stuck his head through.
"THAT'S MY PART!" yelled Pansy, and yanked his head out, before sticking her own in, along with both of her arms. "Okay, I'm ready to be killed now," she called.
There was silence.
"Er...hello?"
She heard a soft snore. "You have NOT fallen asleep on me have you?" she demanded. She got no answer. She kicked out, trying to wake up the killer but her foot hit a button instead that made the garage door that held the cat flap lift up.
"No wait, its not supposed to happen like this," screamed Pansy frantically. "Help somebody, HELP! AAAAAAAHHHHHH!" There was no answer and she screamed as her skull was crushed.
"Where's Pansy?" asked Harry. Ron shrugged.
"Maybe she's dead after her skull was crushed in machinery because she stuck her head in a cat flap and hit the button to make it go up."
The others stared at him, and he shrugged.
"Just a suggestion," he said.
"Well, we can't just leave her house like this," said Hermione looking around. Everywhere was a mess. Everyone had left and her parents were due home in less than three hours.
"Well I need to get home," said Draco, stifling a yawn. "Why don't we just tell her neighbours to clean up?"
"She has neighbours?" asked Harry. Draco nodded.
"Yeah, but they're miles from her house. In the middle of nowhere. It'll be kind of spooky walking there while a killer is on the loose. They could attack us..."
"So...we aren't going?" asked Hermione.
"Of course," said Draco. "Come on."
They walked for miles and miles until they saw a house perched on the top of a hill alone.
"Do you think it's dangerous?" whispered Hermione.
A lightning bolt flashed over the house, and thunder roared around them. The wind blew harshly, and rain started to pour down.
"Do you think that was a sign?" Harry asked.
"Nah," said Ron, and they ran up the hill towards the house.
They knocked on the door, and it opened by itself.
"Cool, a self opening door!" Harry exclaimed, and they all went inside...
That was such a crappy chapter, but I only posted it because I needed to update. I really don't like it though, and may rewrite it later on. Anyways, hope ya enjoyed it anyways. Jordan xx