The next night Torri found Draco sitting on the couch in the Slytherin common room, with everyone else. She plopped down next to him with a sigh.
"Hey, tor!" Pansy called. "Why so blue?"
"It's the Weasel. He's being a total bitch!"
Draco grinned evilly. "Why don't we go over there and give him a hard time."
Torri shook her head. "The other Gryffindors are being horrible! God, their such…"
"Maybe we should plan a little prank revenge?" Milly giggled. The Slytherin's leaned in, and plotted how to get the Gryffindors.
Meanwhile in Gyrffindor tower, Harry was wishing desperately he was invisible. As he walked through the common room someone stepped on his hair on purpose, he didn't hear what they said behind his back, but he caught bits of it.
"He's a murder, he killed Cedric you know."
"Fag…Kiss up"
"Him and Black are planning to kill us all!"
"Those vampires are evil, he probably controls them!"
"he's got them under mind control!"
"I saw him push Ginny!"
Harry sat down next to Hermione and buried his face in his hands. "Kill me now."
"Weasel approaching." Lavender warned.
"Get lost Weasel I'm not in the mood." Harry growled.
"How dare you call me Weasel after you killed my sister."
Harry was on his feet in an instant. "I didn't kill her!"
"You murdered her!"
"You don't even care!" Shouted Harry, he turned around, when hi legs froze.
"Coward."
Ron sent a disarming spell at Harry, and to Ron's shock Harry just brushed his arm up, the spell re bounded on Ron. "I don't want to have to hurt you." Harry snarled.
"You can't, the light will prevail over the darkness." Ron growled. "You are Voldemort reborn! You'll join with him and kill us all!" he sent another curse at Harry, and again the ebony haired boy brushed it off.
Will the light really win, Ron? Are you even on the lights side anymore? Am I? Harry walked out of the Gyrffindor common room.
"I WILL HAVE MY REVENGE! YOU CAN'T HIDE BEHIDN YOUR LITTLE VAMPIRES FOREVER!" Ron howled. Once he was outside the Gyrffindor common room Harry ran, to the only other place he could go.
"Draco! Torri!" He screamed pounding on the entrance to the Slytherin common room. "Please let me in!"
The door opened, and Pansy peeked out. "Harry?"
"Can I come in?"
"Of course! But why are you here? Is The Weasel giving you a hard time!" Pansy yelled. "We'll get him!"
Harry smiled, someone cared, "Don't worry about it Pansy, but can I spend the night here?"
"Harry?" Draco asked.
"Sanctuary! Sanctuary!" Harry cried sarcastically. From the couch Torri cackled.
"Alright Quasi Moto, come on over, we're going to get the Gryffindor's bad at breakfast!" Harry plopped down next to her. "Okay," She held up a small vial of red liquid. "This is fire Syrum. It's extremely sensitive When it comes in contact with anything flammable it'll set it on fire. So we planned to put a bunch of flowers on the Gryffindor table, hair spray sets it off big time, so does leather, also eggs. The fire it starts spreads very quickly. So all their books'll be burnt, most girls hair, and then they'll all be on fire! But the fire goes out very quickly, it's also very low temperature, so it'll only burn them a little."
Harry found he was cackling with everyone else. "You would do Sirius proud!"
"Glad you approve!" said Blaise, we'll be in the hall early setting up their beautiful flowers."
Their night was spent creating pranks to make the Gryffindor's year a living hell. Around ten they stared to drift up to bed, until only Torri, Draco, and Harry were left.
"Whose feeling kinky!" Torri teased. Draco chuckled and Harry blushed. "But seriously Harry? I'm scared of you being anywhere near Ron. He's totally insane."
"I'll be fine, Torri, don't worry."
"Well come on," Draco yawned, "I want to look pretty for the fire ceremony tomorrow, let's head up to bed,"
"Lets?" Harry asked.
Draco scoffed. "Like we're letting you sleep on the floor. You're sleeping with us."
"Where?"
Draco pointed to his room, Harry dashed up the stairs after him, Torri was slower. The blonde flung open the door to the large, in the center was a huge bed with dark blue silk sheets. "I love my bed! Torri let me in!"
Torri was locked in the bathroom. "Be right out!" She emerged in her usual pajamas of a big t-shirt and silk pajama pants with little stars on them. Torri slipped in the bed exhausted. Draco was out in a flash in the same thing, only in light blue. Harry came out dressed in Draco's clothes.
"Draco I feel like I'm wearing a bag!" Harry growled. The pants puddle at his feet.
"A sexy silk bag!" Torri yawned "Come, join us in the silk ocean."
"What can I say? I like silk," Draco said with an innocent look on his face. Harry sighed and sat down on the bed.
"I hate to say it, but I'm afraid."
Torri perked up a little. "Of what?"
"Ron."
"Harry your just being paranoid." She scoffed. "What can that nut possibly do to you?" The burnette lay back down on the silken pillow, her hair spread out around her, reminding Harry of Katherine. "Please just go to sleep."
"Don't worry Harry," Draco said gently. "You've got nothing to fear."
Harry smiled lightly at the blonde and slid under the silk comforter. "This is comfy."
"Night Harry." Torri yawned. "Night Draco, love you both." She drifted off to sleep instantly with her head on Draco's shoulder and her arm splayed across his chest grasping Harry's hand in her own. . Harry again was curious as to how you could love two people at the same time. An arm snaked around him, Harry didn't protest, he felt better when he was closer to Draco.
Harry woke up the next morning in a surprisingly good mood. Torri and Draco were still asleep, so he slipped into the shower and changed into a pair of Draco's older clothes that fit Harry nicely. When e left the bathroom Torri had vanished and Draco was still asleep in bed. "Rise and shine Pigeon!" Harry cried, jumping mirthfully onto the bed.
"Pigeon?" Draco mumbled, he woke up to Harry eyes big and sparkling with life. "Your in a good mood."
"Draco! Remove yourself from the bed or we'll be late for breakfast!" Harry wined, in a teasing voice.
"Harry! Breakfasts' not till nine! It's six!"
"The prank!"
"Oh!" Draco dashed to the shower and returned in fifteen minutes with his hair dry and all dressed. Torri flung open the door.
"C'mon! We have to set up the lovely flowers for the lovely Gryffindors!" Torri grabbed them and pranced downstairs where the rest of their group was gathered.
"Ready?" Blaise asked.
"Let's go Blaise!" Pansy yelled nervously. "I don't want to get caught!"
They crept carefully through the fall. They slipped into the great hall, luckily it was empty. Blaise transfigured several goblets and plates into bouquets of flowers with Draco's help. Then they gently dripped the fire syrum on the flower petals. Giggling evilly they returned to the Slytherin common room and waited till breakfast.
They came a little early to warn the sane Gryffindors, Hermione broke into fits of cackles every time she looked at the table. They situated themselves own on their table and waited in earnest for the show. It stared with Parvati's squeal.
"What pretty flowers!" She reached out and touched one, and picked it off and put it behind her ear. It reacted to the hair spray instantly and she didn't notice. Her hair caught on fire and it took another girls scream to alert her to it.
Draco had fallen on the floor in hysterics. Hermione was desperately trying to stifle her cackles. Harry started to chuckle when the person next to her burst into flames. It spread all the way down the table, girls hair caught randomly on fire, Ron's eggs exploded right in front of his mouth. Suddenly the fire vanished, leaving hairless girls, badly singed book bags, and burnt books. Every house was laughing, Slytherin the loudest.
Ron started to howl in rage. He was jumping up and down with his ears bright red pointing at his lackeys. Then suddenly his eyes fixed on Harry's with a death stare, Harry shivered against his will and broke the stare first.
Draco was the only one he noticed and he didn't want to upset Harry by bringing it up. The very merry Slytherins split all made their way to the DADA room, today they were early.
"Did you see the look on Parvati's face!" Torri giggled.
"Oh god Weasel looked like a tea pot!" laughed Pansy.
"And then, and then the girl next to her started to-" Milly broke off laughing. "She caught on-" Pansy and Torri giggled wildly and they dissolved into fits of cackles. Torri glanced over at Harry and her giggles ceased.
"Harry?"
"Hey, Tor, great prank."
She fixed him with a frown. "Harry something bothering you." He reached down and kissed her cheek gently.
"I'm so lucky to have you to care for me." He whispered pulling away and walking quickly down the hall.
Torri stopped startled. "Draco did that just happen?" Her boyfriend wrapped an arm gently around her.
"I think it did, love." Draco mused. "Very unlike Harry, he doesn't like to show affection in front of students. But I saw Weasel starring at him."
Torri sighed. "Bye guys we'll see you after dark arts!" Torri called to the rest of the Slytherins who were breaking off for transfiguratation, she, Draco, and Harry had chosen advance dark arts instead of advanced transfiguratation. "I'm sure we'll figure it out soon enough."
They entered the class room with a soft click and found as usual Alex and Remmy lounging on tables, Morgan sitting on the desk, Sirius chatting with Harry, and Remus eating chocolate.
"Morning Torri!" Morgan greeted. "Nice prank! Hey Draco!"
"Very interesting choice of prank," Remus said with a hint of mischief in his eyes. Sirius was jumping up and down bounding with compliments on their construction. As students started to file in Alex and Remmy slid over to the back wall and Harry took his seat along with Torri and Draco. Torri grinned at Hermioe who plopped down next to her.
"Hello class!" Morgan yawned. "Lovely to see you all, before we begin today's lesson does anyone have any general questions? Today we're going to do a quick review before continuing on to philosophy of Vapirism."
"Look, Professor," one brave Ravenclaw girl stood up. Harry looked twice at her, she was beautiful, with wavy ashen blonde hair and piercing dark blue eyes. He swore he'd seen he before, somewhere, different, but then her eyes were grey, Harry liked the grey better. "We're all scared to go out on our own now, because of Ginny's…death."
"She was unstable and unhappy, she committed suicide." Morgan said coldly. "her death was tragic and upsetting but that's all it was."
"I saw her die!" A girl squealed. "And he was watching her!" She pointed at Harry. "He's dangerous!"
Sirius growled angrily, another girl was to dumb to lay off Harry. "Harry Potters a murderer! He's killed before, remember during the tri wizard tournament he killed Cedric Diggory!"
"Everyone's afraid of him!" Someone added shrilly. "He's a psychopath! He doesn't care at all about his victims, he's never even felt pain over the death of his own parents!"
Harry's mid reeled, Hermione gave the girl a death stare. Harry was still blaming himself for Cedric's murder, even two years later. His parent's death still hung heavily in his mind, he even had nightmares about them still. His friends knew the old Harry well enough to know he'd never lash out physically or mentally at anyone, no matter what they said. He'd sit there and take the abuse and hurt his fragile mind over and over again. Dealing with Harry Potter was like handling a bomb.
Sirius glanced over at his godson, knowing he was in complete turmoil. He walked over t the girl making sure he didn't have his normal gait, or his angry stalk, he was a the ice king, nothing could touch him. Sirius was going to make this girl have nightmares for the rest of her life.
He leaned onto her desk, knowing he was scaring and exciting her, painfully aware of his physical appearance. "Do you even know what a psychopath is?" The girl just sat there, her eyes wide from nervousness.
"Answer me!"
"It's a person who's hurt and wants to hurt other people." She stammered. Sirius leaned closer so his lips were right next to her ear.
"Wrong." He breathed softly. "A psychopath is a cold and calculating mind, a mind which is unable to feel or comprehend love, fear, and even hate. They kill in cold blood because their mind is somehow lacking the functions in order to feel. Some psychopaths live in the business world and build power with their charm and their charisma and their looks. Others are brutal sadists. Do you know what a sadist is, little girl?"
She shook her head mutely, not just shaken by what he was saying, but by how close he was. By the iciness inside him that chilled her to the bone, his seriousness.
"A sadist is someone who finds pleasure in others pain. Someone who can't see the line between violence and enjoyment. Do you think Harry's a sadist?"
"I don't know." Her voice cracked.
"Do you think he killed Ginny Weasely?"
"I don't know."
"Yes or no, darling." He knew calling her darling would scare her even more.
"Yes."
"Do you think that when he was killing her he thought she was enjoying herself, do you think he was pleased with murdering her?" Sirius voice was so soft, and yet brittle as ice and as smooth as honey.
"No." She whispered.
"Do you still think he killed her?"
"No."
"Why? Are you just afraid of me?"
"I never actually saw it." she confessed tearfully. "I just heard rumors, but he always seemed a little strange, beautiful and strange. He's not a psychopath, I didn't understand what the word meant."
"Do you think he feels no pain." They both glanced at the boy who lived, his hair obscured his eyes. His emerald gaze was fixed on the floor just beside him, he didn't respond to Torri's hand on his shoulder, or Draco's scooting closer to him protectively.
"No, I think he's in pain." She said. "I'm sorry." She started to cry softly. From her perch on her desk Morgan knew he'd made some sort of mental contact with the girl, unlike every other marauder Sirius was the most empathetic. Remus was intoned with people feelings, yes, but Sirius was an empath. Thought unaware of it and very weak he still was powerful in his own spirit and emotions.
"Just remember that when you want to call someone a psychopath." Sirius said softly again as he turned away. The beautiful Ravenclaw once again spoke.
"Professor Black, what do you think killed Ginny?" She was on her feet again, she was short, she looked about fifteen, small and curvy. When her eyes were so narrowed with cause she looked much taller and older.
He turned and eyed her. "I think she was a mentally imbalanced, upset, and confused girl who couldn't help herself."
"Professor, people don't jump of towers in white dresses!" She said again. Harry looked up at her. Sirius smiled lightly at her.
"You're a smart girl, what's your name?"
"Rowan Lebelle."
"I'd like you to stay after class Miss Lebelle." Sirius said, he resumed his walk back to the desk. Harry looked over at Ron, the redhead hadn't exploded this entire class, thought his ears were red and he was pinching himself.
"I have potions next, sir. I doubt Professor Snape would humor me if I came in late."
"I'll talk to him then, I said I want you to stay after class and you damn well will, Miss Lebelle." Said Sirius with a flourish of his slender hand. Morgan sighed as the ex convict locked himself in upstairs room.
"Anymore questions about vampires class?" Silence. "Good then, lets move on to what makes a vampire mentally. Oh, out of time, well then class your assignment is to find a book that you think describes a vampires mentality, and what makes them different from humans, muggle books are fine as well. See you tomorrow then."
The class left the class as quickly as they could, as usual Draco, Harry, Torri, and Hermione stayed. Hermione bid her good byes after trying to make sure Harry was alright, he didn't say a word. Draco gave Torri a kiss and Harry a tight hug before leaving to Divinatation.
Either had realized that the vampires had slipped out during the class, when Alex familiar voice filled the room Torri realized they were back.
"When did you leave?" Torri asked.
"We went to check on Sirius, you were to busy trying to stare that poor girl to death." Alex said with a smile. It was fake. He sat down next to Harry. "Harry?"
"Alex?" he asked hoarsely. Torri growled, he was worse then they thought.
"Harry look ignore those idiots, you're not a psychopath, and you're most certainly not to blame for Ginny's death, if anyone is it's Mallvorn."
"He wasn't there." Harry whispered. "I saw!"
"She might have been driven by a ghost, who else wrote that stuff on the bathroom wall? That bathrooms symbolic to Ginny, it's where the chamber of secrets is located, no?"
Harry took a deep breath. "I didn't kill her?"
"Non, cher." Alex breathed. He was gone a second later. Torri interlaced her fingers in his.
"Your hands are cold." She whispered. "Harry, you can't put this all on yourself."
"I know. I've done it for my entire life though, it's hard excepting help." Said the ebony haired boy, heaving a sigh.
"This is not your battle Harry, Mallvorn is not your concern, you were wrapped up in this because of me and Draco and Sirius. Sirius came sauntering down the stairs with a werewolf and a black book in his hand.
"I'm glad you stayed Miss Lebelle." He called. She shrugged, Rowan moved to the front table next to the one Harry was on. "I wanted you to stay because I wanted to speak to you about Ginny's death, I couldn't say some thing in front of a class. I doubt you'll make it to potions."
"What about Ginny, Professor?" She asked.
"Call me Sirius please." The man said with a glittering smiled. "Remus'll explain."
The werewolf cleared his throat before starting. "Yesterday afternoon I was given this diary, it belongs to Ginny Weasly, actually I should say belonged. It's dated two weeks before her suicide and the entries go all the way up to it. It appeared she suffered from dreams….nightmares."
Rowan seemed genuinely shocked. Harry couldn't peel his eyes from her beautiful face, that soft hair. Hair he'd felt his won hands itching to touch. She looked over at him, almost in slow motions, her hair flipped around her shoulder, her large almond like eyes met his for a moment. He felt himself stroking that hair.
Fire light played on the ashen blonde waves, lighting it up in hues of red, violet, and yellows. The firelight played on her eyes as well, accenting the childish mischief in them. They were wrapped up in a blanket, cuddled together, sipping hot chocolate.
"You make the best hot chocolate, Kitty."
"It's not that good." She blushed making her tan skin take on a pink undertone, he loved how easily she blushed.
"I love you." He said honestly looking right into her bright eyes."
"I've just met you monsieur." She blushed again. "It's inappropriate for a man to confess any type of love for a woman without proposing to her. Besides I don't think you love me."
"Aw contraire, mon cher, I know I love you, and no matter how long it take you to love me to, or even if you never do. I'll always love you, and I'll wait for you forever."
The blush faded and they just looked into each others eyes. He knew at that moment he'd give anything for her. "I feel something strange for you as well, Celice." His eyes sparkled. That was the first time she'd spoke his name.
"Harry? Harry!"
"Wha-what?" the Gryffindor boy shook his head clearing it form the fogginess of the memory. "Sorry must have drifted off." He kept looking at her and realized it, she looked exactly Katherine. That was how he knew her, she was her reincarnation. The angel from his nightmares.
"Miss Lebelle, I'd like you to tell me what you think of the last few entries." Remus said handing her the book. "I know this may seem hard to believe, but last night a ghost almost attacked me in the bathroom where it was found."
"Believe me, Professor." She said softly, her voice was naturally warm and honey like, containing just a trace of the New Orlens French accent that Katherin had. "I've been told ghost stories all my life, my grandmother," Her accent was a low purr on Grandmother. "was a medium, she could see ghosts," She read over the last page quickly. "Professor does this mean anything to you?"
"The dreams?" Remus asked taken aback.
"Yes in the dreams she mentions a boy with amber eyes, forgive me sir, but you're the only man I ever met with amber eyes."
He smiled ruefully. "Smart girl. Yes these nightmares mean a lot to me."
"Remus?" Sirius asked.
"Ginny had dreams about us. Is there a boy with black hair and midnight blue eyes?"
"Yes, she mentions a stunning boy like that, and a boy with glasses. Here it says that you-you had a noose around your neck, all the land seemed brown and dying. A girl with red eyes was…in shock, the boy with blue eyes was trying to get to you, but evil men kept him back, a boy with glasses was hugging a girl who was sobbing, with red hair? And a fat kid had unconscious."
"The boy with blue eyes was Sirius. I was the one being hung. James as the boy with glasses, Lily Evans was the red head sobbing, Peter Pettigrew was the unconscious fat boy-"
"And Morgan had the red eyes." Rowan filled in.
"Yes." Sirius breathed. "There's more isn't there."
Rowan nodded. "There's a dream the next night about Sirius being…strung up in the forest in a mock crucifixion. On the same night she was Remus running out of…a prison she thought, he was running to Sirius. And he fell before he got there, Sirius you fell beside him and hugged him. It was raining blood. Morgan was….she was running to, along with all of them.
"The next night, two days before her suicide there's a man with silver hair, Ginny was in the place of Morgan. The man stole her life force she said and told her to join him, to die. The night before her suicide it was her, running from a man with claws for hand with the word violin carved onto her chest, then she saw Harry ripping wings from his back, then he was sobbing over the body of a girl.
"He loved the girl and that's what drove her over the edge, then there was Sirius playing the violin in front of the ocean and then it was Harry playing. Then he jumped of the cliff."
"That's why she jumped of the tower." Remus breathed. Sirius took a deep breath and explained their story, from beginning to end, the violin, he and Harry as angels, the ghosts, the vampires. By the end the girl was shivering in fear.
"Forgive me, that's a lot to absorb. God I'll never feel safe in this castle again." Rowan sighed. Harry did something that surprised even him, he walked over to her curled from and wrapped her in his arms. Rowan didn't protest. "I'm sorry for-for before. I didn't think you killed Ginny, someone had to speak up for them, they were driving me crazy. I didn't know what to believe. Forgive me?"
"Of course." Harry whispered. From her seat Torri watched them with a smile, finally Harry had someone. She didn't feel jealous, only a little. More then anything she wanted him to be happy. The door opened with a soft click and Draco peered in. He first saw Harry holding Rowan, then his shot Torri a questioning glance, she shook her head and smile. Draco went over to her side.
"What did I miss?"
"Draco this is Rowan, she's the reincarnation of Katherin. She knows all about the ghosts and the violin. We've learnt that Ginny was driven insane by nightmares Mallvorn sent her, she recorded them in a diary, erm….She's the one who wrote that stuff in blood on the wall, and I have a new favorite song, called Chop Suey." Said Torri matter-of-factly. Draco chuckled lightly, as did Harry. Everyone's mood was much lighter, except for Remmy. His violet eyes were fixed out the window, his arms were folded over his chest.
All Remus could of his vampire was his slender back arched and shaking with anger. "Rem?"
The vampire's back jerked suddenly in sobs, Remus went closer. "You fool." Said Rem, his voice cracked. Silver tears dripped onto the floor. "It's just begun. It's only begun."
"No, Rem, we'll win, nothing's going to begin." Remus soothed gently.
"You idiot! We're going to die. We're all going to die." Remmy sobbed. The werewolf was taken aback, it was Alex who brushed Remus of gently.
"Memories." The red head said, as if that explained everything. But Remus stepped back and Alex hugged the barely vampire tightly, murmuring in his ear, but Remmy didn't turn, he just stood there sobbing.
"We're all gonna die. We're all going to die."