Chapter 3
"Hey Uncle Alphard!"
"Sirius! Come to give me a visit! Always welcome I say! And you've brought some friends, Nice to meet you, Alphard Black."
"This is James Potter," James shook his hand, "And Remus Lupin." Remus shook.
"Do you mind if we stay for they day?"
"Stay as long as you like!" said Uncle Alphard cheerfully.
"Ok, I'm going to show them the "secret spot" on the beach.
"Ok, just be back by dinner!"
"Bye."
Walking down the path,
"Man, am I glad to be out of there, nice guy and all, but he is way too happy! Mum doesn't like him much, says he's 'not a good pureblood wizard, dirty mudblood friend, wasn't even in Slytherin!' That's why I like him; he's not snooty like the rest of my good-for-nothing family. When he herd I'd made Gryffindor he sent me a box of chocolates and twenty galleons. Everyone else sent me howlers."
They were trekking up the mountainside.
"So Genius, what are we going to tell this Samara girl. We don't even know if she is a witch. What if she's a muggle? Then what? We only know wizarding pranks. Tell me you have a plan."
"I, uh, I never thought of that..,"
"SIRIUS!"
He ducked just seconds in time because James and Lupin had grabbed sticks and were attempting to smack him with them. He ran ahead and they dropped their sticks and ran in pursuit. They finally came to a run down ranch. Sirius approached the house carefully, but then he spotted the horses.
"Hey, maybe they can tell us something! Said Sirius. He and James transformed and James approached carefully. About an hour later they retransformed and told Remus
"There used to be a girl here. She was evil. Her father forced her to sleep in the stable loft. She hated the horses. She took over their minds and drowned one in the ocean every night. One day she was singing in the pastures when her mom killed her. There were only two horses left. Then the girl's mom took one out riding one night and neither of them returned. I'm guessing that that man was the girl's father. I also think that the girl was a dark witch. The horse said the mom went to England and came back a few years later with the girl. She was about 12, 13 when she died. She might have gone to Durmstrang or somewhere. This way she might be a ghost. Like Moaning Myrtle."
"So, no pranking lessons?"
"SIRIUS!"
James hit him on the head.
"Guys, this is big. We just discovered evidence of a about a murder mystery. If we solve this we could be huge hero's!"
A/N: that's what they think. Please review.