Chapter 8
He stared and started walking back.
"Riddle, Tom Riddle. Like Lord Voldemort."
"Yup." Said Samara in a five year old voice.
"So, what are you names?"
"Why should we tell you?"
"Because you going to die anyway."
"You going to kill us?!"
"Oh, no, not me, but the video will."
"Any way we can live?"
"Tell me your names."
"Remus Lupin."
"James Potter."
"Sirius Black."
"Oohhhhhhh..., you're a Black. Daddy says your family is very supportive of him, Ok, I'll tell. All you have to do is make a copy of my little video and show it to someone, and then you'll be fine."
They nodded in agreement and James said
"Ok, well, urm, thanks, we'll just be going now, urm, thanks."
"Going, but it's so lonely down here all alone."
"Hey, school starts in a couple weeks, we'll send Myrtle to keep you company."
"And Peeves." Said Sirius.
"SIRIUS" said Remus and James their "Sirius, this isn't the time for joking" voices.
On their way out James piped up,
"Besides, I don't think we could have convinced peeves to come."
They laughed all the way home.
A/N: Warning. This is not the end of the story. There is more coming!!! Please review. Nobody has reviewed in like ages.