Celestial Blue
By Draegan
It was as if it had been painted black. The figure was as black as a night sky devoid of stars, and it moved as graceful as a swan gliding across a lake, calmly and silently. It headed towards the large, arched wooden doors of Hogwarts, as it pretended to be its own unidentified shadow.
Opening the large doors with out distraction of any student was as simple as answering "What is two plus two?" It took a slight push, before silently sliding across the marble flood, swinging open as if it had intended to do so itself. Everybody was definitely asleep by these late hours, especially after the recent small Christmas celebration. There was nobody much left to be distracted anyway.
It shifted up the stairs without any difficulty, and disappeared, as if apparated, through the door towards the staircase. It moved through the murky darkness without fear, as the constant blackness swallowed it up like a hungry beast.
The portraits were all asleep, not moving even the slightest bit, as if dead. It made its way towards the Gryffindor Tower entrance, and didn't bother saying the password. It walked straight through, and emerged into the Common Room, consumed by darkness, darkness which seemed to be following it.
It headed up towards a room marked '6th Year Boys'. Inside, as it made its way in, it noticed that it was only Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Dean Thomas inside, all already landed in the Land of Nod, fast asleep, with no signs of awaking now.
Suddenly, the figure brought a long, sharp dagger form its cloak, and silently made its way over to Dean Thomas's bed. It raised the dagger…
It brought it striking down like a fork of lightning. Dean's body jerked and flinched, but made no sounds, apart form the blood pumping out of the injury, along with what looked like a warm, pink snake…
Blood surged towards the injury, and blasted upwards like a fountain, soaking the figure and flooding the floor with a colossal puddle as the figure brought it slashing downwards once again, this time across the neck, just to make sure…
Blood was pulsing out in waves folding over each other like a squashed sheet of paper. Then, it pressed its hand down against Dean's chest, until his hearts stopped beating like a drum. He was dead. As dead as a door nail.
The figure retreated into the darkness.
And that was the end of that…