Chapter 9... Disclaimer: Once again, I do not own any of these characters.

Wow… I haven't updated this in such a lo0ng while. ; Enjoy!

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Hours passed by of tossing and turning. Harry just couldn't fall asleep. He grumbled in defeat and stood up to read a bit more. When he got to his desk, he looked at the books for a while. He didn't feel like reading at them moment.

He picked up his hand and rubbed his eyes roughly. "What can I do? I'm going to be so tired tomorrow." Harry hung his head as he thought for a moment. Finally, deciding to take a walk around the castle, he put on his clothes and grabbed his wand. He was a teacher. He couldn't get into trouble.

He chanted a spell and a bright light came from his wand. He held it straight out in front of him and found his way down the halls. Very quickly, he came up to new places he had never seen before. With wide eyes, he explored every new hall way that came up. But after countless hallways, he found a dead end. Not only that, but a grave disaster.

He gasped and let his wand fall from his hand. His back was pressed flat and tightly against the wall, his eyes tightly closed, and his hand grabbing his heart. "It… can't…" Harry opened his eyes hesitantly to see a corpse lying before him. His red face grimaced harder. He pushed the disgust away and picked up his wand.

This corpse belonged to a student.

Harry's breaths became short and sharp. He trembled and felt light. His head began to spin. He shook himself and demanded himself to stay calm. "Don't loose it Harry. Not until you find out who did this." He thought to himself gently hoping he'd calm down.

His breaths became normal again but he was still shivery and his eyes were glossy from tears.

"Professor!" came a deep voice from down the hall.

Harry stood up with a face as white as snow and stared Snape in the eye.

"What is going on here?" Snape asked nosily.

Harry didn't move; he didn't speak. He couldn't find the words.

Finally after minutes of rambling he whispered, "A student…"

"What do you mean 'a stu-'" Snape was interrupted by the site of seeing the kid lying on the floor in a puddle of blood.

"What- happened? Did you see who did this?" Snape bent down to inspect the student's body with a look of disgust and trembling lips.

Harry's chest went up and down very quickly. His head began to spin again. "This has to be a dream," he quickly thought to himself. His back was pressed against the wall again. Tears of anger and despair ran down his pink cheeks.

"Who killed this innocent child, and why?" Harry balled his fists tightly and kept thinking to himself.

Snape stared at him coldly, "I'll go get the headmaster, "he insisted.

Harry slid onto the floor on his butt and reached out to the kid's hand. It was cold and pale. He began to remember all his years he had been there where things had always happened. Could this be Voltemort? Harry picked the stiff body up and let it hang over his knees. He rested his hand on the boy's heart as if waiting for it to pound again.

Finally, Snape came back with the head master following him closely behind. "What happened here?" Dumbledore's voice shouted.

Harry stood up and looked at him. "I'm sorry," he excused himself as he brushed past him. Dumbledore's eyes followed him cautiously down the hallway.

Snape spoke up, "Well, sir? What should be done about this?"

"I'm afraid I do not know. The only thing we can do is call their parents in the morning." Dumbledore replied sadly.

Harry rushed into his room and slammed the door, causing several people on the portraits to wake up. "Keep down the racket!" One urged sleepily.

Harry ignored it and fell onto his bed and thought until he went to sleep.

The next morning was full of gossip about what had happened. Fearful voices spread the news about the fatal accident of the boy. Peter was his name. He was from Huffle Puff. Harry sat in his seat for breakfast paler than usual.

Hermione sat next to him and leaned over. "Did you hear about what happened?" She anxiously questioned.

"Pass the orange juice," Harry asked, ignoring the question. Hermione scowled and pushed the orange juice to him in an aggravated manner. He graciously took it and remained silent.

When Hermione realized he wasn't going to say anything she nudged him, "You know what happened don't you?

Harry turned becoming agitated, "Forget it."

Hermione pouted, "Humph!" She turned and began eating her meal not stopping eith the thought of the murder and in minutes she was back in Harry's face. "Tell me! There's no sense keeping it to yourself."

"I was there." Harry retorted coldly. "Now, that's all there is to say."

Hermione gasped, "Do you know what happened?"

"That's all there is to say!" Harry repeated angrily. He let out a deep breath and continued, "Excuse me, but… I need to go prepare for class." He stood up and walked away from the table with little of his meal touched.

Right when he was out of site, Ginny came over. "Where's Harry?"

"He's in his office," Hermione replied not taking her eyes from the door he exited.

Ginny frowned. "Oh. I was hoping to talk to him about the murdered boy."

Hermione sighed, "He won't have anything to tell you."

"Oh, really," Ginny cocked an eyebrow,"I heard that he was the one who found him."

"What? Who told you that?"

"'Heard it from Dumbledore, himself." Ginny retorted proudly.

Hermione looked at her and continued the first statement, "Well, I know that he was there but…"

"Hm?"

"I know that, but… he doesn't want to talk about it. It must have been a horrible site. The poor boy."

"He won't talk about it?" Ginny pouted, "Now who do I have left to ask for info?"

Hermione laughed, "Well, Snape announced it to us. Ask him."

Ginny gave a sarcastic look, "Oh, yes. Ask the nice teacher, Snape."

"Well," Hermione started, "It's not really our business anyway." Then she took another sip of orange juice.

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There's another chapter. Finally! Sorry to make you wait. 'Major writers' block.