A/N: The final chap, and the scariest. I'm sure I'll give everyone nightmares…
Holiday Spirit
Catholicism
Later that night, Harry lay in bed, tossing and turning in the grips of a strange dream. He was in a bare stone room, rather like his Potions classroom with all the furnishings removed. Snape stood next to him, an evil smile on his face. On the wall before him were Ron and Hermione, their arms and legs shackled to the wall, groaning in pain…
Harry opened his eyes, confused. He could still hear groans… Sitting up, realized the noise was coming from Ron's bed.
The groans abrubtly stopped. There was some crinkling, and then something plastic hit Harry on the forehead. Poking it perplexedly, he thought it looked like half a plastic hot dog cover. Or…
"Ron!" said a girl's voice sharply—Hermione's. "You know that we won't have children if God doesn't want us to!"
A/N: I know it's short, but I'm pretty sure you're all grateful. I'm soooooo evil, aren't I? XDD Review!