Disclaimer: I own nothing in this story. Except a few things which you don't recognize from original series or anywhere else.
Author: zimagesto
Title: Harry Potter and the Legacy of Slytherin
Summary: Seventh year at Hogwarts. Contains: the Lord of Darkness, the Dark Lord, a bunch of elves, a lost kingdom and a lot of interesting stuff. Twisted story with a twisted end. Not conventional. Worth reading. R&R
Note: fluff including Severus and Amala will be put between DDDDDDDDs instead of IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIs.
Chapter 16
Halloween. What is Halloween? Well, now it's a popular day in which kids dress as witches, ghosts or whatever crosses their mind and go trick-or-treating. But before, it was a celebration about the dead. You can always ask Kate Samantha Backfield for more information about that one, because she's been a Guardian of Death for a long, long time and she knows.
Of course, it is most likely you'll meet her when you're dead, so you may have to wait a while to ask that. And God knows what can happen to her next, since she's completely annoying a lot of dead people right now. Oh, yeah, tell me, which sane, depressed person would be calm about a twenty-year old woman with short spiky brown hair jumping up and down in front of the gate towards life holding a jar of candy and dancing to a song that's being played out of nowhere.
"And that was, my dead ladies and gentlemen, "Huron 'Beltane' Fire Dance" by Loreena McKennitt. And next, a special Halloween dedication to all of you, from the very same extraordinary singer, "All Souls Night"!"
"WOMAN!" one of the completely pissed people decided to cry.
"Yeah?"
"Shut up! Here we are, contemplating our deaths and you are…"
"Trying to cheer you up" she replied simply. "Come on, life is beautiful!"
There were a lot of groans about that one.
"Hey, come on, guys, just because you died, it doesn't mean it's time to drown yourself in sorrow. Death isn't the end of the world, you know"
Groans again.
"You're not even really dead" she said, rolling her eyes.
"What!"
Well, that got their interest.
"Duh! There's no such thing as death, you pitiful little idiots! It's all in your mind. Death is… more like a transition. You cross from a place to another. Yeah, sure, you can't go back to Earth being as you were, but still. It's a change, a breath of fresh air… what you need to do is learn to move on. You're here in this absolutely desolating grey place because you are so clenched to the other world you can't even think about moving on. Why, I was once Guardian at the Gate of Ravens. That was fun! It was this great place, it looked like the top of a mountain and the gate was huuuuuuuuuuge, I mean, a hoard of elephants could've gotten through in a stampede without getting crowded. And all these interesting adventurers would come by for a chat through the Gate and then leave forward to other plains. It was cool. And then I got transferred here. No matter, though. I like this place, too. It's… charming in a depressing sort of way."
The dead people did not like the end of that speech.
"What are you so happy about now?" somebody asked.
"It's Halloween and a lot of things are about to happen" she smiled wickedly. "Want me to project everything like a movie to you in mid-air and make it look like cinema?"
Murmurs broke out through the place, growing in enthusiasm and everybody soon agreed.
"Well, watch this, dead guys, 'cause the world as you know it never existed and it was actually a Game of some crazy Creator. Or at least, that's my theory."
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Severus Snape lied on his couch, thinking about what Monica and Amala. And surprisingly enough, Lily Potter.
Monica had 'assisted' him in his classes today, making his life a bit harder and cheering up a few students with Halloween tricks. It was a good thing he still loved her. Of course, he'd made a show of getting angry in each class, growling, snarling and generally being his usual classroom self, but both he and Monica knew he wouldn't ever turn her into a three-headed dog named Fluffy, poison her with one of Lockhart's recipes for cooking fish or throwing her into the North Tower into Trelawney's classroom to have her future told. Well, maybe the last. She deserved it.
With this occasion, students wondered what Amala had ever seen in him. And he didn't need any Legilimency to find that out. The Gryffindor seventh years also wondered how on Earth both Monica and Amala were able to still like him. And Monica and Amala… well… they were laughing so much when everybody else was gone he'd had to use calming potions.
But also, Monica had noticed how he still narrowed his eyes at one Harry Potter more than he should have. And Amala had told her that he'd started 'giving the poor boy a rest'. Which brought the discussion around to why he hated him. He'd given his reasons, of course… And Monica had seen what everybody else had before: he saw James Potter in Harry Potter. And surprisingly enough, Monica had said the only thing that could make him reconsider his attitude towards Potter Jr.
"Well, he looks a lot like his father. But actually, I think he's more like Lily than James."
Lily… Lily had been his first ever crush. Nothing had come out of it, he'd been eleven, almost twelve, at the time and he hadn't understood what a crush was until long after it had ended. But they'd been good friends for a long time, ever since the first ride on the Hogwarts Express. She hadn't liked the Gryffindors at first, too noisy for her taste, too childish. Severus on the other hand, was mature and sometimes too old for his age. The other Slytherins didn't like him too much either.
Lily had helped him at first, making him open up a bit. She was an excellent study partner and a very good company. She knew when to ask questions and when to just hold him. He'd hated his parents and they hadn't liked him too much either. Sometimes he'd steal a broomstick and fly to her and visit her during the summer holidays. Oh, her sister, Petunia had hated him. He'd always been 'that awful boy' to her. 'That awful boy'…
He remembered one time when he'd flown to her house and they went walking through a park and ended up on a bench. He'd told her that his father had just ended up in Azkaban for a short period of time.
"I don't want him to come back" he'd said. "I hope the Dementors kill him."
"Dementors!" she'd asked, surprised.
"Yeah, haven't you heard of them?"
"No, never."
"My God! The Lily Evans never heard of Dementors! Well, they are the guards of Azkaban, the wizarding prison. They're not human, they're… something else. They look like dead people cloaked and hooded in black that glide instead of walk. Like ghostly black grim reapers, only without holding anything to kill you with. They suck happiness and joy and hope out of everything around them and make you feel horrible. People go mad there, in Azkaban. It's because they think they'll never be happy again"
"That's horrible!"
The voice had come from two different girls, Lily and her sister, Petunia.
"What are you doing here!" he'd spat. "Come to spy on us, eh?"
"Yeah! You're a horrible person, Snape!"
"Always were, always will be! Now scatter, you Muggle or I'll turn you into a toad!"
Petunia had run off screaming with fright.
"Why'd you do that?" Lily had asked, upset and he's sighed.
"Sorry. It's just that… well… I hate it when people spy on us. I know, I know, it's no reason. Tell her I said sorry."
"I will" she'd replied rolling her eyes.
The next summer he hadn't gone to visit her. His father had come out of Azkaban and found out of their friendship sometime before the OWLs and threatened to kill her if Severus didn't break the friendship off. And so, during a fight with James Potter, he'd called her a Mudblood… and started acting like a snobbish Pureblood with her. He'd regretted that, he'd wanted to make it up, but by the time he'd gathered courage to do it… she'd died. It's such a stupid thing, life.
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The Order of the Phoenix had been next to last announced of the attack. The very last had been the Aurors. But everybody had been announced, which was basically a good thing. Except that they'd been announced about two hours before the attack. The attack that they were about to conduct against Voldemort in the old Malfoy Manor, his new Headquarters.
Now, everybody was surprised, since they'd all expected that they'd wait for the Dark Wizard would attack and then try to kill him. Hopefully, Voldemort would be surprised too.
And so the army of Fal'sil people, some elves, some night elves, part of the Order of the Phoenix and part of the Auror Department were now moving in position to attack.
Voldemort positioned his troops. The idiots wouldn't know what hit them. They really wouldn't. After all, how should they be expecting an attack now, like this? Oh, no, everything was so carefully planned. He just hoped that Dumbledore would be as surprised as his Death Eaters were when he'd called them for the attack.
The Darkelings were caged and under silencing spells. It wouldn't do to alert the enemy of his plans.
Sybille was in charge of the troops. Voldemort would probably think it was Dumbledore, but it wouldn't be him. Nope, it would be her leading the attack.
Voldemort hoped that the others didn't know about the Darkelings.
Sybille stared at the large building. It was definitely a good place for the Dark Lord to choose as quarters. After all, it was creaking with magic and especially protection charms and wards.
Voldemort stared at the large building. It definitely had quite a lot of wards and protection charms on it.
Sybille gave the signal and some people went in the building by the secret passages. The others waited quietly for the others to be inside before attacking. It would be a long day, a long fight. But it would be held during daylight and it was known that dark wizards did not like fights to happen during the day.
Voldemort smirked. Fools.
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At that point of time, a few people who were seeing this turned towards God and said, all as one:
"You've got to be kidding me!"
God just smiled amusedly.
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Everything was clear. Sybille charged and the Manor was suddenly under siege, everybody de-activating wards, fighting a few guards who were screaming in surprise and trying to bring down the walls since the doors were very well reinforced.
Voldemort gave the signal and everybody charged at Hogwarts, fighting off the Giant Squid and trying to bring down the ancient wards.
And after five or so minutes of fighting, the two armies realized the terrible, yet ironical truth that had a really tiny, minuscule, really, really small chance of happening: the others were not there. But if they were not there and nobody was being summoned for help, then where were-
"Holly-!" Minerva McGonagall cried. "Hogwarts is under attack!"
"Fuck!" cried a Death Eater. "The Manor is being attacked!"
Which brought the insane question along: what to do? Go back and protect the territory, or conquer this one while nobody's here, secure it and then see what's up in the other place?
Sybille decided to go on in attacking the Manor. They'd conquer it, secure it and then check up old Hogwarts that had enough wards to keep the others busy for a day and a night. After all, they'd get in easier, having permission from the Malfoy heir.
Voldemort decided to go on attacking Hogwarts and take over that girl he'd possessed last time while he was at it and get her to let them in. And so, he sent Wormtail forth to bring the girl out.
Back at the Manor. Apparently, some incompetent Death Eater had opened the portal to the Darkeling world and there were hungry beasts everywhere, so the armies of light retreated, realizing that the place was not worth it.
Hogwarts. Voldemort encountered some problems with the Darkelings and the wards and decided it would be a good time to retreat. He gave the signal for retreating and letting the beasts there. Let Dumbledore deal with them.
Still Hogwarts. Voldemort's entire army gathered around for leaving when Sybille's appeared. For a long moment, everybody stared at everybody and Voldemort saw he was in disadvantage.
"I left you a present, Dumbledore!" he cried, seeing that the others were outnumbering him a bit and that they were fighting on their own grounds. It was best to flee. "Retleave!"
Sybille sincerely considered going after him, but when she saw the hundred or so Darkeling forces that didn't care who or what they ate as long as they did so, she decided that securing the territory before something bad happened was a better idea.
And so everything finished with relatively no bloodshed and in a very short amount of time. And of course, because Hogwarts had had a charm placed on it so that students wouldn't notice what was going outside when Sybille's army had gathered, they had no clue that one of the greatest battles in recent history had been avoided by, as Minerva McGonagall put it, 'sheer dumb irony'.
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God smiled his mischievous smile. The day was not over yet. And this Halloween, he intended to have a lot more fun than usual. So, he sent in the cavalry. Or rather, the big surprise.
One of the people who knew what was happening sighed.
"Well, the madness might as well be over today" he murmured. "Anybody interested in going back in time and killing his father or mother when they were kids and create a paradox to doom us all?"
Thankfully nobody wanted it.
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The Halloween feast was drawing near and nobody of the student body, with the obvious exception of a few Gryffindors, a Ravenclaw and a Slytherin, now in a special room in Hogwarts, knew nothing about the surprising, improbable double-attack.
"But it just couldn't be" Ron said.
"Well" Hermione started and everybody looked at her, curious as to what she was going to say. "Have you read anything by Douglas Adams?"
"No" the others admitted.
"Well, he wrote 'the Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy. It's a nice book where Improbability is very much exploited."
"Oh, I've read it!" Draco said with a grin. "All five parts of the trilogy."
"Doesn't a trilogy have three parts?" Luna asked curiously. "Or is it different to Muggles?"
"Well, Adams said" Hermione started "that what made him write a trilogy in four, later five parts was a poor grasp on arithmetic. Yes, Muggles have trilogies in three parts too. Well, usually."
"It was a funny book" laughed Draco. "I liked the part in which it explained how a human being can learn how to fly."
"How?" Harry asked curiously.
"By throwing himself at the ground and missing."
"Yes, that was a nice part. As well as the one about Ford's planet, which was destroyed when a Hrung collapsed on it."
"Definitely" Draco agreed.
"What's a Hrung…?" Harry asked, though he wasn't sure he wanted to know.
"Nobody knows" Hermione and Draco replied at the same time and then laughed. "I'll give you the book" Hermione said. "It's great. It's about this alien guy, Ford Prefect-"
"Isn't that a car?" Ron asked.
"Well, yes" Hermione replied. "But it's also the main character's name. He's a Hitch Hiker from a planet next to Betlegeuse who ended up on Earth for fifteen years. It's really funny. Oh, well, we should go to the feast."
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It was a beautiful evening and the professors were all at the table, discussing what the hell had just gone on. Oh, well, they'd all just settle down to a nice evening. Hopefully the madness was over.
The students were eating and the pumpkins were floating, bats were flying and ghosts were walking around, smiling at the students –or not-.
Finally it came to the ghosts' shows and everybody enjoyed to see a few interesting plays with Nearly Headless Nick and Myrtle in them –she'd found her passion in acting and was very excited-. Professor Binns had floated by the Tables as if searching for something. The Bloody Baron had pretended to kill Peeves. Peeves hadn't known it was a play. So it had all been very realistic.
Soon it was all over and students were ready to go to bed when the lights in the pumpkins flickered and lowered, leaving everything in obscurity. Murmurs filled the Hall and Dumbledore had just gotten up to see what was wrong when the doors opened and a cloaked and hooded figure stepped inside. He looked like a Death Eater, but he was wearing no mask.
Everything had gone deadly quiet and the figure just walked slowly to the middle of the Hall, keeping everything silent and dark with his mere presence. And when he made it in the very middle, he stopped and slowly took off his hood.
"Jack Towers" Dumbledore gasped.
"No" he replied. Nearly everybody frowned. But… "Jack Strois. Master of Jack Towers and Owner of Hogwarts."
Not even his presence could keep the students from talking to each other, though they did so quietly.
"Owner of Hogwarts?" Dumbledore asked and everybody quieted. "What do you mean?"
Nobody noticed Binns paling.
"In times of old, a thousand years ago, Hogwarts had just been built by four great wizards. I'm sure you all know their names by now. To celebrate this, they went on a hunt, their favorite sport, just before the school actually started functioning."
Images started showing up all around the students, like holograms. Two men and two women on horses, walking through a forest. One of them looked towards the other with admiration.
"Salazar, what do your little friends say?" he asked and nearly everybody gaped. The other man bowed down over his horse and hissed something to a snake on the ground before pulling himself up again.
"He said the stag is close, he saw it just five minutes ago and it went towards west"
"They were hunting the white stag" Jack Strois said and everybody decided this way of teaching history was way better than how Binns did it. "For the white stag is a magical creature that grants you wishes if you catch it."
"We should get some horses to pull the carriages to the school" a woman said. "They're so wonderful!"
"I had that in mind too, sister. How about Thestrals?" Gryffindor asked.
"Not all will see them" she replied.
"It would be more interesting, don't you think?"
The woman nodded.
"Unfortunately" continued Strois "on the way, they did not meet the stag, but other creatures, darker creatures, wishing to kill them."
The images changed, showing that everything had darkened and the Founders –amazing! They were actually watching the Founders!- still on their horses, pacing again. And then the horses started to bee very nervous and Gryffindor's got on two feet.
"Whoa! Whoa! What's wrong?" the Founder questioned. He was answered by about twenty people coming towards the four of them. The horses started neighing and Strois continued his story.
"Outnumbered, they were doomed to defeat. These were vampires attacking and vampires did not like them at all."
"Shit!" Slytherin cried, making the Slytherins stare at him.
"No shit!" cried Gryffindor, starting to fight with a sword and a stick as the others shot spells.
Soon enough, Gryffindor's horse was down and he nearly got himself killed by the vampires as they started attacking him more and more.
"We're losing!" Slytherin cried "Godric, get yourself safe, for God's sake!"
"I'm trying! Ok, maybe a bit of help!"
Nobody could help him though and he was pushed back against a tree. Ravenclaw's horse was down soon too.
"By gum!" she cried. "These guys are determined!"
Soon enough Hufflepuff got her horse killed and jumped into a tree. Slytherin looked around and his horse was soon down, too.
"My best horse" he said, pissed off.
"Let's hope it's the most you lose tonight!" Gryffindor cried.
It was captivating to see a battle from so long ago played before your eyes, vampires moving through the tables like ghosts, the Founders acting like they had so long ago, probably not knowing that this scene would ever be shown to anybody.
But they were losing! The Founders! They were losing! And then a dark, cloaked and hooded figure, on a black beautiful horse galloped into the battle and jumped off the horse, the black animal running away.
The person attacked the vampires around him. They started to turn to dust everywhere and the Founders got themselves free of their opponents. The balance of power had been changed because of this single person. This person who'd got his hood lost soon into the battle. And he looked precisely like Jack Strois, and therefore Jack Towers, only with brown hair and borwn eyes and a scar under his left eye.
Hufflepuff climbed out of the tree.
"Thank you" she said. "You saved our lives"
"I have" he admitted.
"We owe you one, brave warrior!" Gryffindor said.
"You do" he again admitted. The man had no modesty!
"How can we repay you?" asked Ravenclaw
Strois smiled.
"It would be a great payment I would ask if you decided to repay me."
"It doesn't matter" Gryffindor said and the Slytherins made disbelieving noises.
"Would it be money that you want?" Slytherin asked. "Two thousand galleons?"
Strois started laughing.
"No, two thousand galleons is not enough."
"Three?" asked Ravenclaw
"No""Four?" asked Hufflepuff.
"No""Five? Six? Seven? Tens of thousands of galleons?" Gryffindor asked, each time the man shaking his head. "Then what? Help, maybe?"
"You want us to help you do something?" Ravenclaw asked.
"We'd help!" Hufflepuff agreed.
"We would" Slytherin added suspiciously.
"Nor help nor money is what I want" Strois answered.
"Then what?" Ravenclaw asked, obviously sick of the guessing game.
"You are the ones who built the school, right?" Strois asked with a smile.
"Yes, yes, we are!" Hufflepuff said enthusiastically.
"Hogwarts you have named it, haven't you?" Strois asked.
"Yes, Hogwarts" Hufflepuff replied. "You want us to change the name of the school?" she asked, raising an eyebrow and he burst into laughter.
"No, the name's just fine…" he answered.
"Then?"
"I want something of a different nature."
"Don't tell us you fell in love with one of us" Hufflepuff said with a really exhausted look on her face.
"Then, I won't" Strois said and she made a weird face.
"Tell us if you did" she mumbled.
"I didn't tell you" he replied.
"I meant fall in love, have you fallen in love with one of us?""No" he said and smiled infuriatingly. "A different nature is the pay I want"
"Who are you?" Slytherin asked and Strois turned towards him.
"They call me Jack Strois, Slytherin""Straw? As in a straw?" asked Ravenclaw
"No, as in a French name, but with the same pronunciation, bringing me a lot of trouble" he replied. "Why do people think my name's Straw?"
"And how did you appear here like this?" Slytherin asked, distrustful.
"I was around" he replied. "I was around with a reason. And that reason was to find you"
"Us?" Slytherin asked.
"Yes, you" Strois said. "As a payment for my deed, I want the school, Hogwarts."
There was a pause for a minute and then Hufflepuff started laughing.
"You… you're joking, right?" she asked in a modern accent.
"No, I'm not" he answered and she went quiet. "I want the school."
"You're crazy, we can't give you the school!" Gryffindor said. "It's our life's project, our dream!"
"I know" he said, calmly.
"But there wouldn't be a school without him" Ravenclaw said slowly.
"Correct!" Strois said and smiled. "So, will you give me your school?"
"No!" Gryffindor said. "Anything but the school! It's our school! Our school and we're not giving it!"
"I'm with him! There's no way we're leaving Hogwarts!" Hufflepuff cried, mad.
"I never said you'd leave it" Strois answered, making everybody, past and present, confused. "I'd just have the school, I could do anything with it, but you'd be there. It's your creation. You're the founders. And none has to know."
"We won't let you change our school like that!" Ravenclaw said. "It's worse than dying!"
"I wouldn't let anybody touch it!" Gryffindor bellowed.
"Our school!" Hufflepuff huffed.
"No." Slytherin said, calm. "I knew you'd want something too big for you. And who are you, anyway? You just gave us your name, no detail."
Strois smiled to himself.
"I am the Lord of Darkness" he answered and everybody stared at him in surprise. Four Founders and Hogwarts Professors and students, everybody stared. "That's how I got all the vampires off you."
"I'm sorry" Ravenclaw said "but we can't give our school even to you."
He present of Hogwarts stared at the past. Why were the Four Founders suddenly so… reverential? Surely the Lord of Darkness was the Dark Lord of the time, no?
"I have no intention whatsoever of becoming its ruler. I do have an intention, however, of making it clear who's master, especially after a few years when you would have left the school for others to rule." Strois of the past said.
"You want the school- why?" asked Hufflepuff.
"Hogwarts will become a very threatened place in a while" Strois replied. "With the threat of the war and all, it needs to be protected."
"And you will protect it why?" Ravenclaw asked the question in the minds of everybody in the Great Hall. If there was a war, surely it would be against the Lord of Darkness, so why would he want to protect the school? Unless… the Founders were all dark.
"That is just for me to know" he answered. "But I bond myself to protect the school whenever it needs help and never become its tyrant. Maybe Headmaster if it needs one, but never a tyrant. I shall leave things the way you make them to be. I vow to do this, if you formally give me the school."
"On what do you vow?" Slytherin asked and the Strois looked thoughtful.
"I vow in front of the sun, the moon and the stars. I vow in front of this planet. I vow in front of the sky. And if I do not do as I have said, should I be taken by the cores of magic to you and if you will not agree with what I have done, the thing which I had done should be undone and my bonding to Hogwarts be destroyed."
The students looked at each other. What-?
"Well…" Gryffindor said
"Um…" Ravenclaw continued.
"Er…" Hufflepuff continued.
"Why the hell not?" finished Slytherin. "Since you did vow like that."
The images disappeared slowly and Strois smiled at them.
"I can feel your questions. I am not evil. I am a person that comes and goes as he wishes and who has great power upon all that is evil. They call me 'the Lord of Darkness' because I have never been defeated by it. Well… they used to call me that. They don't any more. After this, we signed a magical contract. In three copies. One belongs to me. The other is in Hogwarts. The other, after a lot of traveling around between the heirs of the Founders ended up in the Headmaster's office… So, two to Hogwarts, one for me. This is the contract"
He took out a piece of paper and showed it to everybody before letting it go. It remained there in mid-air before starting to read itself in Strois' voice.
"Us, the four founders of Hogwarts: Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw, Helga Hufflepuff and Salazar Slytherin, declare with this contract that the Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry now belongs to Jack Strois, the Lord of Darkness.
However, we are still above him in ownership and therefore have the first word to say in all that concerns the school. The second to us will be him, before any of our descendants and before the ones we put in charge.
I, Jack Strois, take with this contract the second place in school command and vow to protect it when it is in need. I will not go against their will, or this contract will be broken and I will have no power whatsoever over the school and the wards I myself have put will turn, if necessarily, against me.
I swear not to do the following:
I swear not to take control of the school unless it is necessary.
I swear not to change the rules the founders have put in this school without their will.
I swear not to change the school system against the founders' will.
I swear not to modify in any way the school without their will.
I swear not to interfere with the Headmaster's or Headmistress's decisions unless they would come against the founders' will.
I, Jack Strois, Lord of Darkness, have written."
"So, here I am, Owner of Hogwarts" Strois concluded. "I have many things to tell you, many things to do, but first…"
He turned towards the Gryffindor table and grinned maliciously at Binns.
"Heir of Binns, servant of the last remaining Heir of Slytherin, according to your own words, you will leave this existence now. Goodbye!"
"No, reconsider…" the ghost begged. The students stared wide-eyed at the scene. Would wonder never cease? "Please, let me live…"
"You are dead, Adolphus, if I may remind you so. Leave!"
"But-!"
"LEAVE!"
Suddenly shadows gathered in the middle of the room and formed a very beautiful young woman with huge black wings and long black hair, holding one very sharp and shiny scythe.
"Hey, Binns! Nice to see you!" she said in a cold voice. The ghost tried to run away, but the woman jumped after him and cut his head with the scythe. Well, he disappeared the moment the scythe touched him, but still.
"Kate Samantha Backfield" Strois said, rolling his eyes. "Was that necessary? What are you trying to do, scare these people?"
"Oh, come now, Jack-o!" she said, looking very innocent and sounding like a perfectly normal crazed twenty year old. "Death made me do it! She said I should look like this!"
Strois rolled his eyes again.
"This is Kate, she's a Guardian of Death and usually a nice person" he introduced her. "Now, for the reason why I am here… I am here because of the legacy of Sltyherin."
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AN: Well, this was nuts. Lol. I've been planning Jack's Halloween coming ever since I started to work on the Green Flame Torch –which was a long time ago-.
Also, I'm depressed about the amount of reviews I got. Which is one review. Maybe that's why went into slow-mode with the writing. Ah, well… Maybe if I got more :hint, hint:
Thanks to:
Fuyu Taki: I'm glad you still like my story! –it'll be over soon though… oops, spoiler there- And yeah, Harry is awkward around girls. The funny thing is that I was very awkward around boys at first, too. Maybe it just happens:::shrug:
Also, I haven't gotten around to reading your story –mainly because, like many other things including my own stories and plots and a few other stuff, I completely forgot about it. I'll redeem myself soon, though, when I come back from the Art Camp –I'm going in an Art Camp! Haha! I went there last year and it change my life… it did. Not only because of the Camp there, but some other stuff, too :grin: God loves me-