DISCLAIMER - Hello, my name is Cherry. No where in that statement does it imply that I am J.K rowling. Because I am not. I am not filthy rich with millions of fans worldwide, and I am not the creater of the universe of Harry Potter. I aslo do not now, nor will I ever, own Boy Meets World, Scream, or that really nice pair of jeans at the mall.

A/N - First of all, a note to everyone whose reviewed, THANK YOU SO MUCH! This is the final chapter of my first ever chapter fic, and it's dedicated to all reviewers. This chapter was harder to write than the other three, but some of the decisions I made in writing it will be explained in the A:N at the bottom. Hope you still like, and without further adu, chapter 4.

Detention

By: Selene 147

"AUGHH!" Fred screamed, as he turned around to see a girl standing behind him. She screams as well.

"Excuse me!" said Mystery-Girl.

Fred shouts, "Killer, Killer, you're the killer, and I know you're going to tell me you're not the killer, and because you're beautiful you think I'm going to believe you but, I'm not. It's just like that movie, "Killer, Killer, You're The Killer". And I know you're going to tell me that..."

In an assurring voice, Mystery-Girl quickly said "I'm not the killer."

"I believe you." Fred grabs Mystery-Girl and puts her against the wall and kisses her.

Mystery-Girl started to explain herself. "You, see um, I'm in a charms club, and I was staying late after our meeting, and got locked in, I've been so frightened. You are very friendly aren't you?" Fred was still kissing her.

Fred stoped kissing and smiled, "Friendly, enough to keep you safe from the bad, bad, killer man." He pauses. "Hi, Fred Weasley," he puts out a hand for her to shake, "and you are?

She shakes his hand. "Romilda Vane."

Fred smiled even more brightly. "Such a beautiful name, can I call you Romi?

"Everybody does."

While this conversation was going on, George, Harry, Ginny, Ron, and Hermione were watching through the opened door.

"She doesn't look like the killer type to me." said George.

"Me neither, I am however, less sure about Fred." said Ron.

Harry shook his head. "Don't assume, it's always the one you think can't be the killer."

They all walk out into the corridor.

"You can hang with us, Romi."said Ron.

Hermione nodded. "Yeah, as long as we all hang out together, we'll all be safe."

A phone, which appeared out of no where, rings, and Romi screams. Ginny looks at her for a moment, then she screams.

Romilda looks apologetically at Ginny. "I'm sorry, you..."

Ginny interupts, "Yes girl" she snaps her fingers, "I am the screamer around here."

"What's that thing called again?" asked Fred as the phone rang again.

"A telephone, but how could it work here?" said Hermione.

"Beats me, someone answer it." said Harry.

George moved closer to the phone, and picked up the receiver. "Hello?"

A spooky voice on the other end said, "Do you like scary movies? What's your favorite?"

"Ooh, Ok, well I like that one with that hotty hot hot from Party Of Five."

"Neve Campbell?" asked Romilda.

"Duh!" said Fred.

Hermione whispered to Ginny, "Where do they learn all this muggle stuff?"

Ginny gave a small shrug and answered simply, "Dad."

Hermione gave a small nod of understanding.

Ron speaks up, "Guys, we can use this phone to help us!"

"That's a great idea." said Fred, taking the phone from George, "because when we find out who the killer is," he pulls out the cord, "we can hit 'em with this!" There is a short pause, and Fred looks at the phone receiver. "Dun dun dunn."

The phone rings.

Fred answers, "Hello... oh hey," he puts the phone down for a second to tell the group, "It's the killer." He puts the phone back to his ear. "Ahah... mm" he puckers his lips, "Ooh... ahah..." he raises the hand not holding the phone to gesture that the killer talked too much. "Yeah... alrighty... Ba bye." he sighed. "Whew, on and on."

"Well, what did he say? Was he mad?" asked Ron.

"He said what all killers say. He wants to come here, he wants to kill us, he wants us to wait right here."

Everyone ran. A moment later Fred came back, and put the phone back. He checked the change slot, hit the phone, and ran off with the others. Everyone had arrived at the doors to the library. Harry opened the door, looked around, and signaled to the rest that it was ok to go in.

Hermione and Ginny walk past everyone, Hermione whispering, "You know, I don't trust this Romilda Vane character, anymore than I can throw her."

"I know, we don't know anything about her, do we?"

In another part of the library, Fred whispered to George as they both look around, "When did this school get a library?"

George shrugged. "Everyday is a new adventure isn't it?"

"Alright everybody," said Harry, "as much as this goes against my horror movie instincts, I think we should split up, that way the killer can't get to us all at once." Everyone splits up. Ron and Romilda each go down the same row of books. Hermione goes down the row beside it.

Harry wonders out loud, "You know, I don't understand why anyone would do this to us, I mean we're good kids. Why? For what reason?"

Hermione peers through the books at Ron and Romilda, and catches a bit of their conversation.

"Hey, hey, we're all scared," said Romi, "but you know what, don't worry, we'll get out of this." At this Romi gives Ron a light kiss on the cheek, and Ron smiles.

Romilda walked to another part of the library, and looked around. She then looked up in time to see a pile of books fall on her, and she screamed as she fell to the ground. For an instant, the killer could be seen, but he then ducked out of sight again.

Fred ran over in shock. "Romi! I'll save you, Oh!" He is very upset.

"Oh, it's too late," whispered Romi, "but I think I know who the killer is."

"Shh, save your breath, Romi, there'll be plenty of time for that later."

"Fred," Romilda said firmly, "I'm dying."

Fred changes his tone of voice. "Oh, right, ok, um maybe you should tell me now."

"I caught a glimpse of the killer, just before the books hit me. The killer is..."

Fred then looks up, and sees a pile of books falling. He screamed, and Ron and George ran over to find both Fred and Romilda dead.

"Fred!" shouted George, pointing at his twin. He then turns to Romi. "Romi!" he turns back to Fred. "Fred, oh he was my brother, my twin." He looked back at Romi. "I didn't really know her." Again, he looks back to Fred. "He ran half the shop in Diagon Alley, it would go out of business without him! Wait, if I can't afford to keep the shop running," at this he ran the the window, "then I don't want to live."

Ginny realizes what he's doing, and runs after him. She jumps on the window sill and grabs his arm as he's about to jump.

"Wait, wait, don't forget, Harry is still your financial backer. With his help, you can keep the shop running."

George sighs in relief. "Oh, yeah, ok, let's go back inside now, thanks a lot Gin."

The Killer then pushes them off the window sill, Harry, Hermione, and Ron hear them scream as they go down. They rush to the window sill, where the killer still stands, and they trap him so he can't leave.

"Ok, I know I was wrong before, but I really, really think this guy's the killer." said Harry in a scared voice.

"Why are you doing this to us?" Ron yelled.

The killer went up to Ron and Hermione, and put their hands together. Harry then walked up to him, and takes the mask off.

It's Harry. Or, Harry's double, at least.

"Harry?" asked Ron in shock. The real Harry looked at Ron. The scene faded out.

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"Harry?" said Ron, shaking him awake. "Hey Harry?"

Harry opened his eyes and looked at Ron in confusion. "Ron!" He looked around.

"You fell asleep. McGonnagal's looking at you like she's going to kill you."

McGonnagal sat staring coldly at Harry, tapping her fingers on the desk.

"No," said Harry, "she's not the killer. I am."

"What?" asked Ron confusedly.

Harry stood and walked to McGonnagal's desk. "Professor, you can let everyone else go. It's not their fault we're in detention. It's mine."

"How do you figure that?" she asked.

"Well, Ron and Hermione aren't together anymore."

"Yes, I am aware of what goes on in this school, Mr. Potter."

Harry continued. "And I guess I've been taking it pretty hard, and I'm sorry I disrupted the class and killed everyone, but I think I know why I did it." He smiled.

McGonnagal stands. "Pray tell."

Harry turned to Ron and Hermione. "You guys have been ment for each other since... well, as long as I've known you. And if you're not together then I guess I feel there's nothing I can depend on... And it really makes me angry that there's nothing I can do to fix that."

Ron got up. "Harry, you're not responsible for this."

"What do you mean?"

"This isn't your fault." said Hermione.

"Something bad happened, Mr. Potter," said McGonnagal, "but that doesn't make you responsible."

In a very concerned voice, Harry whispered, "Then how come I feel so bad?"

"Well," said McGonnagal. "because you're a troubled young man, I recognize that from the muggle film, 'A Troubled Young Man.'" she pauses. "You may all go, it's obvious that you have suffered enough."

Everyone gets up and leaves. McGonnagal is the last one out the door, and as she leaves, she waves her wand and the lights go out. In the darkness, a strange shrouded figure steps out from behind a desk, opens the door, and leaves.

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For a change of pace, McGonnagal decided to quiz her class on American Geography, mathematics, and other such nonsense never taught at Hogwarts.

"The Great Society, Mr. Weasley."

Ron stood. "Linden Johnson, gendarmes the public policy, ma'am, Professor McGonnagal, ma'am."

"Nebraska, Miss Granger."

Hermione stands up. "Gee, I don't know, you've actually stumped me, ma'am Professor McGonnagal, ma'am." Professor McGonnagal laughs.

"Nebraska, Mr. Potter."

"The only state with a unicameral legislature, ma'am," he salutes, "Professor McGonnagal, ma'am."

"The Pythagorean theorem, Miss Weasley."

Ginny stands. "A squared plus B squared equals C squared, ma'am, Professor McGonnagal, ma'am."

Ron gets up. "Ah, actually I have written a thesis which disputes that theory, and when I except my field medal from mathematics I will be sure to thank you, ma'am Professor McGonnagal, ma'am... come on everybody," at this point all students stand and start to applaud. "let's give a hand to ma'am Professor McGonnagal, ma'am."

Professor McGonnagal is rudely awakened by the class throwing paper at her and laughing, and going absolutely crazy throwing paper at each other.

She yells over the noise of the class, "Nebraska, Mr. Potter, Nebraska!"

Harry yells back, "That's the 75 state, major exports tortias!"

Hermione, in a very uncharacteristic display, laughs as she joins in the paper fight.

McGonnagal eyes her wand hungrily. If only it weren't illegal...

A/N: I can't beleive it's done! You can have no clue how happy I am right now. To my wonderful reviewers, I love you all. I hope you have enjoyed this fic, and stuck with it, even through my pointless ramblings, and excessively long commercials. About casting Romilda as Pheffy, well, I had quite a hard time picking someone. I didn't want to make an OC, because then she would be classified as a Mary Sue by my friend Kitty, and I didn't want that, and I wanted it to be someone they wouldn't know well. And, this is AU, completely disregarding book 6, so I figured nobody had met Romilda. And the name worked. I aslo switched around a lot more things than I have in other chapters, I hope it was still alright. But it's done! That's unbelievable! If I ever post more stuff on this site (which I plan to) would you please be wonderful people again and read and review that? It would be really nice.

And don't forget to leave me one last review, telling me how it was. PLEASE, I'm still a reviewaholic, I love them like air. You people are the best. One last goodbye, Cherry