Harry Potter and the Hogwarts Serial Killer
By Kevin Palmer
Chapter 1
In the Trophy Room
It was a dark night, when it all began. Our main character was walking along a long corridor. Harry Potter had pretended to go to sleep, and when everyone was truly asleep, he crept down to the common room, opened the portrait hole, and left.
Harry was on his way to the Trophy Room to meet someone. They had tried meeting for the past fortnight, but they always heard noises just outside the room, so they had to leave seconds after they had arrived.
Why they were meeting at night, in the Trophy Room, in secret, was because they were secretly in love. But all their friends, mentors, and family, well, the other person's family wouldn't approve of this love. So they kept it secret.
Harry finally made it to the Trophy Room. He didn't know how he had gotten there so quickly. It seemed like just moments ago, he had left the Gryffindor Common Room, which was floors above the Trophy Room. He looked around, and saw that the person wasn't there. The excitement of what they were gonna do aroused him. He decided to use this arousal for fun, but only for a little bit, until the other person arrived.
So, Harry crept to a dark corner and laid down on the floor. He immediately regretted it, as the floor was wet.
"Lumos," he whispered, and his wand lit up.
He soon found out why the floor was wet, and regretted lighting his wand.
The floor in this corner was covered with blood. The blood led away, down the wall, and stopped at one of the cabinets a yard or so away. Harry followed it, his wand still lit.
It was a cabinet with a non-see-through door. Harry reached his hand out, but hesitated opening it, scared of what he'd find inside.
He mentally pushed his hand forward, and was able to move it closer to the door. He put his and on the handle, and opened the door, and almost screamed.
He woke up. He was lying on the floor of the Trophy Room, in front of an open cabinet. He vaguely remembered what had happened. Then, it hit him. He looked at the cabinet but it was empty.
That's strange he thought I could've sworn what I saw in here was real. It looked real.
Images of what he saw played like a movie in his mind. He saw the cabinet door open, and inside was Draco Malfoy. The person he was coming to see. But Draco wasn't alive. That, Harry could tell. He was dead.
Draco's feet weren't touching the floor. He was hanging, blood covered his abdomen. Harry thought he saw a hole. He looked up, and knew he was right about what he saw. Draco was hanging, from his own bloody entrails. His face was covered in blood, most likely from Draco's insides.
Harry looked at the cabinet again. There wasn't a trace of blood as far as he could see. He even went into the cabinet and examined it. But he heard a noise. The door to the Trophy room was slowly opening. Harry did the only thing he could think of.
He turned around and closed the door to the cabinet, with him inside of it. He left a tiny crack so he could breathe and see who it was. But he couldn't see who it was. They were in the shadows and it looked like they were wearing a black cloak with a hood that covered their face. Harry closed his eyes, breathed slowly and quietly, and heard a door creak open.
Thinking whoever it was had left, he breathed a sigh of relief and opened his eyes.
The person was standing right in front of him. Something silver glinted ta his side, then flew through the air.