a/n: This Authors note has not been beta'ed. This is mostly due to he fact that my beta reader is a much nicer person than i am, and would most likely tell me to ignore stupid pepole. But she is a much nicer person than i am. At this point i would like to repete something that i have said in a number of other chapters. THIS IS MY STORY! THESE ARE MY CHARACTERS. IF I WANT THEM TO ALL ENGAGE IN A LARGE ORGY IN THE MIDDLE OF THE GREAT HALL, I CAN, AND WHY YOU ASK? BECAUSE ITS ((MY)) STORY. i still have a whole lot of story left to write, so dont piss me off with your ignorent talk of OOC and OC, no one ever said i HAD to write in Cannon, and as far as "Raping America" sweetheart, dont piss me off, ok? because this can get ALOT worse.
For the rest of you LOYAL and WONDERFUL reviewers, thank you for the support, and although this cahpter is short, it is an important filler.
Chapter 28- A Bloody Situation
"That was, like, the best party ever!" Jeff exclaimed as she snuggled into Blaise. The last of the guests had just staggered out the door holding each other up and laughing drunkingly.
"It kind of makes made me miss my club," Spike said as he gazed around the room, "actually, it gives me an idea."
Rivers eyed him wearily. "What kind of idea?"
"You make it sound like all my ideas are bad."
"Not bad, just not safe either." Jeff said, making the twins snicker.
"Name one time that my ideas have gotten someone hurt."
"The time that you decided to have a foam bar one night a week, and Jeff slipped and broke her arm." Rivers vounteered
"Or the time you decided that you and Dusty were going to set up the lights and Dusty got electricuted."
"How about the time when you wanted all your waitresses to learn Flaire and Gin got knocked out by a bottle of vodka."
"Or the time you were going to 'fix' the amp and caught the club on fire."
"You know, i only asked for one time, right?" Spike asked the three grinning girls, not even bothering to deny said incidents, which caused everyone to laugh.
"You know, you four are a trip." Fred said once everyone had setled down a little."
"Yea, well, we try." Jeff said with a bright smile as she threw a peanut at Gin, who skillfully caught it in her mouth.
"So, Malfoy, good birthday?" Harry asked the blonde.
"Best ever, and Potter, just because i am tolerating your existance for the moment dosent mean i like you, just that i drank enough to momentarily forget why i hate you."
"Thanks, i was starting to get scared there for a minute." Harry said sarcastically.
"You know," Hermione started, catcing everyones attention. "since the head boy is incapacitated at the moment, that leaves me to tell you all that its getting late and we should start heading back to our rooms."
"I'm not that wasted, Granger, I know its late. I'm just abnormally happy and can tolerate Potter, that doesn't mean that i am smashed." He said as he stood up with everyone else.
"Hey, Slymies, can i crash on your sofa tonight?" George asked, knowing that Fred and Hermione waould welcome the alone time, and would probably rather not ave him crashing with them.
"I don't have a problem with that as long as i wake up looking exactly the same as i go to bed." Pansy said as she eyed one of the biggest trouble makers in Hogwarts history.
"Yea, if i wake up sproating feathers, Gin's brother or not, you will never procreate, or engage in the act again." Rivers stated.
"Aww, you Slymies are absolutly no fun." George said with a pout, but agreed.
"Better you guys than us." Harry said with a laugh, causing the slytherins to wonder if the prankster had any intention of keeping with the terms.
"Shut your pie hole, Potter, and try not to drop my brother on his big head." George said indicating to Ron who was passed out in a chair not to far away.
"Talk about over indulgence." Harry complained as he hefted the taller boy over his shoulder.
"We can come by and clean up tomorrow." Pansy said as she followed the group out the door and down the stairs. The two groups parted ways when they reached the landing, calling goodnights over their shoulders.
Ginny walked a couple of paces ahead of the group listening in as George filled her in on the latest happinings of their large family.
"Nox, put your wands out before we start down the stairs, the last thing we need is for Filch or Snape to catch us, because there is no way that we can explain how we are all out this late after curfew, and i dont fancy detention." Draco said, interupting Georges impression of Mrs. Weasily scolding MR. Weasily for bringing home another muggle contraption.
But when Ginny stepped on the bottom step her foot slipped out from under her causing her to land hard on the stone floor. The hand she had thrown out to catch herself had landed in sticky wetness. The mattalic scent of blood flooded her senses, making her gag as images on bloody, mangaled bodies filled her mind. She opened her mouth to scream as Draco lite the tip of his wand to reveal
the bloody, unmoving body of Clavin Miller. Ginny's screams echoed off the stone walls of the dungeons.
"Did anyone see Mr. Miller leave?" Dumbledore asked thirty minutes later. Snape had been startled out of his office by Ginnys screams and had happened upon the gory scene. It hadn't taken long o establish that Calvin wasn't dead, just badly injured and in a coma. They had rushed him to St. Mungos.
"Fred and I wrked the bar, sir. He left early. He was at the bar the whole time he was at the party."
"Do you believe he was intoxicated, Mr. Weasily?"
"No sir, he drank sprite all night. Except right before he left. He said he wanted to celebrate a life changing decsion he had just made. Ordered a glass of beer, drank a gulp, than said he was going to go and have the first real nights sleep hes had since teh start of term. He looked tired, but no sir, he wasnt drunk.
"DUMBLEDORE!" Cornilious Fudge, Minister of Magic, yelled as he came bursting through the door, followed by a very harrassed looking McGonagal and a sneering and brassed off Snape. "I don't know whats ben going on at this school this year, what with students being kidnapped and attacked, illegal usage of restricted potions, and now this! Now there are Raves and drinking and a staudent in a coma at St Mungos! The Ministry will not tolerate this, Dumbledore, i demand an explanation! And what is that Weasily doing here! Anyone who isnt a student or a teacher must vacate the primises, by order of the Ministry!" He said glaring at the occupants of the office.
"Cornilious, calm yourself. This is still my school, and you know i will not tolerate interfericne from the Minestry. You and I have already discussed at length prior events that had taken place. Tonight there was a party, yes, but it was a properly chaproned party. Both the head Girl and Boy were in attendence, along with a handfull of perfects. Along with Proffesor Flitiwicks and Proffesor Snapes assistants, the Mr. Weasily's. And as for Mr Miller, they can tell you at St. Mungos that his blood alchole level did not exceed the maximum level for underaged wizards by a long shot. All we can do is waite until he wakes up to tell us what has happened. Now, if you wouldn't mind, it has been a hectic night, and I'm sure that these students will be wanting to head back to their rooms. And i believe that you owe Mr. Weasily an apology for your rash behavior." Fudge looked like he had swalloed his tounge. Jefferson had to remind herself that under the circumstances, laughing at the little purple man wasn't appropriate.
"Right, right. Sorry about that chap, so, which assistant are you now?" Fudge inquired looking a bit suspicious.
"Snaps, Sir. Always had top marks in Potions." And, he was telling the truth. Out of the twins, he had always been better at potions where Fred was better at charms.
Over the next couple of weeks the most talked about thing was the news of Calvin Miller. Both The Daily Prophet and The Hogsmead Howler featured articals and weekly updates. The student body had even come up with their own scenerios.
The "smart" Ravenclaws believed that it was some twisted form of Darwins Survival of the Fitest Law. They believed that the Slytherins were slowly starting to kill off their own housemates, trying to rid themselves of the weakest links. They tended to hide when ever someone wearing green approached, just in case the Slytherins had moved on to offing other houses.
The Hufflepufs who had trouble believeing in the bad side of the human race, even after all the trouble earlier in the year, not to mention Voldermort and his followers terririzing the wizarding community and murdering people on a whim, refused to think it was an attempt on his life. They perffered the belief that he had simply tripped oven an untied shoelace, causing him to topple down the stairs and bash his head. Now, they all walked around checking their shoelaces every five minutes and walking into other people. They seemed to completely over look the fact that Calvin Miller had always worn dragon hide boots, with out laces.
The Gryffindors and Slytherins seemed to be the only houses staying withen the realms of reason, and that was only because George had been there when the boy had been discovered and had retold the story to Hermione, and she had booked no argument when she had informed the her
house. Besides, if she caught wind of anyone gossiping about the incidents, or embelishing the story in any way, she took major points.
"You know, it's kind of strange, but even with her cousin in a coma, Sunday Miller is still a cold hearted bitch." Jefferson said as she looked up from the potions book she had been studying intently. Mid terms were right around the corner after all.
"i heard Snape offered her a day off to go visit him at the hospital, and she refused. i mean, considering that they were attached at the hip not to long ago you would think that she would be beside herself with worry." Pansy said as she too sat aside her study material.
"I know, she's acting like nothings wrong. She's just carrying on like nothings wrong." Ginny observed, looking up from her Transfiguration notes.
"She's so creepy, she makes my skin crawl." Hermione shuddered as she finished up thier study scheduals.
"I just don't understand it, is all. If it were someone in my family i would be freaking out." Rivers said, completeley confused how someone could just blow off their family like that.
"Hey. You actaually gave us a Hogsmead day, see, I told Blaise that you weren't a natzi." Jeff exclaimed with a grin as she studied the paper that Hermione had just given her.
"i resent that, and i am going to tell Zabini that, too." Everyone laughed.