Hiya me fellow fan readers. Now like I said, this chapter is wait so ever, a bit long. But it is going to get longer and longer. I am trying to match J.K Rowlings chapters. I know, weird. So far, three pages. Good progess! Anyways, I was re-reading all of the Harry Potter books and something came up to me. I won't tell you, but I DO know what is going to happen in the next book for Harry Potter. (Title of next book, is un-known). Anyways, this story is going to spoil some things for you. Some of them is my own made up stuff while others, are spoliers. Don't worry, no spoliers have came up so far. I will let you know when it comes!

S.P.D Purple Ranger: Yes, Peeves is going to be taken part in some action. But not now!

Rachel: Star Wars Makeover, I am going to go by your rel name since that you hate your other fanfiction penname. Peeves, oh joy? Why? Peeves is real funny. Well not in the game, he is rude. But he is part of the spirit that makes up an every day life at Hogwarts! And it does not matter if you don't submit in reviews. I just want to now what my readers think!

The Dark Advenger 1942: I WANT TO KNOW YOUR REAL NAME! Not Lee, your real real real name! Tell me now! This chapter might predict you a bit...And the Fallen stuff or a bit of it is here!

Read on, and Readers! Please do read these notices, and I don't own Harry Potter nor the Fallen but just Katrina and Peeves being Head Master! Enjoy! Or, what Dumbledore would say, "Tuck in!'


Chapter 4:

Diagon Alley:

"Peeves?" Harry asked confused.

"Yeah, Peeves. Why you ask?" Katrina replied while she kept her eyes on the floor were black clouds were emerging from.

"Well, Peeves is a joker, who is dead," Harry said while he too, began to stare at the black smog.

"Peeves can be nice if he takes things seriously. I mean, throwing Dungbombs is not an option of what I am saying. And, Harry," Katrina said not taking her eyes off of the smog which began to form into a creature.

"Yeah," Harry asked. He urged his wand forward, ready to cast a spell.

"Don't attack, we don't know what it is yet," Katrina said. She too, began to urge her wand forward.

The smog slowly began to take its form. It made a screeching noise that only wizards and witches alike could hear. It began to form a head, a long tentacle nose with tentacles around it. Its head began to go back till its head formed a shape of an oval. Its arms and legs formed. They were skinny, but they had long nails for scratching. A cloak formed at the back of the creature, and it opened its red gloomy eyes of death.

"Harry," Katrina said. "Get back right now."

"What is wrong?" Harry asked.

"This is a void walker," Katrina said.

"A void what?" Harry asked.

'Void Walker you fool…' the creature spoke. It hovered inches above the ground.

"Void Walker? What is that?" Harry asked confused.

"Void Walkers," Katrina began. "Are blind. But, their red eyes can pick up magical beings. And being a wizard or witch or magical creature is not the best idea. Also," Katrina paused to catch her breathe. "Also, they are the best known spell casters ever to walk."

"Oh, now I see. But, may I ask big sister. What type of spells do they cast?" Harry asked his big sister.

"Harry, little brother. This is not the best moment to be asking this question. But, none of our spells meet their spell casting. And," Katrina added. "They are known to suck souls, which makes up the army of the Fallen. And, they can do almost every single thing there is that deals with the elements." Katrina answered.

"So, do we attack it or run?" Harry asked stepping away.

"We run, but we don't have to. It is just an illusion to scare you. The real ones cause a poison gas in the area the kills you within seconds of breathing it," Katrina replied.

Harry's heart leaped with joy. It was only a fake. "So, can we go to Diagon Alley or what?" said Harry nervous.

"Change of plans. Get your things, we are going to our Godfather's home," Katrina said. Harry's joy fell down onto a piece of brick. "And yes I am in the Order," Katrina said which answered Harry's about-to-say question.

"Wait, you mean that we are going back to Sirius's home?" Harry asked. 'I don't want to go back…I don't want to go back…I don't...Just leave me alone!' Harry thought.

"Yeah, it is still the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix you know," Katrina said. "And you are underage right?" she asked Harry looking scared for the first time since he had seen her.

"Yeah, I am underage. Why you ask?" Harry asked. Then it smacked him in the face. "I did magic," he said worried.

"Don't worry, they won't expel you," Katrina said.

"And why is that?" Harry asked.

Katrina stared at Harry for a second or two. "Because," she began. "Your 'Sectumsempra' spell is not a real spell. The Ministry of Magic can only detect that you cast a spell by the spells known already. And obviously, that spell you just cast onto the Fallen was not real."

Harry's heart leaped with joy again. "So, my ass is okay?"

"Yeah, now hand me a pen," Katrina demanded.

"Hand you a –what--? Harry asked confused.

"Hand me a pen!" Katrina demanded at once. Her temper began to rise. She kept on taking quick looks at the Void Walker.

Harry ran to around the house looking for a pen. 'Where is a pen? Where is a pen?' Harry thought. He came across an ink pen. He grabbed it and then he ran back to where Katrina was standing.

"Thanks," Katrina said while she snatched the pen from Harry's grip. She turned to the Void Walker. "I know what your weakness potato face!" Katrina told the Void Walker. "You might only be an illusion, but you can still cause damage!"

"Then what is my weakness then?" the Void Walker spoke in an icy tone which made Harry shiver.

"Pens," Katrina replied. Then she threw the pen at the Void Walker who made fearful screech then blew up.

"Okay, I go and get my stuff?" Harry asked to his sister.

"Sure you may, I will be down here waiting. And while I wait, I am going to clean this slime off. Muggles are too clean," Katrina said.

Harry walked up the stairs while he silently laughed if they had left the slime there. 'What would the Dursleys' do if they found slime all over the living room?' Harry though. 'Probably scream their heads off,' a voice in Harry's head said. But then he heard the faint spell of cleaning…

"'Scourgify'!" Katrina yelled. In an instant, the mess was gone. "Harry, you done?" Katrina yelled up.

"Almost!" Harry yelled back down. He began to stuff anything magical he could find in his trunk. 'Wand checks…Firebolt check…Homework check…Textbook check…Robes check…Hedwig check…Now what else?' Harry thought.

A faint groan from the room made Harry jump. A limp body was in his bed. Harry stepped forward slowly, pointing his wand to the limp groaning figure.

"Who are you?" Harry asked slowly.

The limp body only groaned more.

"'Lumos'" Harry said in a low tone. His wand flashed a bright light at the limp figure. Harry examined it very carefully from a safe distance. The limp figure was male, average build, and looked just about Harry's age (17). Harry flashed the light into the limp figure and then Harry grasped. This person had long white-blond hair that was covering his face. He wore the mark of Slytherin. This limp figure was non other than…

"Draco Malfoy," Harry whispered…


I laugh. Draco Malfoy has ended up in Harry's home. Void Walkers...Peeves...Katrina being Harry's sister...What next? And no Harry is not going to kill Draco or rip his head off! Sorry...You might like it...Stay tune! And Reviews on what you think! NOW!