This fanfic is based on a future generation of J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter series. All references or use of J.K. Rowling's characters are rightfully hers, but they're much older now. This story follows the seven years of a group of new students and how they go through their lives at Hogwarts, either happy or miserably. This includes romance, physical and magical violence, and some swearing. This will deal with classes, relationships, magic(of course!), and a soon to be major dark-plot, but won't come after several years. I hope you all enjoy it and review every time I write a new chapter, since your reviews are very helpful and encourage me to continue writing.

Chapter Five - Darkness

Trevor groaned madly, scrubbing the floor with a sponge in his right hand. It was the third day of the school year and he already had detention. He didn't get it, why did he get detention? He didn't do anything, well, he did almost attack Tyler back. Tyler's detention had been to clean the Trophy Room while the caretaker watched him. Trevor had kitchen duties, usually cleaning any messes the house elves left.

The first year looked over his shoulder, seeing two house elves by the oven taking out a funnel cake. He licked lips, even though he had just eaten dinner thirty minutes ago. The sound of a door opening brought his attention to the left of the kitchens. He groaned again, seeing a familiar little girl who he wished he wouldn't have to see. It was Melanie, clad in a blue sweatsuit outfit. Her blonde hair was in two pigtails, both two inches in length. Next to her was a house elf, smiling with a scarlet and gold hat on.

"Hey big brother!" Melanie lunged at her brother, hugging him twice as hard. Trevor let out an annoyed sigh, trying to pull her off of him.

The house elf piped up, "I am Finby, sir, I am glad to be meeting Miss Amaya's brother!"

Trevor managed to get Melanie off of him, watching her laugh. He picked up the sponge he had dropped and began scrubbing the floor again. He only nodded hello to the house elf, not really feeling the neeed to respect him. Melanie glared at him, and went up to him, putting on a fake smile.

"Soooo Trevor," She said, extending the 'o' in so longer than she should've, "why are you scrubbing the floor?"

Trevor glared before answering, "Leave me alone Melanie, I have detention. I don't want you to make it longer."

"Ohhh, so you're the boy that Dobby was talking about. Well, anyway, don't you wanna know how I'm doing?" Melanie said, rocking her head back and forth. Finby smiled at the girl, but heard a loud noise near the ovens. The other house elves had dropped a batter of bread.

"Miss Amaya, I will be going to help them. Call me if needed!" Finby hurried off to assist the house elves.

Trevor watched him go, when he noticed a large black door next to the aisle of pans. He grinned, knowing it contained nothing but some old, empty drawers and counters containing old lesson plans for other classes. He thought of something and turned to Melanie, grinning.

"Melanie, have you ever been in that room?" Trevor pointed at the door.

"No," Melanie's eyes fell on the door, then turned back to her brother, "why do you ask?"

Trevor smiled, feeling pretty evil, "Well, there's a rumor that something is in there."

"What?"

"A hideous creature, who enjoys eating little kids like you for all three meals." Trevor felt happy at telling her this.

Melanie didn't look much unfazed, but she was getting nervous.

"What creature?"

"The Bogeyman! He haunts that room, and sometimes he comes out to devour little kids!" Trevor raised his arms, tyring to scare her.

Melanie backed away then looked back at him, "I don't believe you!"

Trevor grinned, and stood up, pointing at the door, "Well then, prove me wrong."

Melanie at first looked like she was about to do it, but she then stopped and looked back up at him.

"I don't want to," She said nervously, looking at the door with a scared look.

Trevor laughed, then threw the sponge into the nearest bucket, "My work here is done. I'll see you tomorrow, I guess. If he doesn't visit you."

He laughed his way out, leaving Melanie alone with the house elves. She noticed them about to leave the room, when she yelled for them.

"Wait! Don't leave me here alone!"


Two days later...

Stephanie sat down on one of the armchairs, fiddling with a quill in her right hand while she was writing an essay. The roll of parchment was on her lap, and the ink bottle was secured on top of the armrest. She sighed, and thought of how to end the essay, since she had already finished the entire essay besides the conclusion. She was about to write more when she heard the portrait entrance open. Stephanie turned her head to see a small, young girl with blonde hair in pigtails.

"Um ... hello. Are you in the right place?" Stephanie asked, quite unsure if the girl was supposed to be here. She was too young to be a first year, and even if she was, she would've known.

"Yeah, I think, is this the Ravenclaw room?"

Stephanie nodded and watched the girl look around the room, before walking to where Stephanie was.

"Do you know my sister, Andrea?"

"You're Melanie?", Stephanie asked, watching the girl nod, "I'm Stephanie Twilight, I'm a dorm mate of your sister's."

Melanie smiled and shook her hand, at least she found someone who knew her sister.

"Do you know where she's at?"

Stephanie nodded, "She went up to the dormitories to bring down some of her textbooks so we could get started on our Charms essay. I'm still finishing my Potions."

Melanie smiled and took a seat on the armchair next to Stephanie, making herself comfortable. Stephanie looked at the girl, observing her and realised she looked like her mother, the headmistress.

"So what are you here for?"

Melanie looked nervous for a second, then put on a weary smile for her.

"I wanted to know if somethin' ma brother said was true."

Stephanie nodded, but didn't ask anything else. She didn't know Trevor much, except that he was a Slytherin and that he got hit with a cake on the first dinner night. She laughed out loud, then saw Melanie look at her with a confused look on.

"Did your brother tell you what happened to him at the first night of dinner?"

Melanie shook her head, smiling with interest, "No, what happened?"

Stephanie smirked, "Well some Gryffindor boy, I think his name was Tyler, decided to pull a prank. He enchanted a cake to fly over to the Slytherin cake and guess who was the lucky person to get hit?"

Melanie laughed, knowing it had to be Trevor. Now she had something she could use against him, but sadly, everybody was there.

"Yeah, and he received detention because he was going to fight the Gryffindor boy on the way to his mother's office," Stephanie continued, but paused after that seeing Andrea walk down the stairs.

"I think that's rubbish. Trevor wouldn't dare attack someone, he'd cower behind something right away if someone threatened him," Andrea said mockingly, knowing it wasn't true, but had to agree it was funny. She smiled at Melanie and gave her a small hug after putting down the textbooks she had on the table. Andrea then sat down on the armchair next to her sister.

"What are you doing down here?"

"I wanted to ask you something," Melanie asked, her voice growing nervous.

"What is it?", Andrea asked, as she took out a roll of parchment and a quill. It was a peacock fetahered quill she bought before coming to Hogwarts. She took out an 'unspillable' case of sapphire blue ink.

"Um ... I wanted to know if someone was real."

"Who?"

Melanie stuttered before saying the name, "The Bogeyman."

Stephanie grinned, and thought back to something prior to this. She had told her younger cousin about the Bogeyman, and it was hilarious. Andrea looked up from her work, her brows furrowing.

"Who told you that nonsense?"

"Trevor," Melanie said, watching her sister roll her eyes.

"And why did you believe him?" Andrea couldn't believe Trevor would instill such nonsense into his sister.

"He showed me the room where the Bogeyman lived. We didn't go in, but he told me that it eats children like me!"

Andrea sighed, "Trust me, there is no such thing as the Bogeyman. Trevor was lying to you, as usual."

Melanie didn't look convinced.

"Fine, prove it to me. Trevor wouldn't, you can. Prove it to me he's not real."

"Not now, Melanie, we have to finish our essays. You're only delaying our work even more," Andrea said, dipping her quill into the ink.

"But he could eat me anytime if I go back!"

Andrea looked up at Melanie, seeing the fright in the young girl's eyes.

"Fine, let me and Stephanie finish our homework assignments today and we'll meet up with you tomorrow."

Melanie smiled and went to her sister, hugging her. Andrea smiled, and watched the girl head out.

"See you tomorrow! Nice meeting you Stephanie!"

Stephanie watched Melanie leaved, and turned to Andrea.

"We?", Stephanie asked, putting an accusing look on.

"Yes, we. You're going to help me. It's not easy to change Melanie's mind on things so I'm going to need your help," Andrea insisted, Stephanie sighing and nodding.


It was a Saturday afternoon, and Andrea was sitting in the library with Tyler. Andrea decided she would try to do the Defense Against the Dark Arts essay with him, seeing as he was in her class. Stephanie had decided to stay in the common room, so she came down on her won. On the way to the Library she saw Tyler, and rushed to him. He was on his own, but he didn't have any supplies. He wasn't even planning on going to the library, but Andrea convinced him.

"You know Crimson Fire?", Tyler asked, out of the blue.

Andrea shook her head, "No, I don't. What house is she in?"

"Slytherin."

"My brother might know her. Remember, Trevor?"

Tyler smirked, and gave a satisfied smile, "I did Gryffindor good."

"You did Gryffindor well."

"Whatever," Tyler said as his gaze fixed on another location.

Andrea rolled her eyes, and watched his eyes wander the library to a group of Slytherin girls. They were on the other side of the library and Andrea noticed Rose there.

"Is Crimson there?"

"Yeah," Tyler said, his eyes not leaving the table, "She's the girl next to Rose. The one with the pretty eyes and black hair - with red highlights."

Andrea turned to see Crimson Fire, recognizing her as the girl Rose usually sat with during lunch and dinner. She laughed at Tyler's descriptions of her, then noticed the group of girls get up. They were about to walk away, as they passed their table. Tyler's eyes followed Crimson, and hers fell upon his for one second. Crimson blushed and walked along, pretending she hadn't noticed him.

"Have you ever spoken to her?"

"Of course," Tyler said, his attention now focused on Andrea, "It's just she's been avoiding me since what happened with Trevor."

"Maybe she fancies you, like you fancy her. She's probably nervous because of the difference in houses."

"I never said I fancied her," Tyler said, avoiding Andrea's eyes at the moment.

"It's obvious," Andrea said, as she turned her face back to the piece of parchment.

They stayed quiet and decided to turn their attention back on the project, until Andrea thought of something to talk about.

"My sister thinks there's such as thing as the Bogeyman."

Tyler turned to face Andrea, "The Bogeyman? How old is she?"

"Nine. But she can be gullible at times," Andrea said, "Trevor instilled the thought into her."

"What are you going to do about it?"

"Stephanie and I are going to try to prove to her that he's not real." Andrea sighed, and wrote slightly faster to finish up the essay.

"Hey, you think you can help me with this part?" Tyler asked with a desperate look.

Andrea rolled her eyes and took his parchment to see what he was up to.


"Come Out! Dark Being, Show yourself! Come out!"

Andrea looked down at her sister,who was raising her arms up in the air. Stephanie sighed and looked at Andrea, thinking the same thing.

"I thought you were serious Melanie."

"I am, I just wanted to see if he would come out first so I wouldn't have to go in," Melanie said sheepishly, "It's just that I think I'm still a little afraid of going in there."

Andrea rolled her eyes as she looked to Stephanie.

"Hey, don't look at me. You dragged me into this!" Stephanie accused.

"Well, he obviously isn't coming out," Andrea looked at Melanie, "we have to go in."

Melanie breathed in nervously and turned the doorknob, letting the older girls enter first. She followed behind,as they entered a dark room with old, dusty furniture. Andrea looked around, intrigued as she noticed a large book on one of the desks.

Next to the desk were some rolls of parchment, labeled by class and year. Stephanie and Melanie followed Andrea, as she went to the book seeing the words When the Dark is Near on the cover. She rolled her eyes, turning to Melanie.

"See, nothing. There is no Bogeyman, Melanie."

"We didn't even look around!"

Stephanie smirked, "It's like you want to find him."

"I want to see if he's real or not," Melanie cried.

"Well where do you expect us to look? There's only drawers and cbainets here, Mel. Even if the Bogeyman were real, he probably wouldn't be five inches tall and living with dirty class notes," Andrea said.

Melanie's eyes wandered the room, noticing a door next to rather tall clock.

"What about that door?"

Both Andrea and Stephanie turned to see the door.

"He isn't real, Melanie! Trevor was lying to you!"

"PROVE IT TO ME!" Melanie screamed.

At that moment, a loud shriek erupted throughout the room. The three girls eyes all followed the noise to where it lead. The Door.

"He's... here...," Melanie shivered, looking at the door.

"How many times do I have to tell you! There is no Bogeyman, there will never be a Bogeyman and that noise certainly did not belong to the Boge--," Andrea didn't get to finish her rant as another spine chilling shriek erupted the room, followed by the sound of small grumbling.

Stephanie looked around, keeping a straight face. Even though she hid it, it was starting to really creep her out.

"Andrea, what are we gonna do," Stephanie asked.

"We're going to enter that door, wherever it leads to, to prove little Mel that there is no Bogeyman," Andrea answered.

Andrea began moving forward, as Melanie latched onto Andrea's left hand and Stephanie walked next to her on the other side. She opened the door, leading into a large hallway filled with smoke in the ceiling.

The walls were dark red, with heat around every corner. The smoke was coming out of a large room at the end of the hallway. Melanie tugged harder at Andrea's sleeve, scared. The three girls kept on walking and entered the room.

The room had a large sphere hovering in midair, sending smoke out of a hole at the top. The back of the sphere was connected to the wall with a pipe. The hole at the top contained a cover, and as they entered the cover opened, revealing a loud shriek similar to the one they heard before. They covered their ears, since it was louder because they were in the same room with it.

Andrea smiled, "See. No Bogeyman."

"Fine, you were right. Thanks big sis," Melanie said, hugging her. She then turned to Stephanie, 'Thanks Stephanie," and she hugged her also.

Andrea looked at the sphere, observing the details.

"This must be the key to the oven sources and many other heat sources in the kitchens."

"In the muggle world, we have those. We call them boiler rooms, but they have way more pipes," Stephanie answered, remembering prior knowledge.

"Well this obviously is run by magic. I bet many spells were used, Can you imagine all the spells they must have used. Incantations such as fire charms and hovering charms, all used as unlimited resources. That magic is very complex," Andrea explained.

"How do you know all this?" Melanie asked.

Andrea blushed, "I used to sneak into mum's library and read her books about spells."

Melanie snorted, "Wow, I mean, atleast Trevor had a life!"

Andrea glared then gave her sister a hug as they all laughed.

"Let's get out of here before we choke with this smoke," Andrea said.

"I think the smoke's getting to her head," Stephanie said, "She's starting to try to rhyme."

Andrea laughed, "No, I wasn't."

Melanie smirked as they left the room, "Suuuuurrrrrreeee." She extended the sure longer than she should've. She had a tendency to do that with words.