Disclaimers and Notes: Good Gad, you get it by now!

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Author: Lady Geuna

Official Editor: Giesbrecht

THIS CHAPTER RATED PG-13 FOR MILD AND HEAVY VIOLENCE

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Summary: You should know by now. ^__~

Secrets are out, enemies revealed, more than one life may be put on the line, nothing is as it seems, and the fate many may lie in the hands of a strange darkness that no one can touch...

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"..." - speech

'....' - thoughts

/..../ - with italics means a part of a flashback.

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Body Tag (Part 1 of 2)

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"I hate to be blunt, James, but with you there wasn't just a slight slip with reality, you were insane. You'd go mad one moment, forget everything the next, and in a day you're right as rain, and I didn't feel anything from you. I didn't get that... cold feeling whenever I would come near you... … Whatever it was wasn't just something common in the least. And I don't think it's as gone as we think, either, whatever it was..."

~ Remus Lupin, Fanfiction "Charmed Curses", Pranks, Plots and Planning: Part 2, by Lady Geuna

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"RON!"

The redhead had dropped his things on the stairs and jumped from the moving stair, landing just short of the railing, hands clamping onto it, dangling there for a moment before be managed to get his feet onto the landing. His efforts to climb over railing, however, failed, but Hagrid was quick to come to his aid.

Harry was careful to still keep his wand pointed, though he was having trouble, having to discard his own things on the floor and kept one hand on the railing so he didn't fall as the staircase --trembling and rumbling-- moved beneath him.

Hermione had yet to show any reaction at all.

"Ron," Hagrid boomed, "hang on there, I've got ya!" He was carefully picking Ron up from under his arms, ready to lift him, concentrating on that task and nothing else. But Ron wasn't paying any attention to Hagrid, but rather who was standing behind him.

"No, Hagrid, don't let her-"

"Expelliarmus!"

It took Harry a moment to believe he had been disarmed, by Hermione. He didn't even see her go for her wand, but it was far too late now.

Looking up sharply Harry saw his wand fly through the air in an elegant though sharp arch, go over the railing, falling downwards, while all at the same instant gripping the railing a little tighter as the staircase came to a sudden, jerking halt. Harry heard his wand hit something, clattering onto a surface, and considering the timing, he knew it had have landed just below him. He silently hoped that it wasn't broken or damaged, knowing perfectly well that a wand even slightly damaged was simply no good.

There was too much to take in at the moment. Too much that Harry didn't understand (though oddly enough there a lot that Ron seemed to know). Harry wasn't sure what he was seeing at all.

But more importantly, Harry saw that the staircase he was standing on, while still pointed toward a different passage, also connected to a walkway that went along the wall and led back to where Ron, Hermione and Hagrid were.

At almost the very instant that Harry had begun to move (which was at about the same time Hermione had disarmed him) Hermione had also reached out a hand toward Hagrid, grasping at one of the hands that held Ron.

Many things happened then.

Hermione's eyes closed and she fell to the floor like a limp sack.

Hagrid froze, allowing his careful hold on Ron to slip… no, he seemed to let go entirely.

Ron gave a startled yelp as he fell, and this time he totally missed the railing, hands coming down hard on the landing floor with an audible slap, stopping his decent as suddenly as it had begun.

"Ron! HAGRID!"

At first is almost occurred to Harry that perhaps he should look for his wand. After all, he couldn't do much to help without it. On the other hand, there was no time for that, it would take too long and he was only feet away from Ron now. He needed to help Ron, now!

As soon he came close enough he found himself dropping down on his hands and knees. Grabbing onto Ron's sleeve he held on as tightly as he could, his gaze quickly shifting from the unconscious Hermione to Hagrid, who was starring blankly ahead. "Hagrid, help us!"

It was when Hagrid looked down at Harry that he knew… Whatever had been wrong with Hermione was most definitely wrong with the giant now. It still felt cold… But it wasn't because of Hermione anymore, that much was quite apparent.

Harry gasped in shock when Hagrid suddenly reached down for him, grabbed the back of his robes and lifted him into the air, away from Ron. Having Hagrid so near was making him very chilled and even dizzy. So dizzy that it barely registered that Hagrid was holding him over the railing.

Harry remembering surviving one fall in his life… During his third year, a Quidditch game…

But there was no Dumbledore or magic pillow for him to land on. If by some miracle he did survive the fall, he would be in for a world of pain. Harry thought he remembered seeing a staircase below them, crossing maybe second floors below. But that wouldn't save Harry if he…

Hagrid let go.

Harry heard Ron screaming, but it was barely audible as air rushed past his ears. He squeezed his eyes shut, ready for it, for the end, unable to make even a smallest sound as his whole body tensed.

"Wingardium Leviosa!"

Harry felt himself slow down… He didn't hit the stairs, and standing at the entranceway to the staircase Harry had nearly slammed into was…

"Dad!"

And at the same moment, Harry distinctly heard Lupin yelling something, and Sirius' voice bellowing, "Stupefy!"

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The three of them had decided to go in different directions, James on the first floor, Sirius on the third and Remus on the fourth. But each now faced equally pressing dilemmas.

Remus took in the sight of Hermione, laying unmoving on the floor, and Hagrid turning to walk away down the stairs in Remus' direction (which led up to the fifth floor).

"Hagrid?" He thought he had heard James yelling a moment ago, but he wasn't sure.

Hagrid immediately stopped and looked at him, frowning as Remus brought up his wand. Warning bells were going off in his head and he could feel perspiration begin to form on his forehead. A cold sweat, for Remus was anything but warm.

He had this same reaction before, with James, when…

Remus had to fight to keep his own panic in check, he had a job to do! 'Keep it together, Remus Lupin!'

"Don't move, Hagrid," he called with as much authority as he could muster at the moment, holding his chin a little higher, "I'm warning you!" But Hagrid wasn't listening, and moved as if to keep going.

"Stupefy!"

Startled, Remus raised his hands over his head as a spell went flying from… somewhere—he wasn't sure where—hitting Hagrid square in the chest. A moment later (as Hagrid only stumbled back a step, keeping his footing), another spell went flying, crashing though the railing and shattering it to rubble. This once again forced Remus to raise his arms in defense from the flying debris.

Sirius stood on the floor below on the staircase, leaning over the railing as to give himself just the right angle. He then broke into a dead run for the nearest exit, trying to make it to the next floor as quickly as he could. As Sirius ran he shouted, "Dammit, Remus, now is not the time to hesitate! TAKE HIM DOWN!"

'Hesitation… Don't hesitate!'

Then an idea struck him.

Remus dashed forward, dodging carefully as Hagrid grabbed for him, but he was determined to stay out of reach, even though the giant seemed abnormally fast. Once behind him, Remus pointed his wand at the small of Hagrid's back, and in the blink of an eye ropes burst out of the tip and began coiling themselves around Hagrid as he struggled to viciously fend the off.

He could see Sirius coming up the staircase, shouting to him while at the same time casting "Stupefy" repeatedly on Hagrid as he thrashed. "Remus! Remus, get Ron!"

'Ron?'

"Professor!" Remus' eyes widened when he followed the strangled cry and finally noticed a pair of hands gripping the stair ledge, figures bloodlessly white; fingers that were slipping rapidly. "I can't hold on!"

Remus did the only thing he could think of and dived for Ron, arms reaching through the stone columns that connected from the steps to the banister, grabbing hold of Ron's wrists just as he slipped. He nearly screamed aloud as Ron jerked to a halt, his arms feeling as though there were nearly ripped from their sockets.

He heard James screaming Harry's name as though in a panic…

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"Hang on," James called. "I've got you!"

Wingardium Leviosa had succeeded to stop his son's decent. But now the boy simply dangled there in the air, upside down with no way of changing his position, and there was only one way to go but up.

So up he went, James doing his best to control the spell—humans were very different from inanimate objects. Of course Harry had just reached up past the third floor, almost reaching to staircase on which Remus and Sirius were, where Ron was dangling helplessly, when another staircase passed under him. Harry disappeared from James line of sight and he lost his concentration. He heard Harry let out a surprised yelp.

James cursed himself. "Harry? Harry, are you alright?!"

"Dad, I'm okay!"

Harry yelped as he fell, feeling oddly like a carpet had just been swept out from under him. But when he fell Harry had somehow managed to get his hand out in front of him to break his fall, though gaining two very nastily bruised knees, his glasses nearly slipping from his face.

"Harry," he heard his father calling frantically, "Harry, are you alright?!"

Harry got to his feet quickly, ignoring the dull pain in his knees, calling back even as the staircase continued to move into place, "Dad, I'm okay!" He looked over the railing to see James running up the nearest stairwell.

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Then Harry heard rapid talking just over his head, looking up to see Ron's feet dangling as they passed above him, and Lupin's voice talking quickly.

"Ron, I'm letting go."

"Are you crazy!? Wai-"

"Harry! CATCH HIM!"

A second later Harry noticed his father running toward him in his peripheral vision.

Another second later and Ron was plummeting downwards, screaming at the top of his lungs the whole way down. Harry only had a moment to prepared himself for the impact, opening his arms wide in an attempt to catch his friend, trying to stay under Ron as the staircase moved, wondering who was going to break his fall.

"Harry!" His father arrived just in time for part, if not most, of the impact.

The three of them went down in a tangle of limbs, all three trying to get his footing, Harry trying to reach his wand, which he'd just noticed near the edge of a step not far away from where the three had fallen. They all were panting from physical exertion, James from sprinting up two flights of steps, his inky hair plastered onto his forehead.

"Ron," Harry yelled, helping his father shove Ron off them, gasping at the effort it took to get another breath before yelling again. "What the bloody hell is going on here?!"

Ron looked to Harry as if he had gone daft, eyes wild. "Don't you get it? Harry, they're possessed!"

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Sirius was getting exhausted. He had to charm Hagrid nearly twenty times before he finally stopped moving, laying on his back on the top landing. Remus had helped him at the last minute, and the two now stood of the unconscious half-giant.

"'Bout time," Sirius breathed, eyes shifting to Hermione, who Remus was now checking. The whole time Remus was rotating his arms at the shoulder as though they irritated him.

"Come on," Remus said gently, patting the girl on the cheek. "Hermione, wake up…"

Hermione groaned a little, but didn't open her eyes.

Remus frowned then looked up to Sirius, a little smile reaching his eyes. "I think she'll be all right, but I think she ought to be taken to the Hospital Wing immediately, just in case. But she's just fine." Well, this was good news…

James, Harry and Ron arrived on the scene not long after. Ron and Harry quickly went to Hermione's side, looking panicked, while James stood with his own friends, looking on with a blank face.

"Hermione," Ron called, slapping at Hermione's cheek with one hand and shaking her shoulder with the other, "Hermione, wake up! Open those eyes, Hermione!"

Sirius shook his head, leaning forward to grip the boy tightly by the shoulders and moved pulled him back. "Stop that, Ron. Calm down. She'll be fine…"

"But—"

As Sirius released the redhead, James suggested quietly, "Why don't you and Harry take Hermione to Madame Pomfrey. And Harry?" When addressing Harry now it lacked the usual gentleness they were accustomed to hear. He sounded like… well, a father. It was hard to describe… "After that go directly to Dumbledore. Tell him what you can, but get to him, and get him here as soon as you can." To Sirius and Remus he said, "Ron tells me these two were… possessed?"

Ron nodded vigorously. "I read it in this book." He gestured down the stairs, where their school equipment was scattered. "I-I mean I'm doing a project, it's this sprite, and-"

"It went into Hagrid when Hermione touched him," Harry said, cutting in. "Don't touch him! No matter what!"

"We won't," Sirius said. "I think we know better now."

"Of course," James agreed, again with that same low tone. "Now you two go."

Harry starred at James for a moment before looking down toward Hagrid. "Will he be all right…?"

"He'll be fine. Please, go."

James watched after Harry closely as he and his friends left, carrying Hermione between them, only revealing his deep frown to his two friends as he turned back around, gazing down at the unconscious Hagrid. "I don't understand what this is…"

Remus shook his head. "Hagrid is a gentle person, he would never do what he did unless under some influence… nor Hermione… and neither would you, James."

James couldn't suppress a shiver…

"Then this thing was what made James crazy," Sirius questioned, poking the tip of his boot to Hagrid's shoulder before Remus swatted at him and ordered him to stop. "At least there seems to be one of them… whatever it is."

"So," James said slowly, "Hermione was the one the whole time… It used her, and through her knew of the Map…?"

"That sounds about right, doesn't it?"

"I hope we didn't hurt him," Remus said, crouching down by Hagrid head, observing, but not touching, Sirius and James standing opposite him. Remus shivered. "I felt it on him… it's the exact same thing, I'm sure… Do you feel that cold?"

It was cold… It hung in the air. James could actually feel himself breathing it, how it chilled him from the inside out. It seemed to bring back memories… Horrible memories…

Lily…

It was then that Hagrid's eyes snapped open, and his hands shot up at either side, the ropes binding him snapping like mere thread. All James remembered was a hand grabbing his ankle, yanking hard, and he found himself falling backward. He couldn't do anything to stop his fall, the banister wasn't within reach.

He felt his skull connect with the stone steps with a heavy clunk! and all was black…

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Sirius hadn't been expecting it. One hand grabbed James' ankle, yanking his feet out from under him, sending the man sailing backwards down the stairs with a startled cry, and he landed hard.

James didn't get up again.

Hagrid's other hand had grabbed Remus' wrist, consuming his wand-hand and forearm in one hard, crushing grip. Remus looked like he was trying very hard not to scream in pain, his face screwed up with effort, eyes wide with shock.

Of course Sirius would've reacted if he could, but it happened too quickly. Too quickly. Hagrid, despite his size, was already on his feet, even as Sirius raised his wand to try a spell he knew would have no effect whatsoever. But the hand that had grabbed James' leg now grabbed him at the neck, covering half his face. He felt his feet leave the ground.

But it wasn't this that was so terrible. It was the feeling, the cold. The instant Hagrid touched him, Sirius felt his body go rigid, he could hardly find himself struggling as he felt so… numb…

Memories of a horrible place…

Screams of agony and torture rang so clearly in his ears it took a great mental effort to push it away. What was happening to him?

But he could still hear Remus, whom Hagrid still held captive. Sirius could still see him with blurring eyes. "Hagrid," Remus screamed. "Hagrid, please, put him down! Hagri-aah!" Remus' knees were buckling out from under him, his free hand still pushing against Hagrid's in a vain effort to free himself.

Sirius couldn't breath. But oddly enough that wasn't what he was worried about most of all in this situation.

He didn't like the way Hagrid was looking at Remus, so closely, as though examining him.

He didn't like the way the hard stone floor felt under him as he suddenly fell. Air filling his lungs in large gulps, only to be forced out again when he landed on his back, making his cough and gasp in effort of breath normally. But the cold, numbing feeling was gone almost instantly, though it still hung in the air around him, it was gone. The visions here gone as well. That was all that mattered…

To Sirius' surprise Hagrid's massive form landed right next to him. The half-giant slumped to his side with a moaned, "Ooooh," and this time was most definitely unconscious. At first Sirius didn't understand what had happened, what could have caused this, though maybe someone had come by and cast some sort of spell without him hearing it.

Sirius knew he was dead wrong when he saw Remus, standing, clutching his arm to himself, his eyes shifting rapidly from side before settling on Sirius, his breath coming out in hyperventilating gasps.

"…. Oh Merlin," Sirius choked, finding it difficult to speak at first, like his windpipe had been bruised. "Remus, is it…?"

"Stay away from me," Remus hissed sharply, breaths coming out even faster. Any faster and the werewolf was sure to faint. "Stay away from me, don't touch me." He walked backward until his back hit the wall, then he slide down to the floor, eyes starring at nothing, his face growing paler by the second.

Sirius gulped, frightened, but not for himself. This thing… This thing was hopping bodies, and from what Sirius was seeing it didn't know unconsciousness. Hagrid was knocked out, but this thing had been waiting for them the whole time!?

Remus was huddling again the wall, looking like a frightened, caged animal, hands feeling along the wall, fingers curling and scratching at the stone as if looking for a secret knot or lever that would give him escape…

Sirius hated seeing Remus like this. Remus wasn't some creature or scared animal, he was a human being… "Moony, I have to help you…"

"I'm a monster," Remus whispered, raising his hands and clutching his head, fingers hooked like claws. His eyes were wide as he rocked back and forth. "I'm a monster, I can feel it, I know it!" He took in a sharp, hissing breath as he saw Sirius advance closer. "Don't touch me!!!"

At hearing Remus' voice Sirius jumped in surprise.

It didn't sound human anymore…

"Moony… Moony, I don't know what this thing is… But I can still hear you." Yes, it was still Remus… With Hagrid, he'd been a zombie, but this was his Remus! "I don't know what it's doing, but I can-"

"Too many," Remus whimpered, and he squeezed his eyes shut, sending two tracks of tears sliding down the now alabaster flesh of his cheeks. "Too many… There are two of them, Padfoot, two of them…"

"Two of them…?"

"One of them wants you to be afraid… You aren't running, though… The other… it wants to tear you… It wants to kill… Rip you…" His eyes began to glaze over, head tilting upwards…

One wants… oh no…

"That thing… woke it up, didn't it, Moony?"

It woke up the wolf…

Sirius couldn't help it, but he had his wand ready, as little use as it would be against either the thing or the wolf, it gave him that little confidence needed to press on. "You have to control it, Moony. There's no moon, you're a human, you're in control, not it."

A guttural growl suddenly arose from the back of Remus' throat, and steady yellow-tinted eyes found themselves focused on Sirius' black ones. Sirius knew that it had noticed his wand, immediately labeling Sirius as a threat. "Why aren't you afraid of me," it snarled, and fur seemed to appear on the tops of his hands. His fingernails were longer, and Sirius stumbled back out of reach as Remus --or the thing inside Remus-- clawed at him, shrieking, "Fear me, damn you!"

Sirius wasn't sure who was talking here, the creature, or the wolf, but either way, he had to try to speak to Remus… "I'm not afraid of you, Moony," Sirius yelled back, keeping eye-contact, no matter how much he wanted to look away. "I don't fear you, but I'm afraid of what's inside you, and I'll be damned if I let it do this to you!"

Its eyes narrowed. "Lupin wants you to kill him before he kills you…" A crooked, almost unbalanced grin spread over his face. "He will kill you…" He took as step toward Sirius, though a bit unsteady, and in return Sirius took a step back.

"Listen to yourself! This isn't you!! The Remus Lupin I know doesn't hate himself!"

Remus chuckled, standing with his back hunched, as though ready to attack. Sirius followed in suit, ready to defend himself physically if he had to. "How little you know, Black," it hissed, flashing a feral grin, bearing Remus' white teeth. "I can still 'turn' you like this. I'm not a wolf, but I can. Lupin would surely hate himself then, wouldn't he?" He sneered, but for some reason Sirius could see Remus' eyes water... "You're a fool not to be afraid, even Lupin is afraid. All the hideous things his other side will do to you…" So this was the creature…? "Tear you and rip you and claw out your heart…"

Remus' face flinched, another tear fell.

"And he knows he wants to, too, he knows it's in his nature. He knows he's too weak to fight it forever."

"Wrong…"

A cough sounded from the stairwell, then a groan.

"Moony…" James was slowly rising, trying to get himself upright. His voice revealed that he was greatly in need of some sleep. "Shut-up, you idiot… and don't tell yourself things that aren't true…"

"SHUT-UP," Remus screamed, grabbing his head again and curling his fingers in a way that was obviously hurting him, a red spot appearing along his hairline. "STOP IT!! You're confusing me!"

"Fight them, Moony," Sirius yelled, getting closer, and somehow hoping that his presence might help. "Fight them both!"

"STOP TALKING!!!" And then with a howl of rage that was both human and animal, Remus lunged forward. Sirius only had a split second to transform before Remus was upon him, sinking his nails into the dog's back, attempting to use his own body weight to throw Sirius off.

Sirius let out a yelp of pain, but managed to jump up, to tackle Remus to the ground as he wreathed and howled. As soon they made contact Sirius felt the cold again, the same cold as when Hagrid had grabbed him. But he fought it this time. Remus was stronger now, stronger than he should be, but Sirius wouldn't give up. There was too much at stake, 'fight it, Remus, fight!'

But the wolf, it seemed, was in control, and as its yellow, shining eyes focused on Sirius, it faltered. It sniffed… The wolf couldn't remember him, could it? For a moment, Sirius paused as Remus ceased to fight him. They stared at each other…

Sirius let out a howling cry as Remus' hand came down on him once more without warning, on his face, across his right eye, claws wracking the fur there and breaking the skin. He knew that even if he was human, being clawed by a werewolf would do nothing to him, that he could only be turned if Remus bit him as a human.

But DAMN, it hurt!

For a moment, Sirius couldn't take it. The cold, the memories, and the pain were too much to take at once, and in that moment of pause Remus had grabbed his neck and began applying enough pressure that his spine was sure to snap like a twig!

"Dissendium!"

Sirius and Remus were flung away from each other instantaneously. Sirius realized that James had his wand pointed at the two of them, looking rather surprised.

And in that moment Remus fled, disappearing into the darkness to who knows where.

Sirius tried to pick himself up to pursue but collapsed to the floor after taking a few steps, feeling a wave of dizziness hitting him. He was exhausted and his back and face ached with a sharp, jagged sort of pain that could only come from being stabbed or clawed. He felt his body change back to a human, so maybe it would lessen the pain, make him feel more comfortable. But it didn't help. Sirius lay there with his eyes closed.

"Sirius!? Sirius! Oh Merlin." There was another cough, and in a few moments Sirius felt James' hands on his back, gingerly applying pressure before grabbing his shoulder and shaking him. "Say something, Padfoot, come on! Don't give me that! Don't you leave me, too!"

Sirius groaned, "I'm alive, stop that…"He gave James a quick once over with his left eye, as the other seemed to be blinded from his own blood. It pained him too much to keep it open in the first place, so he settled for only using his good eye. James seemed fine… Other than that wild, frantic look in his eyes. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," he breathed, relieved, closing his own eyes for a moment. "I hit my head so hard I feel sick… Good thing my skull is so thick, huh…?"

Sirius couldn't find it in himself to crack a smile at this sort of humor… Actually, it sounded more like sarcasm. He never heard James sound so bitter…

James shook his head, taking another deep breath that came out shakily. This alone made James look uncomfortable as he tried to grasp what was happening like Sirius already had. "I didn't think that spell would work… Merlin, Sirius, we've got to find him, before he runs into someone… Or does anything to himself." Sirius watched James drag himself to his feet with a bit of effort, then extended a hand toward Sirius. "Can you stand?"

He tried to offer a wolfish grin, taking the proffered hand and got to his feet with as much grace as a flobberworm. "I'm not dead yet," he said. Sirius raised a hand to his face, trying to wipe blood from his vision, though it caused the eye to sting viciously. Sirius realized that perhaps Remus has blinded him…

"What happened here?"

Sirius and James looked up to see Dumbledore and Snape approaching, Harry in tow. Snape's night-black robes bellowed around him while Dumbledore's flowed behind him modestly.

Harry's eyes were as wide as his glasses when to saw Sirius and his father, eyes quickly scanning around something (or someone) but didn't find it.

Snape, it would seem, did the same, showing that dark scowl that was ever so characteristic of him. Worst of all, he looked to James and Sirius (especially Sirius) with an air of accusation. Dumbledore wasn't able to see any of this, however (though Sirius was sure Dumbledore was more than aware of it), as he was on his knees, carefully worrying over Hagrid, his expression giving away none of his thoughts.

Sirius, refusing to look Snape in the eye, unwilling to give the bastard the satisfaction, instead looked directly to the Headmaster, who was now looking toward them with expectantly, in need of an answer, an explanation. What as he supposed to say?

"Albus, sir, we have a situation…"

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Got to rip, got to tear, got to bite…

Must stay claim, must stay in control—

Finding me, hunting me, they're all after me. Must escape, must escape…

No control, can't-stop… Just…. Stop…

Someone's coming! Must kill-kill-kill…

Please no…. NO!

Ah… fresh meat…

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To be continued…

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Dissendium: A spell Harry uses in PoA though for a slightly different reason. Means to " sever or divide," or more literally, "part/separate here, now!" Harry used it to open the trapdoor (the one that led to Hogsmeade of course) in the statue witch's hump after tapping it with his wand. 0_o

Next chapter/chapters to come: "Body Tag: Part 2 of 2", then "The Final Game" and "Noble Sacrifices"

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SADLY, to my great annoyance, this chapter was meant to continue. Due to computer error, the WHOLE story after this point was totally deleted. Due to confused, all FIVE of my back-up copies were also deleted. Though this nearly made we sob at first (assuming sobbing is different from crying, and I DID cry) this actually give me the chance to make this chapter BETTER! ^__^

If I get fair reviews, the next part WILL be posted either Wednesday or Friday morning. This isn't to force anyone! I just have a thing about posting on mornings Friday-Sunday. But I understand that cliffies are a pain (especially with me) and if I know enough people really want this out FAST, I can get it out a few days sooner.

Also keep in mind that BEFORE I post the next part I will first post "The Shaman's Voice" with the text that Ron read. The real text is actually an interesting read, but I had to give a basic summary of the information I read. It took me nearly an hour to read all of it in the first place…

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