Hi there! Sorry so much for the delay. Well hopefully I'm back for good, so I'm going to add a huge chunk right now and post more later. :
They met up with Ginny once they were back in the Common Room. She immediately ditched her homework, and stood up. "So, anything?"
Hermione held up three of the messages. "There's a small chance we can figure out who's doing this with the notes."
She put them down on the table, while the four of them gathered around it.
"This one's came from Neville," said Harry, pointing out the message he found in Neville's pocket.
"And this one, I found in Padma's hair," said Hermione. She unfolded it, and held it out. "'Stop the show, or it's curtains for all'," She read.
Ginny raised her eyebrows. "How odd." She reached for the last message. "So this was found with Ernie?"
"Yeah," said Ron. "It says - 'Break a Leg'."
Hermione groaned. "These messages are making my head hurt. Luckily, the DNA potion is done in half an hour."
Ron jumped up, Ginny gave a squeak, and Harry's eyes bugged out.
"Are you kidding? In just half an hour, we might know who's doing this?" Ginny jumped up and down in her seat.
"Yes," said Hermione, her eyes sparkling. "Let me just add some more ingredients, and I'll get you when it's ready."
"Well, what are we supposed to do?" Ron asked.
"Finish some homework?" Hermione suggested as she rushed up to her dormitory.
That half an hour certaintly didn't seem that short. It felt more like a billion hours.
The books, parchment, quills, and ink bottles were ditched after a minute of silent studying, and Harry, Ron, and Ginny converted to pacing around the room until finally Hermione's voice yelled and she, pale and shocked, came rushing down to meet them.
"What? What did it say?" Ginny asked, tripping over her feet.
"I didn't get an answer," Hermione said, "There was no match in DNA!"
Ron snorted. "Yeah, right. There has to be something in blood."
Hermione nodded. "That's what I thought. But, I realized one thing...Ghosts and spirits don't have DNA in them anymore. The person who's doing this is definitely dead."
"And that means they can do a lot more damage," Harry added. "Ghosts have more power than humans."
"Judging by the notes the spirit probably won't kill anyone, just seriously injure them," said Hermione.
"Like, that's any better," Ron said sarcastically. "Still, we have no idea who this person is."
"We can eliminate all our human suspects," said Hermione.
Harry was about to ask if they even had any suspects when Hermione spoke up again, "Maybe we can tell people about this at rehearsal. We gotta go, by the way. We're late."
Ron shrugged. "It's not like we're going to be kicked out of the play when we already have four people in the Hospital Wing?"
He was obviously right, as once they stepped foot in the Hogwarts Theatre, Professor LaLlama pounced on them.
"Oh, thank goodness you guys are okay! I was so worried you might have gotten attacked! I need everyone's attention."
They took a seat near the stage, as Professor LaLlama fetched his wand, and pointing it to his throat. "Attention, everyone!" his voice boomed around the room.
Everyone's individual conversations slowly faded away, and everyone turned to look at him.
"It has come to my attention that our fellow cast and crew members haven't been revived yet, and were transferred to St. Mungo's yesterday. I'm afraid it's time we are forced to replace them. Auditions are next Saturday."
"I'm guessing a lot of the people who didn't make the cast the first time are going to go for it again," commented Ron as they peered at the re-audition flyers Professor LaLlama was handing out.
"I'm not exactly worried about the recasting," said Hermione, searching through the many Ghost books she checked out of the library. "I'm just hoping no more attacks are going to be made upon the students here."
Harry took a bite out of his cheese omelet. "Found anything on the ghost thing, yet, Hermione?" He asked. Hermione shook her head furiously and flipped through the pages.
Ginny sat down next to them, looking exhausted. "Hey guys," she said. She loaded up a plate with her breakfast and began to scarf it down.
"Hey, Ginny," said Harry. "What's up?"
Ginny swallowed the last bit of her egg. "I spent all night in the restricted section of the Library. I think I found something about this spirit thing."
Hermione slammed her book down on the table. "You did? Why didn't you tell us? I would've gone with you! Filch didn't catch you?"
"You're a really heavy sleeper," said Ginny, "Plus, I didn't want to wake up Lavender and Parvati. Oh, here ya go, Harry. I snuck that from your dormitory." She pulled out Harry's Invisibility Cloak from her bag, along with a huge, dusty book. On the cover was a picture of a worn out ghost.
"Look at this," she said, opening a folded page. "iSpirits who had damned in their life, will be stuck on Earth until someone living finishes their reason for living./i"
Hermione grabbed the book and flipped through the pages. Ron stared at the cover.
"...the hell?" he said in confusion.
"That's not all," said Ginny rummaging through her bag. She pulled out a very worn out yearbook and a school notebook. "Look at this," she said, flipping to the front cover, and pointing at the name scrawled at the bottom left corner.
Harry squinted his eyes and stared the name. It was in the same spiky handwriting from the message on the theatre wall, and all of the messages found with the suspects.
"Regulus Black?" Hermione whispered out loud.
"Look at this," said Ginny, opening the notebook to the front page. In the same spiky handwriting, there were notes of the Love or Not characters.
"Lena Eaves - Lily Evans?" Hermione gasped. "Sean Bales, Sirius Black?"
"Oh my god," Harry gasped. "Love or Not was a story based on a relationship between Sirius and my mum."
Ginny nodded. "And Sirius's brother was the author."