AN: I OWN NOTHING OF THE SCOOBY DOO FRANCHISE!!!!

Chapter Thirteen: Acts of Treason

Melinda looked into Harry's eyes. There were only four explanations for knowing about magic. One, having it yourself, two, having it in your family tree. Three and four were options Melinda desperatly hoped were non-existant to him.
"How?" She asked taking a step away from him.
"How else. I'm a wizard, just as you are a witch. If you want proof, I can show you the true color of my magic right now." Harry held up his right hand, palm facing the ceiling. His hand began to glow and an orb of magic, just like Melinda's, came out. His was mainly a bright orange. Something though was strikingly familiar. It had other swirling colors and twinkles of light. He had an Auras, just like Melinda.

Shaggy looked up from the floor. Where was he? More importantly, where were the others? He looked around but the only person he found was a dark looking man sitting in a chair across the room from him. He had one foot against the rim of a table edge, posed as if to knock it over. His hands were folded neatly in his lap and he wore a long, flowing, black cape that fell about him and the chair elegantly. He wore beneath it a black Musketteer uniform. He was staring as if lost in thought into his lap. A black hat rested atop his head, a single white feather adorning it. Shaggy shakily stood up and walked over.
"H-Hello, sir?" He asked. The man looked up at him slowly. He was wearing a weird little mask. It had this twisted face and an old-fashion French mustache. It smiled a crooked smile and it's eyes stared at you unmovingly. Shaggy gulped and began taking shaky steps backward. "Like, sorry I disturbed you!" He began looking for ways out, but found none. The man put his foot down and stood up. He cocked his head and Shaggy and scoffed.
"Remember, remember, the fifth of November; the gun-powder treason and plot. I know of no reason, the gun-powder treason, should ever, be, forgot."

Velma stirred and opened her eyes. Where was she? She realized that everything was hazy and blurred and so began looking for her glasses. She bumped into something black and noticed the blurry silhouette of a man before her. He knelt down and put her glasses on her face. She immediatly stumbled back at the sight that she saw. Before her stood a tall man wearing a long black cloat and a darkly colored Musketteer uniform. He wore an old-style hat upon his head that adorned a single white feather. She recognized that on his face rested a Guy Fawkes mask. 'Guy Fawkes? A British man who tried to commit treason against King James the first... what could he possibly have tied into this?' The man stood back up fully and stared at Velma.
"Remember, remember, the fifth of November; the gun-powder treason and plot. I know of no reason, the gun-powder treason -"
"Should ever, be, forgot...." Velma shuddered. The rhyme... It was used by adorers of Guy Fawkes... as they tried to recommit his acts of treason....