Sorry I've taken so long! This chapter is a bit of a thriller.
DISCLAIMER: Nope, Still not mine.
Draco Malfoy was in the Slytherin common room, deep down in the dungeons, when a small paper bird landed on his lap. He unfolded it, and read the message. He smirked slightly, and Crabbe and Goyle blundered over, knocking several tables on the way. "What does it say?"
Parkinson girlishly giggled. "Yes Draco, what does it say?"
He moved uncofortably away from Parkinson. He couldn't wait to get rid of her at the feast. "Well boys, it looks like I have a date on Christmas Eve," he said, before moving away.
Goyle looked at the note. "That doesn't sound like a date!"
Finally, on Christmas Eve, the night that Nessie had seriously been considering the fact that she could miss the feast by having a large dose of vomiting pills from Zonko's and still be fit for Christmas, it was the feast, and Nessie was shivering outside the doors of the Great Hall. The choir were chatting nervously. Dean smirked at the fact that he had to drag her down the stairs away from the Gryffindor sweet stash, in which there was a huge amount of vomiting pills which she was planning to eat. So, instead, Nessie sulked next to Dean, her arms folded. "If only I could have eaten those bloody vomiting pills," she muttered angrily, turning away.
Dean sighed. "Come ON, Nessie, first of all you'll be BRILLIANT, and secondly, after that, we get the feast, and thirdly, you get to blow up Malfoy. And that's GOT to be fun."
Nessie suddenly turned around. "The second two points ARE valid... But I'm stubborn, so I'm sticking to my original idea. How did you know about me blowing up Malfoy?"
"Partly from the fact that you're rather loud, and partly because I was there."
"Oh. Ok."
They stood in awkward silence for a bit, Nessie still shivering. "Nessie, you are going to be fantastic."
"Will you please stop saying that?!"
"Sorry."
Nessie silently thought about what would happen when Malfoy used the swelling solution and the exploding cracker on Parkinson. She hoped it worked. MERLIN'S PANTS, how she hated that simpering, whimpering, snivelling snob. Almost as much as she hated Malfoy, the flirting git. And she hoped her other plan worked too. As Malfoy was the 'swag dude'of Slytherin (well, whatever Parkinson called him), he had a fixed place on the table, and no-one dared sit there in the case of Crabbe and Goyle beating them up. She smiled... What a shock he would get when he drank his Butterbeer. All this thinking to myself is getting boring, she thought. I want to talk to someone. Well not Dean... If only Harry was here.
PING! A light bulb switched on in Nessie's brain and she closed her eyes. Harry.
Merlin's pants, you scared me there! How's it going?
Not very well, seeing as Dean dragged me away from the vomiting pills. Annoying child...
Don't worry. Where are you?
Outside the Great Hall, freezing myself to death. You?
I'm in the dormitories. Oh yes, I forgot to tell you the thing I saw on the forbidden corridor. Don't tell anyone, not even Ron and Hermione.
Why not?
Because they already know, and you have the loudest voice ever, so everyone else would hear.
...Fair point. So, spill the beans! What is it?
I saw Snape going into the room with the dog! And then-
-Then?!
-Then he came out again, dragging Quirrell with him!
What? Hmm, that's fishy... very fishy... nom, fish. I'm hungry. Oh, sorry Harry, you're still here! So, what do you think it is?
I think Snape's blackmailing Quirrell into getting the Philosopher's Stone for him.
But then why would he drag him out?
It was only an idea! Anyway, good luck.
Thanks. See you later when I'm frozen to death. Bye!
Nessie opened her eyes and broke off the connection. That was strange. If Snape was to get the Stone, why would he drag Quirrell out if he was trying to get it for him? It was very odd indeed. Just as odd as why they had to stand outside the Great Hall for half an hour. She decided to muck about a bit and closed her eyes.
Dean.
Oh my god, what's this? Who are you, what do you want?
I am the ghost of Christmas present! I tell you that terrible doom shall fall upon you if you do not buy everyone in the Gryffindor girls dormitories several packets of chocolate frogs! Heed my warning... farewell!
But I can't-
Nessie opened her eyes and broke the connection. She looked at Dean, who was shivering and sobbing, as pale as a sheet.
"What's wrong, Dean? You look like you've seen Voldemort or something."
The whole choir gasped at the name. Dean flinched. "Don't say the name!"
Nessie shrugged. "It's only a name."
"But it's HIS name."
"Who? Michael Corner? He's not Volde-"
"DON'T SAY IT!"
Nessie rolled her eyes. "Whatever you say, mister."
She sighed and put her hands in her pocket, her fingers lightly stroking the top of a vial of Sleeping Potion.
When the choir began marching into the hall, Nessie waited until the last person went in before walking through the grand doors of the great hall. Before her foot even went in the door, a hand grabbed the hood of her cloak and she was yanked backwards. Slammed against the wall, she was staring into cold, dark, bloodthirsty eyes, hidden behind a black metal mask. Her scar seared with pain as she screamed, but no noise escaped. The gloved hand strangled her, and she desperately gasped for air. She carefully reached for her wand in her pocket, and the words barely left her lips. "Stupefy..." She whispered, and the hooded figure exploded backwards and Nessie sprinted for her life, but she barely reached the corner before the hooded figure reached out their hand and hissed. "Crucio," it cried. Nessie collapsed to the floor shrieking with agony. She writhed on the floor, blood dripping from her mouth. Her eyes were a shockingly pale blue, and her blood ran cold as the hooded figure stood over her. "Silly girl," it snarled.
Flitwick looked desperately round the hall. Where was Nessie? She had been out side the hall just a few minutes ago. Harry was sitting at the Gryffindor table with Ron and Hermione, who were extremely worried. Nobody seemed to notice that two seats were empty at the teachers table.
The hooded person dragged Nessie's body up stairs, around corners, until it pulled her to her feet. A door opened and Nessie found herself being pushed into a dark room with nothing but a sliver of candlelight illuminating the shadows. "Farewell, Renesmée... The girl who lived." Whispered the figure before locking her in the room. Nessie scrambled back to her feet and launched at the door, her legs and arms bleeding. Her wand was lodged in the gap underneath the door. She started wriggling it out of the gap. She almost had it out of the gap when she heard a growling noise. She turned around, and her face was met with a blast of moist, disgusting air. A large, wet, shiny nose was face height, and she screamed. It seemed that she and Fluffy were having an unexpected reunion.