The Innocent Hufflepuff, The Spook 2
The teachers and prefects searched the castle everywhere, but the body of the weak girl was not found. Everyone wondered what was going on. It was the early ages before any great magic was discovered, so the school used weak spells to help find her but it was no use.
One day, an innocent 2nd year Hufflepuff, was alone in the corridors, when she heard something and decided to see what it was, she followed the sound, she ran faster and faster, her human curiosity burning to know what it was. Behind her, she didn't see the prefect coming up the hall, trying to tell her to stop running, but she wouldn't stop.
The Prefect heard the sound also but didn't want to follow it like the Hufflepuff did. He was yelling at her to stop , when she ran around a corner that he knew was a dead end, he knew the chase was over and he had caught her. But when he went around the corner his dark brown eyes grew wide and his unussually tanned Egyptian skin, turned pale and white, because what he saw was death-shocking.
His eyes gazed horrified on the girl he had been chasing and a depressing light hovering over her and with a blink of the eye they were gone. He ran toward the wall, only to find it was drenched in blood.
The prefect looked around, there was nobody in sight. He would run to the headmaster, yeah that would be right. But, what if they didn't believe him! He would be known as the one who thought he saw a Hufflepuff drench the wall with blood and disapear. People would think of him as the weirdo, that lied about death, and surly the headmaster wouldn't believe him. So he kept quiet.
The girls parents came and wept over it all. Yet, the prefect still did not speak. They wouldn't believe him. He was just Ordinairy, nothing special here, he wasn't very popular, he was just there. He had a average amount of friends, he was normal, and a normal person could never do anything great. So he thought.........
The Ravenclaw was in his 7th year now, and all was forgotten. But he knew something, greater than anyother, and next time it was brought up, he would tell, he would tell all!
The Spook knew this too, as it could sense and feel and think the thoughts and feelings anybody else was having in the castle. So her next victim was him.
The nervous 7th year was now made Head Boy, and was proud of it too, he could stay out all night on duty and skip class in the morning because he was too tired from patrolling, life was fat for him, people were jealous of his comfort and pride, he had almost completely forgotten about, that girl, the only thing he knew they wouldn't be jealous of was, that girl, the only discomfort that made his heart ache, the only pain that sorrowed his great fortune, the only little voice in his head and vision in his mind was of, that girl.
One horrible howling night, at the time of about 2:00 am, the layed back boy was wondering the corridors carelessly, when he stopped to admire a medal he had recieven in his 6th year, in which he got for complete pratness, the Slytherins would taunt, but he didn't care, they were just jealous.
He looked happiley at the medal through the glass case, in which it was sealed. He could see a reflection off the case of the stain glass window behind him. For a moment his heart skipped a beat, because he thought he had seen a terrible reflection of a depressing light hovering infront of the window, he looked away and thought he was just seeing things, but he looked again and yet saw the same light as when he saw that death shocking light hover over the Hufflepuff, 2 years ago.
He turned around scared out of his mind and there hovered infront of him the depressing light and the innocent Hufflepuff girl, looking no older or different than he saw her when she disapeared that one dreadful night, he saw her lifeless on the floor with with blood all over the floor around her....................
See Book 3........
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