The Third Point and Devil's Snare in the Girls

Chapter 6

Jakkin was on his eighth inch of his Entarpatinesco essay and still going strong, when he heard Ron groan, who was sitting opposite of him, in the table of the common room. "Professor Binns wants thirteen whole inches on Goblin Revolts?" He grumbled.

Jakkin grinned, "I am not worried about that," he said. He looked to his left at Harry, and back to Ron. "Can you keep a secret?"

They nodded and shrugged, "Sure."

"Okay," said Jakkin, reaching into his bag. He pulled out with his hand clutched around a jet black quill. "This," He said, "Will get it done." When they gave him puzzled glances, he just got out a roll of parchment, put the strange quill on it, and whispered as if talking to it, "Thirteen inches on Goblin Revolts of '47." A shudder went through the quill, and then it stood itself up, and went to the top of the page, and started writing, in what looked like Jakkin's writing and style. "Well?" He demanded, "Whadaya think? The only thing that I don't use it on is Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Transfiguration. I can get good grades on those without it. You see, when it is done writing, it sort of etches what it wrote in my mind, and I will be able to answer questions on what was in my essay."

"Bloody brilliant!" He heard Ron murmur, "And it can't be classified as cheating, since we will be able to explain what it writes... I'm going to use it next." Jakkin shrugged.

Harry laughed. "Oh, and what 'till Hermione hears, she can't rat, 'cause we wont be cheating, but she will disapprove... beats using her notes, doesn't it?" Jakkin and Harry got back to their Defense Against the Dark Arts essay. Pretty soon, the only sound coming from the room was scratching quills.

That night, Jakkin was back in the dark room. There was no way out. Then be heard maniacal laughter, and an evil high pitched voice taunting him. In the center of the large room, he saw a shining orb that shone brightly. Jakkin thought of it as of top importance. He wanted it bad. He really needed it. He cautiously headed towards it. The laughter and taunting increased in pitch. He was a yard away from the orb now. He reached for it. When he was about one inch from it, then; WHOOSH! His dream changed completely.

He was looking down at Wormtail. "Have you recruited the trolls?"

"Yes my Lord," he whimpered, "fifty-three of them, and about two-hundred dementors."

"Excellent," Jakkin growled, "You have never before let me down Wormtail, dismissed."

"Thank you, Lord," Wormtail whimpered, breathing a sigh of relief as he left.

Jakkin turned around and looked at his surroundings. He was in a graveyard. It looked uncomfortably familiar. His eyes fell on a mirror behind him, and he saw his face.

"NOOOOOOO!" He found himself on the floor, being held down by Dean Thomas (who's memory must be back by now), Seamus Finnigan, Colin Creevy, and Ron.

He heard Seamus mutter, "We have to get Harry too, he is having the same fit." Dean Thomas and Seamus went to find him.

Jakkin looked up, "I'm okay," he managed weakly. Colin and Ron loosened their grips on him, but looked at him strangely.

"Next time," started Ron, "Don't try to rip off my arm, and Colin's eye." Jakkin thought that he could see a little sign of humor on his face though. "This is what has been happening to Harry last year," He paused, "Did you see him? Did you see," His body shook, and he whispered, "Voldemort?" He looked around, terrified that Voldemort might come out of thin air to take him away.

Jakkin nodded, "Tell... you... about... later." Ron nodded, and motioned to Colin. They both left. The rest of that night, Jakkin lay awake in bed, afraid of going back to sleep.

In the morning, Jakkin found Harry at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall. In whispers, he told him every detail about his dream, starting from the dark room, to what he saw in the mirror. Harry was looking at him, deep in thought. "You," he started, "You and I seem to be sharing dreams. I had a vision very similar to that last year. Tonight, I could swear that we both had the same dream. Through the same point of view... Voldemort's." Ron and Hermione joined them at the table.

"Well you three seemed to take yesterdays homework in a breeze, and you didn't even ask to look at my notes," Hermione said, and looked from one smirking face to the other. "Oh whatever," she muttered, "Anyways, Harry told us about his dream. Ron told me you were having a fit identical to Harry's... was it the same?" Jakkin looked at Harry, then Hermione and nodded.

"By the way," Harry muttered in a low tone, "Sam thinks something is going on. Who wouldn't? What does Voldemort have up his sleeve with fifty-three trolls and two-hundred dementors?"

"Well," said Ron, "If he is having a tea party, he definitely has the wrong taste." Everyone laughed, and Ron continued, "Easter Holidays start today, and I am staying, and I think Harry has nothing to look forward to on Privet Drive, so I am guessing that he is staying,"Harry nodded, and Ron went on, "Hermione says that she is staying, and plans to leave for the Christmas Holidays, and Harry tells us that Jakkin is going to be here also. So, we have the whole gang. We have some... umm jobs to do, so let's tackle that clue tomorrow."

Harry snickered, and muttered to Jakkin, "Ron's idea of jobs is going around to see who his taste is. In other words, he is gonna put girls in either of these categories: 'Ugly,' 'Very Ugly,' and 'Not Bad.' He throws me the Very Ugly people, and hogs the 'not bad' list. Then he picks, and risks his neck to ask them to the Spring dance." He lowered his voice, "I think he fancies Hermione." Jakkin and Harry broke into hysterical laughter, getting eyeballed from Ron, who had his mouth full of pancake. Hermione didn't seem to notice, and she seemed to be writing a letter, that in Ron's opinion was a novel.

After breakfast, Ron, Hermione, Jakkin, and Harry went outside, while Hermione explained the first clue. "It's quite simple don't you see? 'Is alive but has no breath?' Obviously a fish she said. And where do fish live?" Her eyes wandered to the lake.

Ron said, "You want me to go swimming with those mutant fish?"

"Noooo," Pouted Hermione, "How thick can you get? It says in its farthest corner. You see that to the right, there is no real corner, but to the left, about half a mile way, you can see what will pass for a corner." She then pointed to the Hogwarts castle, "See that long pole with a bronze hawk on it? It says under its shadow. If it didn't give a times, so I say we be there by noon, and sort everything out from then." The three boys muttered their agreement. "And of Harry," She said as an after thought, "Maybe we can start up the D.A again, you know, for extra practice, because of V-Voldemort's... er... latest activities." She looked pleadingly at Harry.

"Okay," said Harry, "Round up the old members, and try to set a time that doesn't interfere with Quidditch, oh, and some new members maybe... make sure you can trust them."

"Thanks Harry," she smiled broadly, and went off to start.

"You know Harry," Jakkin said, "I am in, you can count on it." He patted him on the back, and went back to the castle.

That night, Jakkin was excited about the D.A, and getting to that second clue about the mysterious thing. Then he lay down in bed--WHOOSH!! Jakkin's head was stuck to his pillow. Invisible ropes clang to him. He was moving faster, faster, faster. Then, all was still. He fell down hard.

Looking around, he was surprised to see Harry beside him, getting off from his pillow, who was just as surprised. Jakkin slapped himself. The stinging pain made him sure he was wide awake. He looked around, and gasped, and heard Harry gasp. It was the graveyard of his dream! And when Harry fought Voldemort two years ago!

Instinct made both Harry and Jakkin whip out their wands, and the inched closer together. Familiar maniacal laughter sounded behind them, and they spun around, looking into the face that Jakkin and Harry saw in the mirror. Jakkin saw Harry's hand fly to his scar. "So," said the voice in his evil high pitched voice, "What a catch, I have been informed of your importance Jakkin, Harry must still learn to... close his mind." He grinned evilly, and bellowed, "WORMTAIL!" The familiar sulking figure slinked out of the shadows. Voldemort went over to him, and rolled up his sleeve. His finger went to his tattoo, and it burned, suddenly showing up better than before. Within seconds, there were popping noises, as the Death Eaters apparated into the graveyard, all of them hooded, and dressed in dark robes. Eight dementor also head came right at Harry and Jakkin, coming closer, closer, without thinking of it, Jakkin went back to thinking when he was five, the new bicycle he got, how he was so happy, then he roared, "EXPECTO PATRONUM!!" Just as Harry roared the same thing. Harry's stag patronas, and Jakkin's panther patronas charged for the dementors, dropping four apiece. Then, they flicked off into midair.

Voldemort chuckled, "Very good, Very good, you both have patronas' at age sixteen. Lets see if you can take this though. Jake!" he signaled to one of his death eaters, "Finish this.... Jakkin." Jake raised his wand and bellowed, "AVADA KEDAVRA!!!" Jakkin heard Harry yell in panic, just as the spell hit Jakkin right in the forehead. The last thing he heard was Harry yelling, "ENTARPATCIO!!" Then, Jakkin fell over, lying as still as if he was dead.