Fictional vs. Reality

Chapter Five - Hi! I'm Chuckie!

"How does someone do that?" Draco asked, looking back at Hermione, with a puzzled look about his face. "I mean, come on! Fictional things are meant to be fictional. Right? If you take them out of...wherever they're really supposed to be, doesn't that change the way the fiction is?"

"Like time travel?" Ginny spoke up. "You go back in time, change something, then the future is changed for good. Is that what you meant?"

"Something like that, yeah."

Hermione and Ginny immediately awoken the boys as soon as Dumbledore left, and told them everything.

"And, how does someone do that?" Ron asked.

"I just asked that," Draco said, annoyingly.

"No, I mean, how can someone do that?" He sighed in frustration as he got more blank looks. Even Harry gave him a weird look, and he wasn't even paying attention. "You can't just whip out your wand, say 'Let the fiction rise!' and the bloody fiction is real, can you?"

Understanding dawned on all their faces.

"Ron, only you can make something, so simple, be confusing," Hermione commented. "Actually, I'm betting that's exactly what he did. Only with saying in a different language."

"Like what?" Harry asked, suddenly becoming interested. Maybe this wasn't a hoax after all? Maybe what Dumbledore had said was the truth, and he really wasn't going stark raving mad?

"Latin?" Hermione suggested.

"French!" Ginny piqued up. "I love French. Romantic language, they call it. Though, it isn't the type of 'love' romance. I think it's because most of it, or all, whichever, is - "

"Italian," Draco interrupted.

"No, it's more of the Roman language," Ginny said.

Draco sighed. "No, I mean maybe the language he used was Italian?"

"Oh." Ginny blushed and looked down at her feet, her pink toenails becoming a top one interest at that moment.

"Actually, I think it is a really old language, like Latin, French, or Italian," Hermione observed. "That's what the rest of the spells seem to be."

"I think they're all more Latin based," Ron said.

"Everything is Latin based, Ron," Harry said.

Ginny gasped and quickly looked up, though no one seemed to notice except for Draco; everyone else was lost in thought.

"I have a plan!" she squealed.

"Well, there's something new," Ron said. Ginny gave him a death glare. "What? I'm serious! You never come up with plans, so I'm just saying that this is new!"

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Severus stopped in front of a muggle newspaper stand. Bella immediately stopped and clung to his arm, for she was still afraid of Freddy coming for her. He looked down at one of the papers, and picked it up. It was a muggle paper, so the pictures of missing persons weren't moving.

Missing!

There seem to be rapid cases of missing persons in London within the last twenty-four hours. So far, twenty persons in total. Ten children under the age of ten, five teenagers, ranging between the ages of ten and fifteen, the last five all adults, from ages sixteen+. So far, no connection has been found between these victims. If you have any information on these missing persons, please contact the London Police station immediately.

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Of course Severus knew almost all information. The only thing he didn't know was what Freddy had done with the bodies when he was done with them.

That got him thinking. What did Freddy do with the bodies? Eat them? Was he the creeper? Or did he come back from the dream world and hide them all? How did he kill and kidnap twenty people already?

Bella gasped, and hid her face in his arm. Severus looked at her, both eyebrows raised; she didn't raise her head the slightest bit. He looked around and saw what frightened her. He smiled, set the paper down, and began to cross the street.

Imagine, Bellatrix LeStrange not scared of Dementors, magical creatures, but afraid of Freddy Krueger, a muggle creation. He found it all amusing himself.

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"Be damned if I ever watch that again!"

"Liked it, Josh?"

"Are you kidding?" Josh cried. "That was the best movie ever! It was just so damn scary, Lisa, that I swear, on my mother's grave, that I will never step foot inside Shelly's room...again!"

Lisa smirked, and stamped a piece of paper, and handed it to him. "I'll hold it for you. See you next week then?"

"Yeah, see ya!"

Josh opened the door, and flinched at seeing a tall man, much taller than himself, and he was pretty tall, with black hair, and a pale face. On his arm clung the most depressed looking woman he ever seen, with black hair pulled up into a messy bun. She seemed scared to be anywhere near anything but the man she clung to. Both wore black cloaks, and black clothes under the cloaks.

The tall man cleared his throat, and Josh stepped aside, letting the two in. He looked back at them as they approached the front desk. Lisa was alone that day, but he didn't worry for her. He knew she could take care of herself. With that thought in mind, he left.

Lisa turned and smiled at the couple. "May I help you?" she asked as they approached the counter. She thought the same thing about the two as Josh thought.

"We're looking for anything scary," the man said. "Preferably anything with what mug...people are afraid of."

Lisa nodded, and slid forward a box. "Freddy vs. Jason," she said. "One of the top scariest movies, in my list, and all my friends' list."

"We have that one already."

Lisa nodded, and moved to take the box back, but the man quickly grabbed it. She winced, and looked at the man, trying hard to show the two that she did not just get surprised.

"Who's that?" the man asked, surveying the box carefully.

"Freddy Krueger," Lisa said, noticing the huge jump the woman did. The man pointed at the man with the hockey mask. "Jason Voorhees. A serial killer with a dark past. His choice of weapon? A carving knife."

The man nodded. "Do we still have this, Bella?" he asked the woman, named Bella.

Bella nodded. "Unfortunately so," she replied.

Lisa was surprised by the raspy tone of her voice.

"Have anymore?" the man asked.

"More Freddies?" she asked.

The man shook his head. "Scary movies."

Lisa nodded, and slid the one Josh just returned. "Child's Play II. A movie about a doll that comes to life, and loves to kill. Loves to make it as messy as possible." She noticed the woman, Bella, gulp.

The man nodded. "That sounds promising. What say you, Bella?"

"If it scares me, it's perfect," she squeaked.

The man nodded. "We'll take that one."

Lisa nodded. "Five pounds." The man paid respectively, and she bagged the movie. "have it back by Thursday."

The man nodded, and they left.

"Well, won't he be happy?" the man asked as they exited.

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"What is this new plan of yours?" Harry asked. Sitting on the bed next to Ron.

"Why don't we get some things that are fiction, and try to make them come alive?" Ginny suggested. "Good guys! You know? I mean, what else can we do with a freak who haunts your dreams, and if he can kill you, he will kill you?"

"By Merlin!" Draco exclaimed, standing up from his chair. "Shorty's got an idea!"

"Hey!"

"It's the hard truth, Ginny, live with it."

"How are we going to do that?" Hermione asked, raising an eyebrow. "It's not like we know anything that will go against Freddy, and we don't know the saying!"

"We'll make one!"

"How, genius?" Harry asked. "The only one here smart enough to make a polyjuice potion is Hermione."

"Then she'll make it." Draco nodded. "Ginny, you're smart!"

"Yeah, I know."

"We can gather up as much stuff on fiction as we can, and arise the good fiction to bring down the bad fiction! Oh, for God's sake, Hermione, we aren't in school anymore, you don't have to raise your hand."

Hermione lowered her hand. "I just wanted to say that I don't know how to make spells. When I made polyjuice, I got it from a book. I have no sources on how to make spells."

"Fortunate for you, I do," Draco said. He sat back down. "I was taught how to make spells by my father. I'll help you. You three can gather up as many fictional things as you can."

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"What's this?" Voldemort asked, looking up from his reading. "Child's Play? I don't want dolls! I want monsters!"

"The girl from the store said it was scary. Does it look scary to you, Bella?" Severus asked.

Bella nodded. "I hate dolls," she said shortly. "Can't you bring alive any bad guys that are cute, funny, not scary looking, and won't tear off my head the first chance it gets?"

"Maybe later, Bella," Voldemort said, tossing the box on the table. He pointed his wand at it. "Lasci l'aumento di romanzo."

The flash of white light came once again, as the character on the front of the box came alive again.

As the light died down, the three looked at the doll, expecting a deathly dangerous reaction from it, just like Freddy. None. It stood there with a smile on its face. It was short. It had red hair that was frayed in all places. It had red freckles, blue eyes, and white teeth. Its skin was pale, which added an eerie tone to it. Its clothes were blue overalls with "Good Boys" written on it, and the shirt was red. His shoes were red as well. Bella was afraid of what the red might have been. She hoped it was just regular dye, but she wasn't sure.

They waited for three minutes, but still, it did not move. Voldemort growled and looked at the box. "What is this?" he growled.

Severus strode over to him, and grabbed the box, turned it over, and shoved it back in Voldemort's hands. "If this is not this doll, then I don't know what it is," he said.

"Are you saying my spell was wrong?" Voldemort asked.

"No, not at all, Sir!"

"Then, what are you implying?"

Bella tuned them out, thinking to herself. Maybe this doll wasn't as harmful as Freddy? Maybe it wasn't harmful at all? Was that girl just faking them? Thank the Gods if she was. As a matter of fact, now that she thought about the doll not being dangerous in any way, he looked kind of cute.

She cocked her head to one side and smiled at the doll.

Just as she was about to step forward to pick it up, its head slowly moved to the side, and looked at her, his facial expressions never changing.

She gasped, and backed away.

His eyes became red, and the rest of his body turned and looked at her. He smirked, and took a step closer. Bella screamed. Why did everything have to come after her?

The two wizards stopped arguing, and looked at the doll, slowly advancing towards Bella.

"I heard a scream so I came here to - " Narcissa gasped and held onto the doorframe to keep her from falling. She looked upon the doll taking another step towards Bella.

"Did I miss anything?" Freddy asked. He stopped dead in his tracks as the doll took, yet, another step towards Bella. "Whoa! That thing's freaky!"

The doll advanced on Bella until she couldn't back up any further, and he was at least a foot or so away.

His smirk faded. "Hi! I'm Chuckie," he growled.