Revenge

The silhouette of Hogwarts shone on the black, night sky. The grounds lit up to the white flash of lightning. The corridors were silent and the body of Walker Granger lay on the cold, cobblestone floor. Tycho Slater, while leaning over the body, had smiled in revenge. Years ago, Walker had been in his home, playing with Tycho's young daughter, Kristy. The kids had gone upstairs. Tycho had assumed that they were going to play. Some hours later, a scream had vibrated through the house. He ran upstairs in fear, sweat rolling down his face. Bursting open the door, a shocking sight came to his eyes. He couldn't believe it had just happened.

The face he saw lying on the bed was his daughter's. Her lifeless eyes stared straight at Tycho. The wall was drenched with blood. Her white hair was stained with blood along with her carpet. As he looked around the room, he saw that struggling had been involved. But, the thing that caught his eye most was the handprint.

The same print had been painted all over. He ran to the window and saw that the boy had run to the pool. This was a smart choice. The pool was crimson with blood.

He couldn't have gotten too far, thought Tycho.

He had suddenly thought about all of his family. His wife had died and now his daughter had died. Both of them were lost to bloodthirsty maniacs. Suddenly a thought crossed his mind.

No! It couldn't be! Well, maybe it could. OH MY GOD! It was!

Tycho ran out of the room and went straight to his friends' home, the Grangers'.

Ginny Weasley, while lying in her bed, had thought of the few minutes, which felt like hours, this morning. She looked up, out the window.

Someday. Maybe it will workout.

A muffled voice whispered from the other side of the door. She turned her head. The voice was afraid and quiet. The voice also sounded familiar. The door opened and a man burst through it. Ron was at his side. But there was only one reason why she was scared.

Harry woke with a start and rubbed his scar. It had been hurting. He looked over to the other bed. Ron was gone. Harry saw the ruffled sheets and leapt from his bed. He turned at the sound of a scream. As he ran down the stairs, a thought crossed his mind.

Please! Ron didn't get rid of Ginny!

Harry, now sweating, burst through Ginny's door. A man was standing in the middle of Ginny's room. The man turned and with a smile, he looked up.

"Hello, Harry Potter. We meet for the last time!"

Harry stared at the man in horror. The face was twisted like stone!

"We finally get to see each other again," boomed Alkurse Dustrese's voice.

Alastor Moody let down his cane and gave Dustrese a hug.

"I am happy to see you again too. I know you are still mourning about your father's death. It was a sad occasion," said Moody.

"Ahhh, yes. My father would not want me to mourn. He was an intelligent man. I never could sneak out of the house," laughed Alkurse, "I could never figure out how to do it. But, now I am simply taking over his job as Headmaster. I am excited to finally meet Harry Potter in the flesh."

Moody simply stared at Dustrese with a blank expression.

Alkurse invited Moody to sit and have a cup of tea. They discussed school projects and finally got down to business.

"Now, we all know," exclaimed Dustrese, "that a death has occurred in our school. We don't want this to happen. There have been too many deaths in the last few years. We need to stop these problems. Does anyone have any questions?"

The room was silent. "Great! Then we will continue."

A sound shot through the door and a man walked in. He held a wand in his hand and aimed it directly at Moody's chest.

"Where is it?" yelled the voice.

"What do you want? Why are you here?" yelled Hagrid.

Dustrese flipped out his wand and yelled, "Avada Kedavra!"

The man flew back to a counter of vials and bottles.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" screamed Alkurse. The body stopped in the air before it hit the counter.

He set the man on the ground. Moody ripped off the man's hood. An expression of fear ran over everyone's faces. The man wasn't a man at all. It was Professor Trelawney.

Tycho Slater ran to the Grangers' house and pounded on the door. No answer. Another knock. Still no answer. Tycho flicked out his wand.

"Alohamora!" yelled Tycho. This was a spell that Walker's sister, Hermione, had taught him.

The door unlocked and he saw that the back door was opened. Either they were currently being robbed or they ran away. Tycho had highly doubted the first theory.