The two second years watched from the darkened
shadows of an unoccupied dungeon. In the dimly lit passage way three plotting
figures stood unaware of their observation.
“It was Morell Grestt, who told me,” began
the tallest specter, “He says---“
“Isn’t he a fifth year?”
“Yes, Gerson. Anyway…Morell said he has
seen him. He starts here in the dungeon, then he leaves the castle, and goes
off somewhere along the grounds.”
The third joined in on the conversation.
“It happens every Halloween?”
“That was when it happened originally.
He use to own this castle you know, the Baron?’
“It seems like I have heard that somewhere.”
“Where does he go once he leaves the castle?”
Gerson, the smallest shadow chimed back in. “What does he do?”
“We don’t know, no one does,” the third
voice sounded a bit annoyed, “that’s why we’re going to follow him, you stupid
“Shhhh,” hissed the first, “someone will
The three stopped for a moment to listen.
Finally when they were satisfied that
they heard nothing (and nothing heard them) the first voice spoke again. “That’s
not entirely true.”
“That no one knows. I bet that glubbered,
At this point one of the hidden observers
started to rise, but was forced back down by the other.
“If Gryffindor knows, than Master Slytherin
must know too!”
“He probably does, but the ol’ sneed won’t
let him tell us.”
“Master Slytherin can do what ever he
wishes, no one has power over him!”
“Hush, you twit!”
The two hidden figures exchanged looks,
though even for crouching side by side they could hardly see each other in the
dark. Looks were all that was exchanged though, no comments, no words.
“Let’s go wait on the steps so he won’t
slip by us,” The third conspirator suggested. The other two agreed, and the
trio made for their destination.
Easing out of the shadows, once the footsteps
had died away, emerged the two eavesdropping figures.
“Told you they were up to something,”
said a girl with short black hair.
“Yeah,” answered her companion, “but nothing
like we thought, Quinn.”
“We had better keep an eye on them, just
the same, though,” Quinn returned, “’Specially after what they said about Master
Her dusty haired partner nodded, and as
he did soot rained from his head, lightening his dark hair a few shades, and
yet still remaining ten more darker than it truly was.
They crept up the passage after the threesome,
and once more concealed themselves in a vacant dungeon not far away from the
The abettors had once more struck up a
conversation; the two older musing over their first Hogsmeade visit coming up,
and Gerson complaining because he would not be able to go for another year.
They were just about to come back around
to the subject at hand when a chill feeling swept through them and a slightly
glowing form materialized a distance down the hall. The footfall of three was
heard seeking hiding places, and the two already in hiding shrunk back longing
for more concealment.
A lighted grey form floated ominously
past their door, robed in a hooded dark garment flaked horribly all over with
silver droplets. The second years felt their stomachs turn as the gleaming form
glided past and up the stone steps. The trio pursuing followed a minute later
and the two were left alone.
“Quinn?…Still think this is a good idea?”
“I don’t remember saying it was in the
first place, Phydt.”
Phydt heaved out a heavy breath of air,
“But you still want to follow them don’t you?” He asked knowing the answer.
So they slunk up the steps, and winded
there way to the entrance hall, passed the Great Hall with its great party just
winding down (shortly to be replaced by four more in separate dormitories) just
in time to see three forms slink out of the towering doors into the night.
As silently as possible they did the same,
and soon found themselves out in the night air waiting for their eyes to adjust
to the blackness. They watched the illuminated floating figure sail across the
sloping lawn, and could just make out the little dark forms following some yards
off. Watching from their post what they saw made Quinn take in far more air
than she needed, and Phydt gulped. “Did he just go into the Forbidden Forest?”
“Did they just follow him?” Was her only
But the real question that was running
through both’s mind was, ‘Should we follow him?’ _____
In spite of themselves the two set off
into the forest; tailing the lighted baron. They wandered for what seemed to
be a long way, nearly stumbling to close to the trio in front a time or two.
After they had gone quite some distance,
the ghostly form of the Baron disappeared behind a clump of trees and the three
young Slytherins were seen to stop just outside of what must have been a clearing
where they could see the ghostly form. Phydt and Quinn came to halt were the
apparition was obscured from view, but listened intently.
“Why Mimsy, what are you doing here?”
came a hoarse crocking voice. “It is not a good place to be on any night, especially
one like this.”
All of the children had jumped at the
sound of this voice, but they leaped out of their skin when an unexpected seconded
voice answered in a slightly higher nervous pitch. “Baron, my lord, I did not
expect to find you out here!”
“Nor I you.”
“Nice night, though.”
“Yes, full moon.”
At this Quinn and Phydt turned their gaze
upward to see the perfect circular moon floating overhead, ominously.
There was a pause in the conversation.
“You let him go didn’t you Mimsy?”
“Do not lie Nicholas, you will pay dearly.”
“Your lordship, please –NO---“
The nervous man was cut off shortly and
horribly. The sounds coming from the clearing were just as disturbing as the
Quinn and Phydt had been noiselessly making
their way toward the clearing when suddenly there came a terrible screaming;
the screams of a child.
Gerson Skainns had covered his eyes with
horror, echoing out cries of terror, and his two companions were little better.
The dark splotch of space just before them was abruptly flooded with grey light,
and before them stood the terrible sight of the Bloody Baron, in his hand an
ax dripping in silvery-red blood.
Phydt and Quinn felt their blood run cold
as the watched the Baron raise the weapon once more over the heads of the three
boys huddled on the ground at his feet. Just as the specter went to strike it
down with a gruesome blow Quinn whipped out her wand and cried out, “Milwraeth
The baron’s ax stopped in mid air as if
striking some unseen barrier. This only seemed to anger him, however, and he
continued the blows with furious force.
“Help me, Phydt,” Quinn called under the
strain of holding her aegis, and the light haired lad echoed the spell, doubling
it’s strength. Despite all their efforts, the two Gryffindors’ shield was weakening,
with the bloody figure’s nonrelenting swings, and the petrified Slytherins had
no aid to lend. The y were stiffened by fear.
The Baron continued to hammer at the shield,
with no escape in sight, when a mournful howl split the air. Swiftly the Baron
turned, and the children could see over his shoulder a phantom wolf standing
over the fallen form of Nicholas Mimsy.
“No,” the Baron breathe, but it was too
late; the werewolf with one pounding leap was on him, and the ax could not save
With fearful cries of, “Werewolf!” the
three Slytherins were off, back to the castle as fast as their legs could carry
With one last look the Gyffindors were
not far behind, though their fear was not of the wolf.
The students reached the castle in safety,
and hustled off to their dormitories to join the still roaring parties, (though
none of the five took much joy from them.)
The Slytherins told no one of their fright,
and the Gryffindors breathe not a word, unsure of what to make of it all. Though
some unasked questions had been answered, many new ones had arisen.
But none of them ever forgot what happened
that night, and all of them looked at their own house ghost with a new terrible