"I hate you with every fiber of my being," she hissed, drifting closer to the man she has despised for many years. "I would rather see you burn in the pits of Hell before I forgive you. You are a petty and cruel man that I would never have married. I would have seen myself dead before I lay in your bed. All it took was me saying no to you once, and you lashed out and murdered me, all the while professing your love," she spat. One look at his face and all thoughts of pretending forgiveness flew out the window. The scene from her death played over and over in her head. The look of anger that had lined his face and the feel of the knife as he stabbed her many times was overriding her senses. She threw back her head and flung out her arms and screamed to the air in anguish, making everyone within a hundred feet wonder what was happening.
Damien hung his head in sorrow. Would he be forever doomed to wander these halls? Never to speak to the woman he loved in anything but anger? He, like Helena, was very tired, if a ghost can feel such. All hopes of forgiveness died with that wail. He stared and her and also fell into the scene of their last moments as living people. He moaned deeply in despair, causing Harry to shift nervously.
"Ummm… well… ummm… Lady Ravenclaw can come and find me when it's all hashed out," Harry said hurriedly, getting off the windowsill and sidling down the wall. He wanted to get away from the two feuding ghosts. That scream pierced his heart, making him wonder just how brutal her death was. Oh, he guessed that it had been a murder, just from the state of the Baron's robes, and what she shouted, but there was an underlying something that he didn't know. That and the Baron's moan also indicated that there was something more to the whole story.
The Grey Lady continued to yell vitriol at the Baron as our hero rabbited down the hall. He heard the bell and went to wait for his friends. He'd tell them what happened, in one of the receiving rooms. They all met in the Entrance Hall and Harry took them to one of the rooms. When they all entered, he threw up a ward. "Well, that didn't work," he said as he slumped in one of the chairs.
"Do you know who was wailing and moaning? I thought it was Myrtle, but it's in the wrong part of the castle," Hermione asked as she took a seat. She had been in DADA when the screams and moans fill the air. It had set shivers down her spine.
"That was the Grey Lady," Luna informed her airily. "She is confronting her murderer as we speak. I suspect we will hear more soon." She too felt the anguish of the ghost, and knew that it was the Grey Lady. The only thing that would have made her wail like that was the Bloody Baron.
"How could you possibly know that?" the bushy-haired teen asked, turning to the girl she thought of as ditzy. She still didn't believe the little blonde was a seer.
"She's right, that's who it was. It's partially my fault," Harry stated with gloom in his voice. He waved them all silent and told them of his talk between both ghosts. Even the part about what had happened on the night of his disappearance.
There were gasps and shrewd looks among his friends. They were equally saddened for the ghosts, but angry at Snape.
"I do hope that the Baron passes on, I hate to see Lady Ravenclaw so sad," was Luna's comment.
"Yeah, that scream was heart-rending," Harry agreed with a nod and a full-body shiver. He never wanted to hear something like that again.
"Well, there is little to do but wait. What do you plan on doing about Snape?" Neville asked, hoping the man would be more embarrassed than he was with the dress prank, which he now ignored. It was still hilarious to see the man when it hit, but not quite as fun as when he tried to rid himself of it, all the while yelling that he was going to get Black back.
"Yeah, Harry, what's the plan?" the twins asked, perking up.
"Oh, I have a plan, alright. I'm going to out two people during the first task, but I need your help," the amnesiac said with a wicked grin, and then laid out his plan to them.
This made the boys and Luna cackle with glee. Hermione got a look on her face as if she was undecided as to what to think. On one hand, Snape was a teacher. On the other hand, he was partly responsible for Harry's condition. She weighed what she knew and looked at her best friend's face. She listened with her eyes and nodded her head. She'd stick with Harry.
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