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The ghosts of the Shrieking Shack	By : LyraWolfgirl Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 49 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I wrote that story just for entertainment. I neither own any of the characters from the Harry Potter universe, nor do I earn any money with my fanfiction. The only character that belongs to me, is Katrina Flowers, whom I invented myself.

Chapter List
- 1-The ghosts of the Shrieking Shack
- 2-The Aftermath
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Completely exhausted, Katrina awoke from a sleep marked by vague visions and shadows. It took her a while to finally open her eyes. She found herself near the lake. Had she been sleepwalking? Irritated she looked around and tried to remember how she got here. A star-studded sky flashed through her mind, a bright full moon and that deep feeling of peace. Had she been outside the whole night? It seemed so! Her clothes were soaked from the moss she had been lying on and her dark blonde hair was full of small sticks from her surroundings. What the hell had made her wander the grounds in the dead of night? Then she remembered – the rumours about the Whomping Willow! Obviously, she never had reached the tree!
The young woman tried to sit up, but her whole body ached. She groaned miserably, then tried a second time. Her muscles revolted. They weren't only stiff from the cold but sore. To Katrina her condition was a complete mystery. What had happened to her? She stood up and brushed a couple of leaves from her cloak. Cloak? Wait a minute! She stopped dead! When she had left the castle, she hadn't worn a cloak. Or did she?
Well hidden in a bush nearby a huge black dog monitored her every step. Padfoot wanted to make sure, that she was okay after they finally had lifted the spell. Human and hound alike felt sorry for the clueless young witch. Still, after giving it some thought the Animagus had to admit that the others were right. Eradicating her memory was the only way for HER and for THEM to get out unscathed. For a moment the dog closed his eyes, when the shadows of the previous night came back to him. Yes! They indeed had gone way overboard; had crossed more than just one line. And yet ... SHE had fun, too! At least SOMETIMES – he added, as her desperate cries of pain and misery rang in his ears again.
Allowing his declared archenemy to join in, had turned out to be the best decision he possibly could have made. Not only all of Snapes little spells had helped a lot. He also had that cold-blooded foresight they desperately needed to cover all their tracks. It was the potion's master who had suggested that they rather take the risk of being spotted while they bring her outside – away from the Shrieking Shack; away from the Whomping Willow – then let her wake up in the very four-poster in which they all had fucked her. Not that she could have remembered! But even a slight connection between her and Sirius Black's hiding place would have raised Dumbledores suspicions, especially after the condition she was in. Now, if somebody asked her where she had been, she neither would know that she got past the tree, nor the secret passageway she had followed. The only answer she could give, would be that she had wandered the grounds and fell asleep near the lake.
The dog let out a relieved sigh, when the young woman eventually returned to the castle. In a split second he vanished into the morning mist and returned to his temporary home. Meanwhile Katrina checked her watch for the first time after she had woken. Her heart sank. It was almost eight! She had to hurry, or she would end up late for class! Not an option today! Not if she had potions!
"Miss Flowers!" Snape's voice echoed oily through the classroom a good half hour later, as the young woman, rushed and dishevelled, slid into the classroom with the last note of the bell. "How fortunate that you also have found your way into our midst at last!" He looked at his student like a predator ready to attack. "To me! Now!" Katrina knew the dangerous calmness with which her professor always announced upcoming disaster before it actually descended. So, she ducked beforehand while she inched to his desk, a growing lump in her stomach. With cruel satisfaction, Snape waited until you could have heard a pin drop in the entire room. Only then he turned to the slightly trembling Hufflepuff. "I don't know what you were up to last night, and I don't care! But if you attend my classes just for one more time as deranged and overtired as you currently are, you WILL truly regret it! Understood?" The only two Slytherins grinned gleefully, while Katrina lost all the colour in her face. Suddenly, her professor pressed a glass of water into her hand. "And now drink down! It seems, otherwise, you are spending the remaining lesson unconscious on the dungeon floor!" Snape waited until his student had followed this unmistakable order, then the next act of sadistic humiliation followed. "For the time we wasted on your behalf, Hufflepuff loses ten points, for your desolate condition another ten and for daring to show up almost too late for my class, I deduct twenty points from your house! Now get back to your cauldron and be grateful, that I for now go without detention!"
The strange aftertaste of the water didn't haunt Katrina as much as the harsh embarrassment she had to endure in front of the entire UTZ course. 40 points! He had really taken 40 points from her house! Worse! Now, in no time at all, half the school would gossip viciously about her! As soon as the bell rang, the young witch fled that dreadful dungeon and hurried along the corridor, where the entrance to her common room awaited her. She just wanted to hide in her dormitory, but then she suddenly realized how hungry she actually was and turned around halfway.
Meanwhile, the door of Snape's classroom closed behind one last lingerer. The fires under the cauldrons had already been extinguished, and the professor was just returning to his desk. Suddenly a shadow moved in the corner behind him. Before he was willing to notice his guest, though, the potion's master calmly stowed away a stack of parchments in the top drawer of a small secretary.
"Don't you have any lessons?" Snape finally asked in a low hiss, looking at the man, who was still standing in the semi-darkness.
"No!" Came the taciturn reply. "Full moon! I … I have my excuse … I …" He broke off.
"What do you want?" Snape disapprovingly crossed his arms in front of his chest. "You look like shit! If somebody sees you leave my office like that, he could either think I dumped you OR that we're up to something! So, got a grip on yourself for Merlin's sake!" Lupin fought with himself.
"I just wanted to know how she took it!" he admitted after a long moment of booming silence, then he fought with himself again. "After ... After all that ... You … It wasn't necessary to give her so much of a stick, Severus!" Lupin finally spat out bitterly. Snape just snorted contemptuously.
"And why not? Kid gloves don't suit me! Instead of lecturing me, you should be falling onto your knees and thank me with all you have! I just saved our arses you moron! She had to drink the potion, and I got it done in a way no suspicions will be raised!" Startled, the professor of Defence gasped.
"What do you mean? What potion?" he asked, with an unmistakable trace of concern in his voice, as he stepped out of his hiding place at last.
"Well, can't you guess?! It was a contraceptive draught and something to cure her sore muscles! So, no need to panic!" Snape replied annoyed. He looked at his colleague and shook his head. Always so much mistrust! "I suppose that was in Black's and your interest?! After all, not only for HER it would be highly unpleasant, if our little adventure had undesirable consequences!" he continued laconically and wiped the corpus delicti dry with a clean cloth. Still Lupin looked tense and nervous.
"Are you sure, she won't remember? What if that spell fades away after a while, as some oblivion charms tend to do?" In his now penetrating gaze, it became clear that exactly that question had made Lupin hide in the potion's classroom for an hour and a half. Snape's lips curled in amusement, then he allowed himself to put a hand on his colleague's shoulder.
"Believe me! Not even the Dark Lord himself could bring the previous night back to her memory! My spell doesn't fade! Another thing you learn from the Deatheaters!" With a mixture of relief and discomfort, Lupin took a deep breath, then finally nodded. Snape flared his nostrils. "All concerns dispelled, then?" Again, the professor of Defence nodded. "Good! And now, let's never mention it again!" One last look and Snape left the classroom with his robes billowing behind him to finally join Dumbledore and the others for lunch in the Great Hall.

THE END

Thanks for reading. I know my little story is a bit controvertial, but I hope, you nevertheless liked it. I also hope my english was sufficient. Please note I'm not a native. Still, I tried to eliminate most spelling errors and wrong grammar as best as I could.
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