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[{x}]She Cried Bloody Murder[{x}]) by XwhisperXinsanityX

Format: Novella
Chapters: 4
Word Count: 15,802
Status: WIP

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Strong Language, Strong Violence, Scenes of a Sexual Nature, Substance Use or Abuse, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme

Genres: Horror/Dark, Mystery, Young Adult
Characters: Harry, Dumbledore, Snape, Sirius, Draco, OC
Pairings: Draco/OC, Harry/OC, Other Pairing

First Published: 01/11/2007
Last Chapter: 03/05/2007
Last Updated: 03/05/2007

There's been a murder at Hogwarts, but it hasn't even happened yet. Kieran has a secret to hold. Can she prevent herself from doing the unspeakable? Or will feelings get in the way?

Chapter 4: -Death and Depression-

        They messed up. We could see it on their faces. There was no going back and no way out of it. We were settled in Dumbledore’s office. All separated in our own lonesome seats, staring wonderingly at each other for what seemed like hours, each of us too afraid to say a word. Dumbledore and Hagrid’s voices are faintly heard from behind the office entrance, not loud enough for us to hear, I’m sure we’ve all tried desperately.

        Nikita’s to my right, Jaye to my left and Tatiyana to her left. It took awhile to get Jaye to calm. We held her in her golden cage for a good hour, soothing her, singing to her, like a child. We all started at the sound of the door opening, our necks cracking as we whipped our heads around. Hagrid entered first, his head bowed in what was obvious to be defeat. They had to be arguing over something important to him. Dumbledore slowly and silently shut the door behind him and smiled warmly at our curious faces. He made his way easily around to his desk and faced us all; Hagrid stood behind us, sulking.

        “As you all know, there is something important for me to tell you,” he began, his smile weakening just a tad. “I have known this for quite sometime and I am sure that you will be upset that I haven’t told you sooner, but I pray that you understand.” He paused, knowing he couldn’t hold it off any longer. For someone who seemed to win the argument he didn’t seem too excited about it.

        “You are all part of an ancient prophecy,” he said abruptly but smoothly. “You all do not know your mothers, am I right?” We all nodded confusedly. “Your families were very blessed. Though your mothers were given the child they always wanted, they also gave in their lives.” He paused, waiting to see if we had an input - which we did not seeing as our mouths were gaping, frozen – then he continued. “Your mothers could not bare children themselves. They were found and given an option; a decision that would change their lives forever.” He paused again, this time for himself. “Your real mother’s name was Ana…”

        “The mother of all gods…” I said with disbelief.

        “You’ve done your research, Miss Kaelee. Yes, her name was Ana, named after the mother of all gods. She was said to bare the children of the Elements.”

        “You mean like Fire, Water, Wind… those elements? I questioned.


        “Yes, Miss Kaelee,” he looked at me and smiled, then looked at us as one. “You are all the children of the Elements.”

        At the corner of my eye I could see Jaye’s head bow and turn from us. I looked at her curiously. She looked ashamed. “You knew didn’t you?” I asked her, a smidge of anger hitting me.

        “Now, now…” Dumbledore soothed. “Jaye found out first for good reasons. She may tell you about it on her own terms. For now, let me finish explaining. Your fathers didn’t know of this. No one was supposed to. Ana gave your mothers the gift and that was that. They were told of their fate and were set off to live for the 9 months they had left. Now there were 6 Elements released. I only know of you 4.”

        “If no one was told, how do you know?” I asked. My head was rushing with questions as probably was my friends. I had just been too anxious and beat it to them.

        “I have my ways,” his eyes twinkled and he tried to press on with the matter, but Nikita spoke first.


        “What Elements are we?” she asked with the same hazed expression she’s had since we started this conversation.

        “I will be getting to that,” Dumbledore replied lightly. “First I must tell you two something important.” He pointed hesitantly at me and Niki. “You two were different. The process didn’t work as it was to.” He suddenly looked us dead in the eye, as if he could leave an eye on me and an eye on Niki. “You two are twins.”

        Niki gasped. I was too awe-stricken to gasp. Dumbledore continued. “Your mother was only to get one Element, there were only suppose to be 5 altogether. Then you two were born. They didn’t know what to make of it. They took you away from your family to investigate, if you may call it. They could not decided on what Elements you would grow to be. The original plan was to be the Elements of Earth, Fire, Air, Water, and Psychic.” Dumbledore stopped, gave us a moment to soak up the piercing information. “Now, what they did next was cruel, but they thought it as best. They separated both of you. Your father did not know there were two of you, they kept it from him. They thought that maybe, kept together, you would get too strong too fast. Niki, as you know, you were sent to an orphanage and Kieran, you were kept with your father. It is a sad thing but that is how it went."

        "If Niki and I are twins, then is my birthday really on March 1st or is it February 14th?" I asked confusedly. 

        "Well, my guess would be as good as yours. Though, Niki has gained her powers so I would assume your real birthday would be February 14th. Maybe your powers are achieved on your given birthday. That brings me to your question Niki. You wanted to know what Elements you are. To start off, you all receive your full power potential on your 18th birthday, obviously. Niki, yours has just passed and all I have seen of yours so far is self healing. I am not sure what it is and I am not sure what Elements are options for you and Kieran. That will take time. Otherwise, I do not know what yours is either, Tatiyana, and I do not know who the other 2 Elements are.”

        There was a sudden awkward silence were we all sat and pondered, grasping this overload of new information. Hagrid nervously tapped his massive boot against the floor, scaring me out of my trance a bit.

        “Any other questions?” Dumbledore questioned. None were asked.

        Dumbledore politely asked us out and left us to our dorms to ponder, though we did not go to our dorms, we went straight outside. We breathed in the fresh air thankfully, clearing our minds. Tatiyana was the first to slump weakly against a tree. She had been silent the whole time. Jaye Fiddled with her long blue hair nervously, knowing our questions would fly angrily at her soon. Niki and I stayed at separate ends of the tree, not that we didn’t like each other any more; we just needed some time to adjust.

        “So…” I started, searching my head for a gentle way to ask Jaye about her knowledge. “How did you find out?”

        “Hagrid told me,” she answered bluntly. “That’s why I stormed off that one day and didn’t come back for 3 days.”


        “But why would I be mad?” Jaye read my mind. “Because it was more than just the knowledge of my gift, it was the knowledge of my family. I was lied to.”

        “You were told that your mother was a demon and your father was a guardian angel.”


        “Exactly, now my mother is the godly one and my father... well I don’t even know who he is.” Jaye stomped on the ground with rage, shaking the dirt beneath us slightly.

        “May I ask, what did Hagrid tell you?” Nikita spoke up.

        “He told me I had powers, the powers of the Air. So all in all I can control winged animals and I control the weather basically.”

        “So that’s why it rained so much when you trapped yourself in the forest?” I asked. Jaye nodded admittedly.

        “What else?” Niki pressed.

        “Well my real mother is obviously your mother too. The mother that had gotten me was demonic. That is why I change. She tricked Ana and took me. She had it planned; she wanted me to corrupt the prophecy.” Jaye slumped against the tree beside Tat.

        “But you didn’t,” comforted Niki. “You haven’t and you won’t, Jaye. You’re fine the way you are, we’re going to work hard and help you get rid of that demon side. I promise…” Jaye and Niki smiled warmly at each other.




        It’s been a few hours since our encounter with Dumbledore. Nikita and I are hanging around in our dorms, nothing to do but lounge around and think over what we have heard.

        “It’s mine and Harry’s 3 year anniversary today,” Niki says randomly, livening up the silence a bit.

        “Really, you’d think you were married,” I responded, perking my head up from hanging it absent mindedly over the bed-side.

        “Someday. We’re going to Hogsmeade, my favourite restaurant. Actually, what time is it?”

        “A quarter to 7, why?”

        “Oh my gosh, I’m going to be late!” Nikita jumped up from her leaning post and scattered around the room in search for clean dress clothing, causing an even bigger mess. “I’ll love you forever if you clean that up!” and she was gone before I could retort.

        I wondered the room aimlessly after that, trying desperately to find something, anything, to keep my mind off my past. I went in search for Tatiyana but could not find her anywhere. Not in the Great Hall, not Hagrid’s, not even in her common room in which I bribed a fellow Ravenclaw to check for her. No one knew where she was. It was as if she jumped off the face of the Earth without a slight scream.

        Feeling like an outcast I sat in the shelter of the great oak tree in which my friends and I declared ours. I opened my long lost, dusty diary and began writing everything down. I swear it took hours but if it had the sun would be gone and I’d be in trouble. I raised my head from my musing; getting a strange feeling I was being watched. I swung my head every which way but could not see anything or anyone. Once I felt content enough I continued with my writing.

       A few minutes later. Footsteps, heading my way. They seemed to be cautious. As if they didn’t want to be caught. I was too panicked to move or turn my head and see who or what it was. Next, tapping on my shoulder. It startled me so much that I accidentally flung my diary a few meters ahead of myself.

        “Sorry! Didn’t mean to frighten you,” Draco’s voice came from behind my back.

        I rose from the ground angrily, ready to smack him in the face for sneaking up on me. I simply gave him a stern expression and went to grab my diary before he could see what was written on the exposed pages.

        “Please, try not to be upset, I…”he began, letting his words trail, building up confidence. “I wanted to show you something.” He held out his hand. I stared at it wonderingly.

        “And why should I trust you?” I asked, eyebrow cocked.

        He simply smiled and tilted his head. Making his features look too gentle to deny. That bloody git has to always be so convincing. I took his hand hesitantly. He started off in the direction of the Forbidden Forest, his walk speeding into a job as he squeezed my hand ever so slightly, making sure I didn’t slip away.

        “Where in bloody hell are you taking me?” I yelled in alarm.

        “Trust me,” he winked.

        “You better hope we don’t get caught, Malfoy.”

        “We won’t!” He sounded excited. More excited than I’ve heard him when he’s picking the crap put of Potter. This isn’t the mean, crude Malfoy I know him to be, this is the playful side I’ve never seen.


        He led me to a far corner of the Forest and hasn’t spoken since. “It’s not far in, we’re almost there.” We were both panting. He slowed down to give us a break. We were pretty much clear from any authority that might catch us. We crouched low to the ground to get pass all the low branches. It felt like we had been running for forever yet I could feel something, like a voice in my head or a sensation telling me something magical was close.

        A few more struggled steps forward and!-

        “Merlin!” is all I could manage to say, my chin dropping dramatically, my eyes sparkling, reflecting the beautiful image. There, right in front of me, gleamed a magnificent pound, silver in the light of the opening the trees were making for it. Around it stood, about 5 or 6, unicorns. They paid no attention or at least felt no threat from us as they continued grazing around the edge of the water, lapping some up every once and a while.

        “Like it?” Draco asked, startling me a bit as I had forgotten he was there.

        I turned around and stared him in his smirking expression, knowing he had done well. “How did you find this place?”

        “I have my ways,” he said, crossing his arms triumphantly, showing a little bit more of the original, boastful Draco.

        “Well,” I began, ignoring his slight egotistical approach. “It’s amazing, I love it.” I shuffled my feet among the dirt, hoping he’d be the one to make a move; I hadn’t gotten the courage to yet. I took my eyes off my mud-coated shoes to swiftly peer up to see if he was about to attempt anything when I had gotten caught in the middle of it. My head curved up to meet with his. I jumped back a bit in shock but his left arm wrapped itself around my lower back before I could get too far as his right hand caressed my cheek. He held me there teasingly for prolong moments. His eyes seemed to soften as I stared at them continuously; giving me signs I could not miss.

        Normally around this time I’d slap him with all my might and march away, but the voices told me to stay. They didn’t need to of course, right now I felt as if I could live the greatest life right here in his arms, no matter how much I might pretend to regret it later.

        I closed my eyes, leaving myself vulnerable to his next decision. I gave him my trust and he used it wisely. I could feel his breath warm my face, getting closer and lighter. We were almost touching.

        Suddenly the ear piercing noise of the unicorns cry separated us, making me tremble in surprise. I looked over at the pound, still held tight in Draco’s grasp. There kneeled Jaye, lapping up the silver water, unaware of our presence. When she was done she looked up, whipped her mouth clean and shrieked at the sudden images of me and Draco. I looked at Draco, Draco looked at me and we pushed each other away, pretending nothing happened, me smiling mischievously under my breath.


 Nikita’s POV

       I was dressed in my best gown, even if it was on the floor of my dorm. The same one I wore for the Christmas formal. I met Harry at the restaurant not even thinking about the food but of the information I had for him. He pulled out the seat for me to sit on like a true gentleman then sat down gently himself. We both twiddled our thumbs and took glances at each other for a good 10 minutes, waiting for our food.

        “I need to talk to you…” we said in unison. “You first…” we said again, rising from our seats, grabbing each others hands.

        “OK,” I began, trembling with excitement/nerves. “You ready?”

        “I’m ready,” Harry nodded with a big warm smile, trembling also.

        “OK…” I took a deep breath, reading myself. “Harry…I’m pregnant!” I exclaimed happily. I might be young, but I’ve always wanted a child.

        “You….you’re pregnant…” he reassured himself looking a bit too iffy for my liking.

        “Yeah…you’re not…upset, are you?”

        “No, no! Not upset just a little shocked. How?”

        “Well, you see Harry, when a girl and guy-”

        “I mean, we were protected.”

        “I don’t know and I don’t care. I’m happy and I’m going to make the best out of this. I hope you do to.”

        “Of course….of course I will.” He gave me a sweet kiss on the cheek. “Now…” Harry dug deep into his pocket, pulled something out that was hidden from me by his hands. “My turn.” It all hit me in one big rush. As soon as his knee hit that floor, before he could even ask, I jumped into his arms howling ‘yes!’ at the top of my lungs. Harry laughed hysterically, lifting himself up, me still swinging in his arms. He stared at me with true love glowing in his eyes. “Nikita, will you marry me?”

        “Yes, yes, yes! I will marry you Harry Potter! Now where’s that huge shinny ring at?”

End Nikita’s POV


        It’s early in the morning. I’m dreaming about a certain someone I never thought I’d think wishful about. The suns about to peek over the trees. It’s a perfect moment, and of course, it’s ruined.

        Nikita barges through the door as if she were being chased by killers. She runs immediately to my bed side and doesn’t stop, she jumps right on top of me, shaking me, forcing me to wake up, waking up half the other girls in the dorm meanwhile. I shoot my eyes open just for her contentment and look over at my clock.

        “It’s five o’clock in the bloody morning! What do you want? Where have you been? And how the bloody hell did you get in here?” I blasted at her, the last question being more curious than anything else.

        “I need to tell you something! I’ve been with Harry! And I have my ways!” she yelled happily back. It’s unnatural for even Nikita to be this happy this early in the morning.

        “Well then, you have my undivided attention now that you scared me awake.”

        “Oh my gosh, where do I start?” Niki beamed. “OK, here I go. Harry and I are getting married!” Niki yells, raising some of the other heads in the dorm.

        “What? Married? When? How?” I was full of questions. Don’t get me wrong though, I was excited.

        “Yes, married, we haven’t decided yet on anything else. But there’s more!”


        “Yes more. I’m pregnant!”

        “You’re pregnant? Seriously, Niki? Congratulations!” I knew how bad Niki has wanted to bare a child. My opinion is it might be too early but, hey; at least we’ll be out of school by the time it’s born. 

        I reached over to give Niki a warm hug. Her hands clutched my back and hair, my hands stroked hers, and my mind went elsewhere. I gasped as the rush hit me. I should know better to touch people and things by now, they give me premonitions.

        Everything was white this time. I thought I’d be trapped in it but then shadows where revealed. Walls, people…Niki. Niki was standing in front of me. My hand was on her baby filled stomach, though, something was terribly wrong. Niki’s face was distorted, in pain almost but so much to leave her with a wordless, gaping mouth. Her skin was graying, darkening slowly, crawling up her neck. I searched for the source. Of course, the source was me. Her stomach was almost pitched black, pulsing beneath my glowing hand. I was killing her, and her baby.

        I closed my eyes and reopened them, hoping she would disappear. She didn’t. I did it again and again and again. Finally she was gone and I was surrounded by white again. I adjusted my eyes. Walls and people...people running around and weeping frantically. I was in a hospital room, Nikita lying lifelessly on the hospital bed.

        “The baby died instantly. There’s nothing we could have or can do,” one of the sergeants said, helplessly.

        “What about her? Is she alive?” It was Tatiyana’s voice, though I couldn’t see her over the sergeant. The sergeant bowed his head in response. The weeping got louder.


        I woke up, cheeks soaked, hands trembling, trembling in Nikita’s hands. I looked away from her concerned eyes, looked down and blinked away some of the tears left lingering in my eyes so that I could see. She was holding my hands tight, stopping me from shaking. I yanked them away. Looking back up into her face I scrambled away from her, just then realizing there were others, girls from our dorm, looking wonderingly at me. I jutted to my feet, taking off as fast as I could possibly force myself to. I was down the corridors in no time. My feet were leading me; my mind was too corrupted to think. I was soon at Dumbledore’s office entrance. It was already open. I sprinted up the steps forgetting the fact that I couldn’t breathe any longer. Dumbledore’s office door was open. I ran in.

        “I was hoping it wouldn’t have come to this,” he said simply, peering out of his open window, sipping from his mug, refusing to look around at me. 

        I stood there in the middle of the sparkling room, panting for dear life, trying desperately to pull myself together.

        “Please, take a seat, relax.”

        I took a seat hoping it’d help me gain my lung power back. “I’m…a killer.” I said between gasps. I really don’t know how I ran that fast; I got here in ¼ the normal time. Tears began trickling down my face again; bringing to life the dry ones. “I’m…going to…kill…Niki.”

        “No you aren’t,” said Dumbledore smoothly.

        “I am. I saw…it. I’m…going to…kill her…her baby…and Harry!”

        “Kieran!” Dumbledore yelled. The first time I’ve ever been screamed at by him. He was now facing me, red in the face. “You will not be killing anyone!” His features softened as he saw my shocked expression. He walked over to his desk, put down his mug and made his way around to stand in front of me. “I am sorry,” he apologized, crouching down to be face to face with me as he gently squeezed my shoulders. “I know how afraid and angry you must be, but you also must have faith. Believe me, Kieran; I will not let you hurt anyone.” 



        I’m destined to kill Harry with Godric Gryffindor’s sword. I’m destined to kill Nikita and her baby with only my touch, but not before Niki tells me to kill her own fiancé.

        I’m sitting, alone, once again in that room with the strange barrier that they had me in before. I’m not upset about it this time. I need the time alone. I feel depressed, insane, suicidal almost. The blood that is now on my hands, I can’t take it.

        And of course, on my point of desperation, Snape comes to make worse.

        “Please just leave me alone,” I begged him.

        “I am here to do you good, Miss Kaelee, not bad,” he assured.

        “There is definitely no good you could do me.” I thought for certain that he was going to rage at me after that one, instead he lowered his head and sighed. He muttered some words and flicked his wand. I felt a certain field overcome the room.

        “I am here to give you an alternative, Miss Kaelee.”

        “What are you talking about?” I asked confusedly, turning myself around on my bed to face him completely.

        “I’m sure your father would agree for me to tell you this. You do not belong here.” He took his dark abysses of eyes off the floor and stared me down so seriously that I could almost feel his darkness enter me. “You belong with us. You belong with the Dark Lord, Kieran – The Little Dark One.”  

        I’ve been through enough these days. The pain of knowing I’ll make my friends deaths, the knowledge that I’m some destructible element that no one knows about, now I have the knowledge of my God fathers faiths and how they’re no where near mine. It’s the first time in forever that he’s called me by my first name but now I wish he never had.

        “Don’t call me that!” is all I could manage through my trembling lips.

        “It is the name your father gave you and it is what you were meant to live by!”

        “I choose not to! There is nothing you can do to make me follow my father’s footsteps. I am almost 18; soon I will see no more of you!” I rose to my feet to make a visual effect to my immense screaming. He must have put a sound proof barrier on the place because there have been no interruptions yet.

        “Yes, you are almost 18.” He smirked evilly. “And then you will be at your full strength. I can give you all the information you want about your powers, you just need to follow us.” He held out his hand welcomingly. This is the first time he’s looked at me invitingly, I don’t trust it one bit.

        “You are seriously retarded if you think I’m going to turn my back on Dumbledore. You go to your Dark Lord and you tell him that he’s not getting his play toy.”

        He continued to smirk, rising my anger. “We’ve been watching you, Kaelee. Dumbledore won’t be able to help you. You’ll come around.” He turned his back and started towards the door. He stopped abruptly inches in front of it, refusing to turn around. “I trust that you will keep your mouth shut about this, before you regret anything else.” Then he disappeared through the glowing barrier.

        I flopped myself onto my hard, springy bed miserably. Soon my pillow was soaked with salty tears. I had lost all hope. Maybe I was no good here; maybe my friends would be safer if I was gone.

        There was a brush against my back. I swung around, firsts ready to beat up Snape’s ugly face. It was only Tatiyana. She stared at me, startled by my anger.

        “I’m sorry,” I apologized. “I’m a little jumpy right now.”

        “I can see that,” she giggled. “Look,” she started, seating herself on the bed beside me. “I have something to tell you.”

        “Shoot,” I commanded.

        “You know how I’ve been missing for awhile?”


        “Well I went to go see my dad.”

        “OK, why couldn’t you have told us that before you left?”

        “Well, you see, I didn’t just see my dad.” She paused, a smile growing on her face. “I went to go see our mother, our real mother. I saw Ana.”