Dedicated to -destiel_is_life-

Prompt: "okay a drarry story, but creepy. like there are strange details and uncomfortably vague horror parts and strangeness i just really love horror"

Keep in mind that is story is simply intended to make the reader feel uneasy and strange, but it is in no way intended to genuinely scare or trigger anyone. That being said, there may be some triggers for people that I'm not aware of, and if you see anything that you believe could be triggering, please comment it on this paragraph and I will make a warning for it.

I can promise, however, that there are no suicide triggers in this.

:)

enjoy.

Harry doesn't want to be in this hallway, but he is and he must deal with that fact.

It's the only hall that will allow him to go to the Great Hall anymore. The others refuse.

Still, the spots of blood on the walls he can see in his peripheral vision churn his stomach and make him wonder if he even wants breakfast at all.

He knows he's been walking too long. The hallway isn't this long, but today it is and he's worried. But he just keeps walking, and doesn't look up.

Never look up.

Finally, the hallway has decided his capitivity is no longer necessary, and he opens the door to the Great Hall.

It is empty, and the lights are out.

He doesn't look to the sides, just walks to the Gryffindor table, sitting down and grabbing a biscuit, which looks strangely red in the glowing lights of the sunrise peeking through the window, barely granting him enough light to see.

"Hello Harry."

Harry jumps. Luna is in front of him. The door never opened or closed.

"How long have you been here?" he says, trying desperately not to look at her teeth.

"Too long." 

He represses a shudder at her response, eyes uncontrollably drawn to her horrifying teeth.

The doors open and Luna sits down as students come in, talking loudly to each other. He doesn't ask her why she doesn't sit at the Ravenclaw table. He's too afraid of the answer.

Ron sits. Hermione sits. Draco sits. Seamus sits. Dean sits. Neville sits. They are silent.

"Why are you here?" Harry murmurs to Draco, who looks up at him with flat, blank grey eyes.

"Because I'm afraid of what Nott will do to me if I sit over there," he whispers back. Red tears are already welling up in his eyes, and he brushes them away quickly, grabbing a pitcher of something Harry really wishes he could say was pumpkin juice and pouring it into his glass.

"How do you know that's not poisoned?" Hermione asks, her scratchy voice making Harry wince. 

"I don't." Draco takes a delicate sip and reaches for some food.

Ron reaches out to grab a pancake, but Dean snatches his hand. His eyes are wide and terrified.

"Don't," he simply whispers, and Ron nods and grabs a waffle instead.

"Do you have Potions first?" Harry asks Seamus. Seamus shrugs.

"I'm going to the Astronomy Tower," he replies.

"You have Astronomy first?" Harry asks, grabbing another biscuit. He's too scared to eat his first one, given the way Luna is staring at him.

"I'm going to the Astronomy Tower," Seamus repeats, and then he stands and leaves, the clacking of his shoes echoing in the now dead-silent Great Hall. The door should make a sound when it shuts, but it decides not to. Harry wishes it had.

"I have Potions first, I can walk with you to stay safe," Neville offers. Harry stares at him gratefully.

"I have Potions first too, can I come?" Draco asks tentatively.

"Do you have your wand?" Neville asks him. Draco nods. "Then yes."

They stand in unison, and Harry doesn't bother to point out that they've barely eaten anything.

It's not like eating will get them anywhere anyway. They won't live long enough to see what the world outside of Hogwarts grounds looks like.

They walk through a different door than the one Harry entered from, which is strange becaus ehe doesn't recall a door ever being here, but now he's walking through it.

They walk down the hall to Potions, ignoring the screams coming from the room to the right. Harry's fingers twitch, itching to cover his ears, but he doesn't.  Any sudden movements, and he's dead.

They enter the classroom to see Professor McGonagall. They walk to the middle row of desks, carefully stepping over the body in the middle of the floor.

Draco sits next to Harry. Neville sits across the room. They are the only ones, besides the thing in the back of the room and Professor McGonagall.

"Where is Professor Snape?" Neville asks.

"He's gone."

Harry notices she doesn't mention if he'll ever return.

Blaise walks through the door just as the bells rings, and he sits in the front of the room.

"Class has started. You will listen. You will take notes. You will not speak unless you have been asked a question. You will answer the question and then you will be silent." McGonagall's gaping pits where her eyes should be stare blankly at them.

"Chapter 666, how to draw the third symbol in a pentagram-"

"Professor, we never learned about pentagrams, and we're on chapter 9-" Blaise starts, but suddenly he is choking and gasping and collapses to the floor.

No one looks at him. The silence stretches for forty minutes before McGonagall breaks it.

"Chapter 666, how to draw the third symbol in a pentagram-"

She is cut off by the bell.

"You will be here again tomorrow. Mr. Longbottom, please stay after."

"I liked Blaise," Draco whispers, staring at Blaise's body as they walk past.

"You can't afford to like anyone," Harry responds, but he wipes away the tear that escapes Draco's eye, ignoring the red stain it leaves on his sleeve.

"I like you," Draco tries for a smile as he reaches out and holds Harry's hand, but it's a bit lopsided and bloodstained.

"You're dating me, you obviously like me," Harry replies. "I'll see you at lunch."

"Hopefully." 

Harry kisses Draco's cheek, stepping over the broken glass on the ground as he heads to the Astronomy Tower.

Seamus is there, staring down at the ground.

"What if I look up?" he asks.

"Never look up."

"What will I see?"

"Don't look up, Seamus."

Seamus closes his eyes, tilting his head up toward the Above.

"Seamus, think of how devastated Dean would be."

"I need to know." Seamus opens his eyes and stares blankly at the Above.

And he screams.

He screams loud and long and horrifying, the blood in his mouth bubbling over and dripping onto his bare feet.

Harry grabs him, pulling him inside and all the way to the Gryffindor dorms.

The whole time, Seamus never stops screaming.

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"How is Seamus?" Dean asks nervously, tapping his fork on the dinner table.

"It's been days. He doesn't move, doesn't eat, doesn't drink," Harry replies. "You know, maybe you could cmome to the dorms and visit him."

"The Slytherins won't let me leave," Dean replies, and they leave it at that.

"Hello." Hermione sits. "Where's Neville?"

Draco shrugs. "Last I saw, he was talking to McGonagall a few days ago."

"McGonagall retired two years ago," Hermione said wth a strange look.

"Hey Hermione?" Harry asks. He doesn't want to know the answer to his question, but he can't help himself.

"Yes?" her head spins toward him, eyes bulging.

"Why does your face look like that?"

Her grin is grotesque, splitting, almost at awful as Luna's. "Umbridge got a hold of me."

Harry shudders, thinking about his missing ring finger. He wouldn't want to get on her bad side again.

"I heard she eats her students in detention," Colin Creevey says with a grin, leaning forward.

"Not a bad idea. Humans don't taste too bad, once you get through-" Luna poked Colin's arm with distaste. "This. Kind of salty."

"That's disgusting Luna," Ron says.

Luna only smiles at him, and Harry shudders at her horrible teeth. Ron stiffens, and Harry watches the spiders crawl over his shoulders. There's only about seven or eight, but the one that crawls into Ron's mouth really seems to get to him.

"Want to go for a walk?" Draco offers, standing up and holding out a pale hand to Harry.

"Sure." Harry takes his hand, ignoring the deep burn scars, and allows the boy to pull him out the doors and into the courtyard in front of Hogwarts.

The crows circles around them, and Draco's fingers tap against Harry's wrist.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

There are three crows sitting in the tree, two on Harry's shoulder, four on the ground, one on Draco's head.

Tap tap tap.

The taps are speeding up as Draco's fear levels seem to spike, and Harry squeezes his hand to comfort him.

"It's happening, isn't it?" Draco whispers. Harry can only nod.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The crows on his shoulder take flight, and Harry makes the mistake of watching them as they fly, and realizes far too late that they're flying up, and then he's looking up.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

He's vaguely registering screaming, is that me screaming?, and he's thrashing and it's horrendous, it's awful, the only feeling he is left with is the feeling of Draco's finger tapping against his wrist.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.