Moon And Stars- Chapter 4

Moon and Stars- chapter 4

Halloween came up quickly, and so did the feast. Dipper seemed distracted throughout the feast, not even scolding his best friends about some of their jokes.

Draco, Harry, Hermione, and Ron were deep into a conversation about how their trip to Hogsmeade was and what Harry did when he stayed at the school that day.

"Professor Lupin made me a cup of tea in his office. And then Snape came in and gave him a goblet with something in it, and Lupin drank it."

"Lupin drank it?" Ron gasped. "Is he mad?"

Dipper paled a bit when he heard that, but turned around when he heard Snape's monotonous voice. "Mister Lupin."

He smiled. "Professor Snape what can I- oh!” He pulled a vial out of his robe pocket. “This must be what you came for, here you go.” He handed it off to the professor.

He brightened a bit and fished around his robe pockets once more until he pulled out a sickle. "Here," he placed it into Snape's hands, "for you."

Snape looked at his hand then back down to the werewolf, who was grinning at him as he grabbed his goblet. "What is the meaning of this?" He questioned.

"The bet. Turns out I'm not allergic to anything so far." The brunette stated as he eyed the liquid.

Fred and George were watching with grins on their faces while the golden quartet were wide eyed.

"Except for silver." The professor told him.

Dipper raised an eyebrow. "Ah yes, my weird allergy to silver. Anyways," he raised his goblet that was filled with his drink to the greasy haired man. "Cheers."

Once Snape walked away, Harry began examining him. "What the hell Harry? Is there something wrong?"

Harry seemed to relax a bit. "What did he give you? Did he poison you?"

Dipper opened and closed his mouth, trying to come up with something, but Fred and George beat him to it. "Pompfrey was out of the type of medicine he needed." The younger twin started.

"So Snape kindly offered to brew some." The older twin finished.

Hermione raised an eyebrow. "But Professor Lupin also drank some."

Dipper cut in. "We have the same 'sickness.' We take the medicine once a month, but if we don't take it, something serious could happen."

Hermione looked like she was about to ask a question, but Dipper beat her to it. "Bloodline. It's a disease that comes from Wales."

The female blinked. Dipper yawned before taking a bite of his food.

After the feast all of Gryffindor walked up to stairs to their common room, but they all stopped.

"What's going on?" Draco questioned, Harry trying to see up to the front.

"Seems like Neville's forgotten the password again." Ron muttered.

"Hey!" Said boy shouted.

"Oh~ yeah." Ron turned away with a small smile.

"Let me through, please," came Percy's voice, the prefect pushed everyone aside throught the crowd,"What's the holdup here? You can't all have forgotten the password - excuse me, I'm Head Boy -"

But there only silence. A chill seem to spread all over the corridor. And Percy yelled to the rest of the students, with a sharp voice"Somebody get Professor Dumbledore. Quick."

A few minutes later everyone was clearing a path as Dumbledore walked towards the entrance, Dipper and the other fifth year prefect trailing behind after him.

The fat lady had vanished from the painting, and the portrait had been slashing hard. Dumbledore took one quick look, before turned around to see Professors McGonagall, Lupin, and Snape hurrying toward him.

"We need to find her," said Dumbledore. "Professor McGonagall, please go to Mr. Filch at once and tell him to search every painting in the castle for the Fat Lady."

"You'll be lucky!" said a cackling voice.

It was Peeves, looking delighted as always.

"What do you mean, Peeves?" said Dumbledore calmly, and Peeves didn't have the gut to taunt the greatest wizard of all time.

"Ashamed, Your Headship, sir. Doesn't want to be seen. She's a horrible mess. Saw her running through the landscape up on the fourth floor, sir, dodging between the trees. Crying something dreadful," he said happily. "Poor thing."

"Did she say who did it?" said Dumbledore quietly.

"Oh yes, Professorhead," said Peeves,"He got very angry when she wouldn't let him in, you see." Peeves flipped over and grinned at Dumbledore. "Nasty temper he's got, that Sirius Black."

So later that night, they all have to sleep in the Great Hall and so did the other three houses. And before they slept, Dumbledore had a little speech.

"The teachers and I need to conduct a thorough search of the castle," Professor Dumbledore told them as Professors McGonagall and Flitwick closed all doors into the hall. "I'm afraid that, for your own safety, you will have to spend the night here. I want the prefects to stand guard over the entrances to the hall and I am leaving the Head Boy and Girl in charge. Any disturbance should be reported to me immediately," the old wizard turned to the Percy Weasley, looked pround"Send word with one of the ghosts."

He paused.

"Oh, yes, you'll be needing..."

With one casual wave, all the tables disappeared and instead hundreds of squashy purple sleeping bags appeared before their eyes.

"Sleep well," said Professor Dumbledore, closing the door behind him.

Students summoned their pajamas, and began changing. The rest of the prefects didn’t bother to as they walked to the entrance. Fred caught Dipper’s arm.

“Fred? What’s wrong?” The werewolf questioned.

“Just... be careful.” The red head finally decided on.

Dipper smiled kindly. “Of course.”

Fred watched the younger walk away to the front of the room. He knew Dipper was exhausted, the full moon was the night before, but it had gone better than previous times.

Everyone eventually fell asleep.

Dipper: I don't have the energy for this

Mabel: for what?

Dipper: *gestures vaguely*

Gideon: i hate you with every inch of my body

Dipper:

Dipper: that's not a lot of inches

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Dipper: *smoking a dog treat like a cigarette* ya know, in the scheme of things, houses are just Tupperware and we are God's left overs

His therapist: *visibly shaking* how did you get in my bathtub