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"No..." whispered John in horror, his bags of shopping falling to the floor as he froze in the doorway. "Oh God, please, no..." The ghastly creature before him in the darkened front room of 221B Baker Street turned and snarled menacingly, pinkish-red saliva dripping from the gaping maw that was once a delicate Cupid's bow. Its face, rather gaunt even in life, now seemed little more than a skull with pale skin stretched tautly over it; its ears had lengthened to tapered tips; its ebony curls, that had always been such a breathtaking conundrum of disheveled and casually suave, were matted here and there with grime and blood; its eyes, so full o

-From the diary of John Watson Today was a strange day. Definitely strange. Who would have imagined that I have broken more rules on this day than in all the five years I pass here at Hogwarts? It all started this morning, during Transfiguration. I was later than usual, so I decided to sit in the last row before the teacher arrived and began the lesson. However, the only empty seat was next to a Slytherin student. We Gryffindors are not frowned upon by that mob, so I was thinking of whether or not I should choose another spot, when the teacher entered in the classroom. I was the only one still standing, so he sent me a dirty look fr