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A Dark-Hunter Halloween "Please, akri!" "No, Simi." Stomping her foot like a petulant child, Simi sauntered away from the human boy dressed as a vampire. She had been delighted to find the boy. The boy, no older than eighteen and probably on his way to a party, has also been delighted…at first. When Simi started talking barbeque, Acheron, leader of a group of immortal warriors known as the Dark-Hunters, had to intervene. Whirling on the spiked heel of her thigh-high boots, Simi confronted the terrified human again. "You're lucky, boy. If akri hadn't been here, you'd be toast. No, not toast. Barbeque. Flame-broiled. Mmm," Simi's eyes clos

Harry had entered the great hall to be greeted in the worst way possible. All eyes, of students, professors, and Mrs. Norris, were looking directly at him. All was quiet. The Slytherins were smirking, the Griffindors looked sympathetic, and the professors looked concerned, as if they were waiting for him to explode at any moment. Harry considered turning around and going back to bed, but decided he had better figure out what was going on. He took his usual seat near a very annoyed looking Ron, and looked across the table to see Hermione seething mad. Instead of yelling as he expected she would, she just tossed a copy of the Daily Prophet at