This is Halloween Part 2

Or not.

The houses around the Dursley's are just as boring as theirs, and all their lights are off. A few have even posted signs saying that trespassers will be shot. Since Harry and me have cleaned most of their houses at one point or another, I'm pretty sure that most of them don't have guns though.

Probably.

The sole exception to this is Mrs. Figg. She has a few pumpkins laid out around her lawn, and I can see one of her cats wearing a witch's hat. My eyes narrow at it.

... And glasses? I shake my head. Mrs. Figg has always been strange. Seeing as her house is the only one available, we walk up to the door and knock. It takes a few minutes, but eventually the middle aged woman reaches the door. She's replaced her usual bonnet with one that resembles a spider web, and is wearing a black dress that I think everybody would prefer go below her knees.

The three of us shiver as she blinks at us. "Why, what a surprise! I hardly ever get any visitors, even during Halloween. Usually the only ones to knock on my door this night are little Dudley and his friends, and only on their way back home. Now who might the three of you be?"

She peers at us, as if staring more intensely will allow her to see through our twin sheets or allow her to discern Clarity's name. Clarity takes the lead in replying.

"I am a powerful witch, come to obtain sacrifices for myself and my ghost companions!" She waves her broom in a circle above her head, the empty bag fluttering under it. "But fear not, for we consume not the blood of the living, but simple sugary treats. Might you have the sacrifices we need?"

Mrs. Figg blinks at her.

I blink at her.

Harry... I'm pretty sure blinks at her.

As we stare at her, Clarity's face slowly turns red. At first it's just a tinge, but soon enough it reaches her eyes. Before we can see it progress any further, she pulls her hat down and turns away. "Um..." she mumbles, "trick-or-treat?"

That snaps the three of us out of our stupors, and while Mrs. Figg just chuckles, Harry and I are full blown laughing. Clarity pulls her hat down further and mumbles something we can't quite hear.

"You seem to be having fun tonight dearie." Mrs. Figg chuckles. "Oh, and it seems like you've just started your, um, "sacrifice collection."" She glances around at the other houses and their lack of decorations. "I would hate to think that you wasted your time in this area for nothing, so please oh powerful witch and friends, accept my offerings and spare this neighborhood your wrath. Ah, but do leave some for any other treaters that come by please."

She holds out a large bowl filled with chocolate candy, and we each grab two handfuls. Clarity simply lowers her bag while still covering her face, and I fill it for her.

Seeing as Clarity is too embarrassed to say anything, I take over as spokesperson for our group. "We thank ye for thy tithe, and have our word that we shall not bring harm to those who dwell in in yonder homes. But the fate of those who lack spirit has already been ordained."

Mrs. Figg looks through the holes in my sheet and sees green eyes staring back at her, and for a moment, she's somewhere else. She overlooks a vast plain, nothing but the grass and the sky as far as the eye can see. But just as fast as she appears, she's gone, back to her house staring in a daze at where the three children were standing but a scant few moments ago.

She looks around frantically and spots them already far down the street, heading towards the more festive neighborhoods. She stares for a few more moments before they're out of sight, then turns her attention towards a cat wearing a witch hat and glasses.

"Professor, please keep an eye on those three. I don't know who they are, but one of them is powerful. Powerful enough that even a squib like me can feel it." She makes eye contact with the cat for a long moment before it gives out a loud meow, and begins to trot after the disappearing trio.

Mrs. Figg stares at the retreating cat for a few moment more before going back inside, her voice fading as the door closes. "I think that's quite enough excitement for one day. May as well go to bed early. The only treaters I ever get are that horrible Dudley and his gang. They'll prank my house no matter what I do, might as well get a good nights sleep while they do it."

The door closes, and the porch light winks out.

(A.N: Cue mental eerie sound effect)