This is chapter four of The Story Who’s Title Must Not Be Written. I agree that the last chapter was a little confusing so let’s recap.

1. Johnny took his first trip to Diagon Alley and Knockturn alley.

2. He got his wand.

3. He went to Gringotts and got wizard money too!

4. Draco Malfoy’s out of hiding.

5. Johnny is a great singer!

Okay? . . . okay. Let’s get on with the story.

Disclaimer: I do not own ‘The Outsiders’ or ‘Harry Potter’ which sucks ‘cause I wish I did.

Johnny POV

“Again!” He said.

I felt about ready to drop. I had started training with Harry and he wanted to start with getting my animagus form right. One more time I focused on that form and felt my body shrink in size.

“Good.” He said calmly. “Now, change back.”

I focused again then went back to original form. I stood up and dusted off my jeans. We had been doing this all day but I didn’t see the point. I looked at Harry.

“Why am I practicing this?”

He sighed then pointed his wand at me. “Sectumsempra.” He said.

The stream of light darted towards me and I changed form and ran. I went back to original form and looked at the now mutilated tree. I looked at Harry with wide eyes and he smiled at me.

“That’s why.”He was still talking calmly and it was starting to piss me off. “Now, we’ll try breaking the Imperius curse.”

“Harry, maybe you should hold out on that until tomorrow.” Hermione said worriedly. She and Ron had been watching from a safe distance.

He shook his head. “Voldemort will wait until he’s tired. He won’t let him save up his strength, so we’re doing it now.” He was using his serious voice so she backed down.

Before I had time to react he pointed his wand at me. I was too drained to move this time so whatever spell hit me. I found myself unable to move my body.

“Now, get on your knees and bow to me.” Harry commanded. My mind was set to tell him off in no uncertain terms, but my body wasn’t going to listen to my mind today. I was on my knees bowing to my cousin! “Get up and run into that tree.” He said, pointing to the decimated tree he had hit earlier.

My body was starting to move. ‘This is ridiculous’, I thought. ‘I’ve got to fight this’. I tried to force my body to stay down and felt a tingling sensation in my fingers. Then, a sharp pain shot through my back and I fell to the floor, panting heavily.

Harry smiled and slipped his wand back into his pocket. Hermione was standing there, looking me over worriedly but looking happy all the same. Ron was looking at me and nodded approvingly.

I got up, a little slower than before, and the world unfocused for a second. I started breathing heavier and it slowly slid back into focus. This time both Hermione and Harry looked apprehensive at me walking back to the Curtis’ house. Ron remained blissfully ignorant.

I was grinding my teeth the whole way there. When we walked through the door I heard a sharp intake of breath.

“Johnny, what happened? You look like you got run over, or were in a fight . . . or maybe both.” Dallas said, looking me over.

I just sighed, letting go of my grip on reality and passed out.

Anyone POV

Dallas lunged forward and caught Johnny before he fell to the floor. He carried him to the extra room and laid him down. When he went back into the living room, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were talking to each other.

They all lounged around while the gang slowly filled the room. Then, around eight o’clock, Johnny came out of the room. He sat next to Ponyboy on the floor.

Harry decided to say what had been on his mind. “I need everyone to come to tomorrow’s training session.” He said.

“Why?” Darry asked before anyone could.

“It’s important.” That was all that was said.

The next day

The greasers all gathered at a vacant lot. It was farther out than the one on their block but still within walking distance. There was an armoire in the clearing of dead grass.

“Today, Johnny, you’ll have to find out your greatest fears and face them head on.” Harry said cheerfully.

“What does that mean?” Johnny asked, slightly scared by Harry’s jovial tone.

“It means you’ll be facing a Bogart.”

“This is starting to sound like a bad episode of fear factor.” Steve grumbled.

Harry ignored him and stepped back as the furniture in front of them started to jump around. “The spell is Ridikulus.” He added quickly.

Just then the doors opened and the still body of Ponyboy Curtis fell out. Ponyboy blinked at his own body on the ground. Johnny took half a step back. Ponyboy—the Bogart him anyway— was on the ground, blood trickling down a cut on his head, completely motionless, and his eyes were void of any emotion.

Johnny pointed his wand at it. “Ridikulus.”

In a puff of smoke the body changed, from Ponyboy to Dallas. Dally was staring at the body. Was this what Johnny was afraid of?

Johnny was shaking by now. He tried again. “R-ridikulus.”

Yet another puff of smoke and Dally’s body was replaced with that of Sodapop Curtis. Again and again he tried. Poof, dead Darry. More smoke, dead Two-Bit. Poof, dead Steve. Then Ron, Hermione and Harry.

Harry stopped him once his own body showed up. At that point there were tears running down Johnny’s face and he had collapsed to the ground. He had seen all his friends dead in front of him. That he couldn’t handle.

After Harry took care of the Bogart, he looked over at Johnny who was now sitting on the ground and keeping his head down. Hermione started walking toward Johnny but Harry held up a hand, signaling for her to stop and she listened, casting Johnny a worried glance before walking back over to Ron.

Harry went over to him and knelt down in front of his cousin. Johnny looked up at him, his gaze hard and intense.

“I’m going to kill that fucking bastard before he kills any of you.”

Harry was puzzled. “What do you mean by that?”

Johnny shook his head disgustedly. “I saw these— these flashes in my mind . . . there was a green light and everyone was dead . . . Ponyboy, Dally, you . . . all of them.” He added quietly to himself.

“Johnny, you’ve found something very important today.” Harry said, his voice light and calm.

“What’s that?”

Harry took him my the elbow and pulled him up then put an arm over his shoulders. “A reason to fight.”

“What? The end of the world wasn’t enough?”

Harry shook his head. “Apparently not.”

“Still can’t believe I couldn’t take care of a stupid Bogart.” Johnny muttered.

“I would say you’ve got the same problem as Molly.”

“Who?”

“Ron’s mum. She’s got the same fear as you; everyone she loves being dead.” Johnny looked at the ground. “But,” Harry continued. “She’s still a great witch, just like you’ll be a great wizard.”

Johnny grinned slightly, finally looking at Harry. “Thanks.”

“No problem. Now, we have to go meet Severus back at the Curtis’ house.”

“Who’s Severus?”

“You’ll see.” He smiled.

There you have it, chapter four! Please R&R. Flames are for campfires. Whoever reported me before, give a valid reason to me why you did!?!?!