My Own Little World -chapter 1
The house was quiet for all but one person. For that person, the house screamed with thousands of voices. These voices sobbed, taunted, and shouted, all spouting gibberish. They never stopped; not for the sun, not for the moon. They filled the once peaceful times of the day with chaos. Why didn't they stop?
One sleepless night, she finally had enough of the voices.
No one stopped her as she ran to the top of the nearest church in the city. Perhaps God would take this pain from her. But even as her breath came in ragged huffs, the pound of her heart still hid beneath all of the voices.
"Please end it," the girl begged, her heart beating with the plea even beneath the pain. Taking a deep breath, she threw herself off the building. Her screams echoed throughout the city, disturbing once calm sleep.
The voices refused to be taken by death, yet she could finally understand them. They all said one thing: Kira. They drove her so far into madness she tried more then once to kill herself, before realizing she was already dead.
The Shrieking Shack gained its name through the shrieks, wails, and groans often heard from inside. Many thought ghosts had made that sound. Very few knew that a werewolf had made those sounds. After Remus Lupin left, a ghost took up residence.
For several years she cried and moaned, but soon became tired of that and decided she had no logical reason to cry, so she quelled it immediately.
Occasionally, she would visit the nearby town of Hogsmeade, and discovered she could turn invisible so as to not scare passers-by. Through trial and error, she figured out how to keep the illusion of a child reminiscent of her living body, although she couldn't change the gray clammy skin. Her mere presence seemed to drain surrounding persons of happiness, but after some research, took to handing out chocolate and teaching herself how to suppress her natural feeding abilities. Her child appearence became well-known in Hogsmeade, and due to her tendency to move without notice and her behavior differing from what was expected of children, she garnered a reputation as the "Ghost Child of Hogsmeade." She kept the location of her home well-hidden, so it came as a surprise when she heard a knock.
She could sense something happy behind the door, something living. It didn't wish her any ill will, and was even anxious about something. She found it impossible to delve further, and was left to assume from its emotions alone.
The emotions fluctuated with uncertainty, prompting Misa to say, "Come in."
A man in light blue robes and a pointed hat walked in. As he spoke, his guard fell for a second, giving Misa the chance to gain a small speck of information.
"Hello, I am-"
"Albus Dumbledore." Misa interrupted, examining him as a farmer would a plot of land and wonder what food could be grown.
"Yes," Dumbledore said, uneasiness hidden from his voice. "I heard about you during a trip to Hogsmeade, and I wondered if you would like to come study at my school."
"I have nothing more to do," Misa said without missing a beat. Her decision finalized, Misa picked up a small black bag and followed him out.
Misa had not strayed far from her shack or hogsmeade, and after they had steered clear of the Whomping Willow and were off in the direction of Hogwarts, she stared in wonder at the living beings before her. Misa ignored the man as he talked, choosing instead to admire the magnificent wonders of the living. She stared not in fear of the thestrals, but in awe. Misa skipped merrily down to the beautiful castle she would be attending, oblivious to all else.
Filch stood up and straightened his back before looking down with satisfaction. The fruits of his hard work came in the form of flowers; the annual flowers for the year at Hogwarts. The last flower beamed up at him, as if congratulating him on his success. His gaze lifted to the rest of the flowers, but caught on something. It looked like an outline of a person. The outline came toward him, heedless of his widening eyes. It passed through him, forcing a shudder down his spine.
The feeling was like the life had been sucked out of him, leaving nothing but cold. A feeling similar to frostbite, only worse. Filch nearly believed Hell had come to greet him, but then when he realized the cause was the outline, he thought it to be a demon of the worst kinds. He saw one thing before he fainted; hundreds of flowers, wilted and dead.
And he had just arranged them in a big 'H'.
I decided to come back to an old fic of mine that I abandoned over a year ago. At first, Misa was a simple ghost charged with guarding Harry Potter. Now, I realize that's a stupid idea that would never go anywhere, so I revised it. As you can probably tell, Misa is a Dementor. (I thank whoever reviewed with that awesome idea.) She will not tag along with Harry and co, but rather, something that will tend to more of her needs. I mean, it's common knowledge that Dementors feed off of joy, and Harry certainly doesn't have enough of that.
I'm still debating on which book to put her in. Care to suggest any ideas?