Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything related.
Summary: Harry's being possesed by an angry spirit who only knows one word, revenge. The spirit seems to go after specific people, trying to kill them off. Why the spirit is going after them, well that's not known for certain. But how is Harry supposed to stop a spirit who has more control over his body then he does? let alone become a hero once again.
A/N this is a totally different story then I usually do. If you have read my other fanfiction you'll know what I prefer to write but not this time. I wanna try something different. I'm new at this so.. yeah.. hopefully I can write it okay. I don't think I can but -shrugs- eh I do try.
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.
Harry heard a light voice whisper behind him, and he turned around, looking into the dark night halls. He'd never heard that before in the magical school, but he knew many weird things happened.
Harry shrugged it off, walking a little further up the stair case to the tower. He'd been in detention with Snape again, cleaning cauldrons as usual. Harry really didn't see what the problem was for calling Snape a big ugly greasy git, but all the other teachers did.
Tick tock, tick, tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick, tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick, tock, tick tock, tick tock.
More whispers. Harry whirled around, robes floating in thin air before settling down around his body again. He peered into the darkness behind his big round glasses, frowning. He didn't feel scared, just unsure. Most Hogwarts ghosts made themselves known. Was it Peeves?
'If it's Peeves, I'm in trouble. Lovely.' Harry looked for another few seconds, waiting to see if anything moved. Nothing at all. Harry rolled his eyes, deciding it was probably some sort of prank.
He walked up the stairs some more, trying to get up to the tower as quickly as he could, he didn't want to be caught by a prank, whatever it may be.
Tick tock, tick, tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick, tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick, tock, tick tock, tick tock. TICK TOCK, TICK TOCK, TICK…TOCK…TICK…TOCK.
The voice seemed to be getting nearer to him faster, and it seemed to grow more furious. Harry decided to break into a run, feeling a bit nervous now. It wasn't normal, and even in the wizarding world normality had it's limits.
Harry raced up the steps, losing breathe when he got the Fat Lady's portrait. She gave him an odd look from her perch in her portrait. "What happened to you?" she asked, Harry just looked behind him, the halls silent as ever.
"No-Nothing. Maverick" Harry said, and she opened the portrait to the door, and Harry walked in, a bit out of breath and still disturbed. In the warm, noisy common room Hermione and Ron waited for him, arguing over Snape's newest torture device.. oops, he means essay.
"Heya Harry." Ron said, smiling, and Harry shrugged off what he had heard for being paranoia. Harry forgot about the weird voice, but when he went to bed he got a flash image of a lady coming at him angrily, her white dress moving around her like a tornado, white hair seeming like the wind, and sad grey eyes crying for revenge.
When morning came, though, Harry forgot about the image, about the voice, and his mind was taken up with thoughts about how the hell he was going to get Snape's essay done before the end of today.