Prologue
A/N: Hi. Technically I shouldn't be posting this, since I should be trying to finish my other, non-completed story, but I have writers block and this story, so far in my notebook, is coming along nicely with a plot and everything (plots don't normally happen until chapter twelve with me when I finally realise what will happen during the story) so I figured I post the prologue and see what people thought of it. If people like it, I'll continue it soon. If people don't like it, I'll continue it anyways, but the updates will be really slow…
Sorry the prologue is so short, I didn't want to give anything else away since this scene will be redone in a couple of chapters, please read anyway, and don't forget to review once you've read to tell me what you think about it! Helpful criticism is welcomed with cookies!
If I could have one wish, it would just be this, I could take you to my soul and show you all the love there is. ~Chely Wright
Madam Pince quickly surveyed the school library one more time before she was to lock up. The room was deadly quiet and the torches' flames dim, she would cast nox on them soon; the large room was empty and there was a floating book above one of the tables. Everything was fine and normal… she hastily did a double take in shock.
There was a book floating above a table.
There was a book floating above the table.
Gingerly, Madame Pince approached the table. Nothing was near the book to explain why it would be floating. Unless… unless the person holding the book was invisible? Rumour had it Potter was able to make himself invisible somehow, so Severus Snape, the Potions Master said. Slowly, she waved her hands through the seemingly still air around the book. Nothing was there. The book jerked a little in the air, as if the person holding it had winced.
Madame Pince gasped sharply, before telling herself to calm down. This wasn't so out of the ordinary… she worked at Hogwarts library, and it was common knowledge that Hogwarts was the home to many a ghost. Madam Pince was not afraid of them, and she knew they could choose to become invisible by choice. She was genuinely confused by why they would choose to be so, but decided to be polite to whoever it was anyway.
"It is time for the library to close." She said quietly, "Please put your book back and leave for the night." The book didn't move initially at her smooth yet imperative command, but soon after the book shut and floated over to one of the bookshelves where it was placed back. "Thank you." Madame Pince nodded curtly in thanks, and then turned and left the library, locking up. She trusted the ghost could make their own way out.
The door shut with a click. It was locked. She knew it would be locked at night. But that was okay. She was able to walk through the walls now. Still, she hesitated… her mind still clung to the thought that she would crash into the wall, even though she had gone through the barrier to Platform 9 ¾ plenty of times.
She didn't feel like a ghost, not like someone who had died- no… she mustn't think like that.
She wasn't dead. Not really. She could still hear her heart beating… although it was faint. Her body was alive. She just… didn't know where it was. She was a spirit without its body.
She was Hermione Granger.