Author Note: Small drabble written for the Hideaway's Ghost Quill Contest. For more information, visit my profile!
Severus Snape, having died a horrible death on the grounds of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was now elated to discover that he could finally torture students, aggravate teachers, and pretty much do whatever he pleased forever…literally. He was now the newest addition to Hogwarts' spectral census. He was a ghost.
He laughed. He actually laughed. He didn't mind that this was his future. He found it quite interesting, really. How often does one have the opportunity to really fly? To be invulnerable after so much abuse? To peep into the private offices of your enemy, the Head of Gryffindor?
Minerva had just placed the sorting hat back onto its table when the walls began to rumble. At first, she thought there may have been another attack about to commence. However, she quickly pushed that thought out of her mind remembering the last of the Death Eaters being captured four days ago. She looked around at the portraits of the former Headmasters, all of which were looking around the room and mumbling to themselves.
"Earthquake?" one asked.
"Since when does England have earthquakes?" another replied.
"IT'S AN ATTACK!" another exclaimed as he jumped behind his painted chair.
Minerva rolled her eyes.
"It's not an attack, you imbecile," this from Phineas Black, as he huffed and also rolled his eyes.
"Dumbledore's loss is bringing down the castle!" a fourth yelled out.
This made Albus, who was lazily popping lemon drops into his mouth, begin to choke…well, at least appear to be. How can a picture choke? "I do believe that my magic was transferred to Minerva in my passing. I do not believe the castle will fall down," he assured.
There was an unnerving amount of arguing, shouting, innuendoes. Minerva had the last straw.
"WILL YOU ALL PLEASE SHUT UP?!"
Then there was silence. A deafening silence. The rumbling had stopped and the portraits tried to regain control of themselves. Minerva opened her door.
"Oh for Merlin's sake," she said as she put her hand to her forehead.
"What a pleasure to see you again, Minerva."
She looked back up the figure standing in her doorway. He looked perfectly preserved, except for the large bite mark on his neck. "Please don't tell me…"
"That I will be haunting the halls? And deny me the pleasure of scaring the dunderheads even more than I did in life? Minerva, grant a man his dying wish."
"You're already dead, Severus."
He looked down at his body and shrugged. "And your point?"