Chapter Two

I could only watch as my baby cried.

Why was it so dark in here? Was no one going to check up on my baby?

Feeling my frustration grow. I allowed a low growl to pass from my lips and miraculously my little Harry fell quiet for just a second before the whimpers started again.

He can hear me?

I felt like slapping myself, I should have known being dead did not hinder intelligence, I did go to Hogwarts, he could hear me and see me, possibly 'feel' me but he could not touch me. This was no consolation for me but maybe my voice would be enough for him.

I sang as softly as I could, my voice seemed to be enough and soon my baby was cooing softly in his sleep. With a nod to myself I made my way out of my baby's room, to once again feel terror consume me. He was in a cupboard under the stairs! Where the hell did my Harry end up? I was a ghost which meant I could be seen if I wanted or not and right now, I did not wish to be seen.

Sweeping through the house I felt my shattered heart pierce my soul. The plain coloured wallpaper was covered in pictures, and I recognized the woman in each of them. My sister, Petunia Evans or as I had learnt through my mother, Petunia Dursley. I had never thought I could hate my sister, but I felt it. I could not believe she would do that to my son, her nephew. A baby! For Merlin's sake he was a baby!

Harry could not stay here. My sister could not raise him. I didn't trust anyone to raise him, I didn't even trust myself, but I was here. Harry needed a stable home, he deserved at least one loving parent and I knew that even if I didn't trust myself to raise my son, I would love him. If I pulled of this crazy idea of mine Harry would grow up happy.

I soon found myself outside a department store. I knew ghost could possess things and I hoped that I could pull this off. There were still many people milling about despite the setting sun. With a habitual deep breath, I floated through the department store looking for a female mannequin in a slightly less crowded area.

I finally found one at very back of the store. It was an outdated model that I was positive would not be missed. Closing my eyes, I phased into the mannequin. It was a strange thing to feel, I felt as my soul began compacting as tiny strings seemed to spread though the mannequin, I could feel all the changes taking place, how my feet lengthened, my ears change shape, facial features restructured, my fingers shorten, my breast largen, my tummy expand. I could even feel the hair growing out the back of my head. It was undoubtedly the strangest thing I had ever felt.

My moral compass was going crazy. I was going to steal clothes. This was not me, but I had no choice. I would have to get undies too, this new body of mine reacted in the same way my dead one did. It did not like going commando, not that I was comfortable with the idea of having no undies on either. Grabbing a set from the rack I locked myself in the stall and turned to appraise my new self. A surprised gasp escaped my lips as I caught sight of the reflection looking back at me.

It was me, the emerald eyes, fiery hair, pale skin, small body, not so flat tummy, the stretch marks from my pregnancy with Harry where even present. Placing my hand over my heart I felt a lump form in my throat. No heartbeat. I should have expected that, I did die. I could not miraculously regain my life. Pinching my skin, I felt a choked sob spill from my lips, I could feel my flesh, there was no sensation, I did not feel the pain, but I did feel the contact of skin to skin. I hoped this would be enough for Harry. He only had me now.

Thanking my lucky stars for whatever deity that was looking out for me. I tried apparition, only to fall flat on my plump bottom.

"Owie." I whispered involuntarily. Well that can work to my advantage, I suppose. My human responses were unconscious in this body as much as it was in my original, I could be human even though I was not. I didn't know what I was now, but I knew all I wanted to be was Harry's mummy.

So, I had no magic, it was all me. I would have to make do, and I would. I was a bloody Gryffindor, I could not allow my fear of an uncertain future to cower me.

I had a son to love and nothing and no one would stop me from being the mother my baby needed.

This story will be updated on the weekends along with my other story, it's going to be a drabble series that is hopefully good.

Wishing you well.

HS