This is for Kamerreon's Drabble Challenge — a drabble a day until my imagination dies.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Ghosts
Harry's shoulders slumped as he strode down the corridors, past the entrance to the dungeons. He sighed softly as he looked towards the Great Hall. Dinner was in progress, but Harry could hardly stand to be in there without Dumbledore sitting in his chair. He missed the man too much. Too many people had died in the final battle.
Harry even missed Snape, as obscure as that sounded. The snarky bastard had turned out to be all right in the end. Sighing again, Harry leaned against a wall, closing his eyes.
"Mr. Potter! You seem to think you are above the rules as usual! You should be at dinner!"
"Professor, I-" Harry froze as he recognized that voice. His eyes flew open and he straightened, staring ahead. It couldn't be. Oh it couldn't be!
Sure enough, smirking evilly at him, despite being transparent, was Severus Snape. Harry gaped at the man, staring straight through him at the stair case behind him.
"You're a ghost!" Harry declared. "You- you-"
"How eloquent," Snape sneered. "Yes, I am a ghost Mr. Potter. It seems I still have a purpose here, and I believe I know what that is."
Harry's eyes widened as Snape swept towards him, rushing right through him. Harry felt like he had been doused in ice cold water and shivered, rubbing his arms.
"What are you doing?" Harry shrieked. "Why are you- ahh!"
Snape cackled evilly as he passed through Harry again. The boy yelped and raced towards the stairs as Snape followed, hissing insults as he continued to swoop through Harry.
Harry then decided he hated ghosts.