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Chapter 2.

It was strange, Harry conceded.

He was dead. But he was still there. However, he wasn't in blood and flesh. He was a ghost. Harry hummed floating in the corridors of Hogwarts. It had been weeks since he died. He didn't let the other ghosts finding him. Harry didn't want to face any person at the current time. He didn't want to hear them or to speak to them. He just wanted to be alone. Harry didn't really care to be dead. The Dursley wouldn't see him again. He knew that they weren't to his funeral, they didn't care about him after all. Harry assisted to his own funeral, he had been buried in Hogwarts' cemetery. Harry knew about this cemetery, he found the place early in the year while wandering around.

It was a strange place with some weird atmosphere. But he really liked it. At his funeral, all the people looked grim. Harry didn't know why. They didn't seem to care about him when he was alive. So why did they look so grim ? He watched how people went in and out, he watched in secret. The other ghosts were there too. At his funeral. How strange, Harry mused. Weeks passed by, people seemed to recover of his death and enjoyed the present time. He watched silently. He didn't want to be find. Perhaps, in the future he would let the other to find him. But now, he couldn't. Harry had learned that he had a godfather who had been sent to jail without trail, according to the newspaper his godfather had committed suicide once he had learned about his death.

Harry didn't know much about the wizarding world. He didn't matter now. He was ghost. A child ghost to be more precise. He spent most of his time watching people of his age. He stayed invisible the entire time and followed them everyday. The Slytherin seemed to be nice – if Gryffindor and Slytherin weren't in tension, he would have hoped to be friend with them – more nice than people in Gryffindor.

He was watching the snow falling on Hogwarts when a male voice interrupted his thoughts.

"You're here, child. We've been searching for you since your death."

Harry turned around. The male voice was owned by a ghost he never saw before. Or maybe, he once saw him. He wasn't sure of it.

"The other ghosts of Hogwarts look forward to meet you, child." The ghost continued to talk in a strange manner.

Harry shook his head. "Don't want to."

The ghost was tall with dark hair, he wore old clothes in green and blue. The ghost put a hand on his shoulder, Harry flinched. It didn't go unnoticed by the ghost.

"You need to. We need to explain to you what happened to you. You're tied up to Hogwarts now. Come with me, child."

Harry finally agreed. He had the feeling that the ghost wouldn't give up. He followed the ghost to the ghostly part of Hogwarts, the deserted places of the castle that no one used now. All ghosts were gathering in a sumptuous room. There were Far Friar, Nearly headless Nick, Bloody Baron, the Grey Lady, Moaning Myrtle, Peeves, and three other unknown ghosts.

"I'm pretty sure you already know about most of the ghosts. However, I must introduce myself to help understand why I'm concerned. I'm Salazar Slytherin."

Harry's eyes widened. The three other ghosts introduced themselves as 'Godric Gryffindor', 'Helga Hufflepuff', and 'Rowena Ravenclaw'.

"You died here on October 31th. Not every person who died in our school became a ghost like you." Helga gently began to explain to the new ghost of the castle.

Godric spoke. "When you died, your magic tied itself to the castle. We were a bit surprised to not find you at first. But we figured that you wanted to have some time for yourself."

Salazar watched carefully the ghostly child. He seemed to accept the whole thing pretty well.

"Usually, people went directly to the Death's realm." Rowena informed him with a small smile on her face. "But you, you stay here. It can mean a lot of things. But all it matters, it's that you can't stay invisible too long. You need to take part of the life as ghost of Hogwarts."

Harry nodded. Fat friar began to talk to him. "You seem to take pretty well the whole thing."

Harry nodded. The ghost narrowed his eyes wondering why a child would accept quickly his own death and afterlife. The founders smiled to the young child. They all knew who he was.

Harry was wandering in the castle. It was the end of the first year, the students had left the castle to their home. Harry didn't let anyone beside the ghosts see him. He wasn't ready yet. Maybe next year.. Rowena had once said. He didn't know why Death didn't took his soul to its Realm. He didn't want to stay in this world. Rowena had told him he had perhaps unfinished business. He thought something about it. But he couldn't see anything which held him back.

"'Arry ?"

He blinked. He knew this voice. He turned around and found a rather tall and imposing person standing in the corridor he was floating. It was Hagrid, the person who introduced him to the Wizarding World. Harry didn't say anything, he simply crossed the wall ignoring Hagrid's screams. He didn't want to speak to anyone. Now Hagrid saw him, he knew that the other people in the castle would like to see him or at least try to see him. He became invisible and decided to follow Hagrid. He wanted to see people's reaction. He knew that the other professors didn't leave Hogwarts for the holidays since they had still things to do.

Hagrid walked in Dumbledore's office. He was talking with the professors – Heads of houses. Hagrid immediately told them what he had just saw back in the corridor, that he had tried to talk the ghost of Harry. Dumbledore seemed surprised and a bit worried, the other professors showed different emotions that confused Harry. Why were they upset about his death ? It wasn't like they cared about him when he was alive. Harry grew quickly angry as he watched them talking, the room began to shake surprising the people in. They looked around stunned by the event.

"Come child, don't let them upset you." Bloody Baron told him when he appeared behind him.

Harry nodded. He followed the old ghost out of the room. Once he left, the castle ceased to react to Harry's emptions.

Dumbledore rubbed his eyes. He didn't expect it at all. He had already heard about the old rumors about the fact that ghosts' magic were tied up to the castle, but he never thought that their emotions were also tied up to the castle. The Grey Lady had appeared in the room to explain that their new addition – young Harry – didn't react well to what they had said or reacted. And the headmaster was simply wondering why the child didn't immediately to the Realm of Death.

I must warn you, this story is going to be short, less than 10 chapters.