So, here we go with another one of my random AUs. This one is Harry Potter, obviously.
The gist of it is there's a ghost. She's kinda like Helena Ravenclaw-you don't find her, she finds you. She does her best to help everyone she can.
SPOILERS: None for this chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. All rights to JK Rowling.
And here we go again!
Protecting the Young Heroes (mostly)
Nobody knows her name. Very few even know she exists. She doesn't speak. She doesn't need to. Somehow, you always know exactly what she means.
Most who've seen her say it's her eyes. They say they're beautiful. Her face is too, of course. But for some reason, no one can ever remember exactly what she looks like. (The ones who truly understand her think that maybe that's the way she prefers it) But none of them ever forget her eyes. They are said to be as pure and green as a mountain lake. Others say they're the blue-grey of the storming sea and the weeping sky. Still others insist they're the same rich color as the earth. (The ones who truly understand her roll their own eyes and say they change with her emotions. Obviously.)
They all say her eyes are full of light and compassion. Laughter and a (slightly alarming) amount of mischief. They say that love flows freely for all, even for those who appear to be hated by all. (Those who truly understand her say it's because she knows how it feels)
But make no mistake. She is not weak. She is kind and understanding, yes, but she is fierce. Her anger is not to be dismissed. She is cunningly intelligent, and while forgiving and loyal to a fault, she does not trust a second time.
She has been here for longer than anyone can remember. Even some of the professors don't know about her. Most of the students don't, either. And for some reason, those who do never talk about her. No, never. Except, that is, to each other. Don't ask me how they can tell; they just can. It's a feeling they get when they're close to someone else who's seen her.
The first person to see her was her mother, I suppose. But I don't know who her mother was. Or her father. Or her brother or sister. (if, indeed, she had any at all)
I don't know when she came to school, if she was ever Prefect or Head Girl. I don't even know her name.
Nobody does.
But I do know some of the precious few people who have seen her. Their stories I have been given permission to tell.
And there's that. Ok, I have three more chapters written for this. I'll try to get one up a day, and if you guys like it, I'll write more.
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