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Chapter two-the mysterious character is revealed!
A/N: I'd like to thank Silver Phoenix for telling me how to upload. Thanks!
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Snape turned around. He couldn't believe his eyes. There, standing right in front of him was the ghost of Evan Rosier.
"E-e-e-Evan?"
"Good evening, Serv. How are you doing?" Evan Rosier was Snape's right hand when he was alive-they were as the best of friends at Hogwarts, and partners in their Death Eater days. When an Auror named Alastor Moody killed him, Snape decided it was time for him to straiten himself out, which was right before Voldemort's downfall.
"You-you-you're a ghost!" Snape was shocked.
"Well, I wasn't exactly happy when I died, was I now? I mean, I could've escaped, but Wilkes had to blow our cover, the dum-"
"Jason Wilkes?"
"Yeah.Voldemort put us together to kill the Joys while you and Wormtail were out searching for information about the Potter's remember?"
"Yes, Ev, I remember now."
"But I hear you're teaching the boy now."
"Yes, Harry Potter, the one who made the Dark Lord disappear. Evan, can I ask you something?"
"You ahead, Serv."
"Would you still be on Voldemort's side if you were alive?" Snape had been very curious about that ever since Voldemort disappeared.
"I don't know. I honestly don't." Evan replied quietly.
"Anyways," Snape said, changing the subject, "why are you here?"
"To give you these," Evan handed Snape a box of Christmas muffins.
"Oooh, muffins!" Snape eagerly grabbed them and started munching on them. He loved muffins-they were his weakness.
"And to tell you that there will be three other ghosts who will visit you tonight."
Snape dropped his precious muffin. "WHAT?"
"Three ghosts will come to visit you tonight, the first one arriving at the strike of one. That is all I will say."
Snape picked up his muffin ("5 second rule!" he thought) and stared at the ghost in front of him.
"But."
"You can't avoid this, my friend."
"What am I avoiding?"
"You'll see.remember, at the strike of one!"
"Wait!" It was too late. Snape watched as his best friend disappeared right in front of his eyes.
Snape looked at the clock. Ten to one.
"Maybe this was all a dream." He pinched himself. Nothing.
"Well, maybe it was just an illusion. I mean, Evan was a real ghost, but he always was a joker.. " Snape tried to reassure himself. He wasn't scared of what Evan said-he was.well, nervous. He didn't know why. There were just butterflies in his stomach. What would the ghosts look like, and why would they come?
Snape carefully walked over to his bed. His nice, sweet bed. He sat on it and dropped his head to his pillow.
He could hear the ticking of the clock. It seemed to go so slowly now that he was awaiting something. Tick, tock.tick, tock.his eyes slowly closed.tick, tock.. He couldn't give in to sleep, he was so tired.tick, tock..DING!
"Heya, Snapie!"
Snape shot up from his pillow and looked at the thing in front of him.
"Oh, no, not you!"
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(I didn't use any original characters in this so far-they are all real! YAY! PLEASE r/r!!)
Chapter two-the mysterious character is revealed!
A/N: I'd like to thank Silver Phoenix for telling me how to upload. Thanks!
*~*~*~*
Snape turned around. He couldn't believe his eyes. There, standing right in front of him was the ghost of Evan Rosier.
"E-e-e-Evan?"
"Good evening, Serv. How are you doing?" Evan Rosier was Snape's right hand when he was alive-they were as the best of friends at Hogwarts, and partners in their Death Eater days. When an Auror named Alastor Moody killed him, Snape decided it was time for him to straiten himself out, which was right before Voldemort's downfall.
"You-you-you're a ghost!" Snape was shocked.
"Well, I wasn't exactly happy when I died, was I now? I mean, I could've escaped, but Wilkes had to blow our cover, the dum-"
"Jason Wilkes?"
"Yeah.Voldemort put us together to kill the Joys while you and Wormtail were out searching for information about the Potter's remember?"
"Yes, Ev, I remember now."
"But I hear you're teaching the boy now."
"Yes, Harry Potter, the one who made the Dark Lord disappear. Evan, can I ask you something?"
"You ahead, Serv."
"Would you still be on Voldemort's side if you were alive?" Snape had been very curious about that ever since Voldemort disappeared.
"I don't know. I honestly don't." Evan replied quietly.
"Anyways," Snape said, changing the subject, "why are you here?"
"To give you these," Evan handed Snape a box of Christmas muffins.
"Oooh, muffins!" Snape eagerly grabbed them and started munching on them. He loved muffins-they were his weakness.
"And to tell you that there will be three other ghosts who will visit you tonight."
Snape dropped his precious muffin. "WHAT?"
"Three ghosts will come to visit you tonight, the first one arriving at the strike of one. That is all I will say."
Snape picked up his muffin ("5 second rule!" he thought) and stared at the ghost in front of him.
"But."
"You can't avoid this, my friend."
"What am I avoiding?"
"You'll see.remember, at the strike of one!"
"Wait!" It was too late. Snape watched as his best friend disappeared right in front of his eyes.
Snape looked at the clock. Ten to one.
"Maybe this was all a dream." He pinched himself. Nothing.
"Well, maybe it was just an illusion. I mean, Evan was a real ghost, but he always was a joker.. " Snape tried to reassure himself. He wasn't scared of what Evan said-he was.well, nervous. He didn't know why. There were just butterflies in his stomach. What would the ghosts look like, and why would they come?
Snape carefully walked over to his bed. His nice, sweet bed. He sat on it and dropped his head to his pillow.
He could hear the ticking of the clock. It seemed to go so slowly now that he was awaiting something. Tick, tock.tick, tock.his eyes slowly closed.tick, tock.. He couldn't give in to sleep, he was so tired.tick, tock..DING!
"Heya, Snapie!"
Snape shot up from his pillow and looked at the thing in front of him.
"Oh, no, not you!"
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(I didn't use any original characters in this so far-they are all real! YAY! PLEASE r/r!!)