"So I'm a Soul Guardian, right?" Will asked.
"I guess so. I've never known someone with this type of job so I wouldn't know what they're called," Harry in the wizard card replied. "But it would make sense; You are guarding the essence of my soul."
"Right. Cool! So, when do I get out of here?" Will looked around, once again to see no one in the room.
Until he looked up again.
Not only did he get the shock of his life, as well as screaming, but he saw this pale-white girl with raven-black hair dressed in a midnight blue flowing dress. She looked like a painting on the ceiling, she was so high up. Will didn't remember seeing that painting when he first woke up, so how did it get there?
The girl in the painting opened her eyes, looking straight at him, and giving Will the strange feeling of being looked through as well. Floating down like snow on a windless night, she hovered inches in front of his face, even when Will tried to flatten himself against the bed. Her eyes were as black and empty as her hair, seemingly giving Will the impression of a black void within her.
"Save me," she whispered, "Save me."
And then she was gone.
Will noticed he was clutching the edges of the bed only when the nurse entered and told him so. She then noticed that he had recovered from his shock and was fit to go back to class, though she was worried about the scared state she had found him in. "If you ever need anything or even feel the slightest bit sick, come see me," she fussed.
Will left the hospital wing, but he couldn't concentrate on where he was going. Every corner there was that girl, whispering "Save me." to him as he passed. He tried talking to his now best friend, Harry Potter.
"Did you see that girl?" Will asked. He really hoped Harry Potter had some information for him. Harry Potter knew more about anything than most the teachers at school is what some of the rumors claimed.
"What girl?" That confirmed it. Will was hallucinating. Who in the world was this raven-haired girl he kept seeing?
He looked up, suddenly realizing he had been walking without looking where he was going. There, above him, were the four house flags representing Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Slytherin, and his house, Gryffindor. He walked around the tables, looking up at the beautiful works of embroidery above him. No doubt they were magically made, but they were still wonderful works of art.
"Save me."
Will looked to the now all-too-familiar voice of the raven-haired girl, who was standing at the Headmasters table, just in front of Dumbledore's seat. She held out her hands to him, almost as if she was reaching out to him and helping him forward at the same time.
Will walked up to her, and stopped, just looking at her. She seemed innocent, and nice, and she did need help, but why.?
Reaching out a hand, Will touched her palm, and suddenly he was in another world, where nothing was there, yet he could sense everything: the tables, the seats, even the banners on hanging from the ceiling. He couldn't trust his eyes anymore; they just wouldn't see for him.
"Save me from my father!" the girl called, with no longer a weak voice, but a renewed one. "Save me from the disciples of Voldemort! Save me from the Dragon!"
"How?!" Will called out, "How can I save you? I don't know where you are!"
"I hide within the books! Save me!"
Will was suddenly back in the Great Hall, with both the girl and the strange world gone. Everything seemed still, as if trapped in a bubble of time. Will just stared forward, hoping he could make a least a little sense of what was going on.
Something touched his shoulder, startling him so much he leapt up, whirled around, and almost struck the boy behind him.
"Geez! Sorry!" the boy called out at him, "But what was I supposed to do? You were all negative!"
"I was.?"
"I guess so. I've never known someone with this type of job so I wouldn't know what they're called," Harry in the wizard card replied. "But it would make sense; You are guarding the essence of my soul."
"Right. Cool! So, when do I get out of here?" Will looked around, once again to see no one in the room.
Until he looked up again.
Not only did he get the shock of his life, as well as screaming, but he saw this pale-white girl with raven-black hair dressed in a midnight blue flowing dress. She looked like a painting on the ceiling, she was so high up. Will didn't remember seeing that painting when he first woke up, so how did it get there?
The girl in the painting opened her eyes, looking straight at him, and giving Will the strange feeling of being looked through as well. Floating down like snow on a windless night, she hovered inches in front of his face, even when Will tried to flatten himself against the bed. Her eyes were as black and empty as her hair, seemingly giving Will the impression of a black void within her.
"Save me," she whispered, "Save me."
And then she was gone.
Will noticed he was clutching the edges of the bed only when the nurse entered and told him so. She then noticed that he had recovered from his shock and was fit to go back to class, though she was worried about the scared state she had found him in. "If you ever need anything or even feel the slightest bit sick, come see me," she fussed.
Will left the hospital wing, but he couldn't concentrate on where he was going. Every corner there was that girl, whispering "Save me." to him as he passed. He tried talking to his now best friend, Harry Potter.
"Did you see that girl?" Will asked. He really hoped Harry Potter had some information for him. Harry Potter knew more about anything than most the teachers at school is what some of the rumors claimed.
"What girl?" That confirmed it. Will was hallucinating. Who in the world was this raven-haired girl he kept seeing?
He looked up, suddenly realizing he had been walking without looking where he was going. There, above him, were the four house flags representing Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Slytherin, and his house, Gryffindor. He walked around the tables, looking up at the beautiful works of embroidery above him. No doubt they were magically made, but they were still wonderful works of art.
"Save me."
Will looked to the now all-too-familiar voice of the raven-haired girl, who was standing at the Headmasters table, just in front of Dumbledore's seat. She held out her hands to him, almost as if she was reaching out to him and helping him forward at the same time.
Will walked up to her, and stopped, just looking at her. She seemed innocent, and nice, and she did need help, but why.?
Reaching out a hand, Will touched her palm, and suddenly he was in another world, where nothing was there, yet he could sense everything: the tables, the seats, even the banners on hanging from the ceiling. He couldn't trust his eyes anymore; they just wouldn't see for him.
"Save me from my father!" the girl called, with no longer a weak voice, but a renewed one. "Save me from the disciples of Voldemort! Save me from the Dragon!"
"How?!" Will called out, "How can I save you? I don't know where you are!"
"I hide within the books! Save me!"
Will was suddenly back in the Great Hall, with both the girl and the strange world gone. Everything seemed still, as if trapped in a bubble of time. Will just stared forward, hoping he could make a least a little sense of what was going on.
Something touched his shoulder, startling him so much he leapt up, whirled around, and almost struck the boy behind him.
"Geez! Sorry!" the boy called out at him, "But what was I supposed to do? You were all negative!"
"I was.?"
