Spirit

Disclaimer: Hey every thing belongs to Ms Jk Rowling. I own nothing

Authors note: Hey this is my first fan fic so please be nice!

Chapter 1

Darkness had fallen over Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The grounds lay silent. There was no movement. The forbidden forest was as eerie as ever. In the castle, the silence continued throughout each corridor and in every classroom.

Suddenly, in Gryffindor tower, a boy woke up.

Harry Potter looked around his dormitory, there was nothing there. He took a deep breath and scanned every corner of the room. He could hear the faint snores of his roommate Neville Longbottom. Harry shivered, he knew there was nothing in the room but something, something inside of him was nagging him. He got out of his bed and walked towards the giant window. He looked out, but he saw nothing.

Nothing at all.

Harry took a deep breath and returned to his warm bed, drawing the curtains around himself. "It has to stop", he told himself. "All this paranoid behaviour has to stop. What would Ron think" he asked himself. Harry smiled. He knew what his best friend Ron Weasley would say.

"Harry you don't think , no no. It can't be, seriously you don't think you- know-who was here, do you?"

Harry let out a chuckle. Trust Ron to think of the extreme. Shaking his head, Harry snuggled deep into his bed. He closed his eyes and imagined what life would be like if he was ordinary. Not that Harry was extraordinary or anything, he was just and he hated admitting this , famous.

"Famous Harry Potter", thought Harry." Famous, fearless Harry Potter", he smiled. What would all the people think if they saw him know, afraid of a silly nightmare. He knew Malfoy would love it. He could see him know, his cold face laughing with his fellow smug looking Slytherin's.

"Eugh" thought Harry. "I'm thinking of the slytherins before I go to sleep. That will defiantly give me nightmares". With that Harry squeezed his eyes closed and tried to fall asleep.

Little did he know, Harry was not the only person at Hogwarts who found it difficult to sleep. Professor Severus Snape was pacing in his room. He was wearing his traditional black robes and his even more traditional sour face.

"This is ridiculous" he said to himself as he passed his desk. "It's three in the morning and I'm STILL awake". It was the fourth night in a row that Snape had spent pacing in his room. He could not sleep. He tried and tried, he even made himself a sleeping potion, but it just did not work.

Snape stood still for a moment. The tiny hairs at the back of his neck stood up. He looked around the room. Was there something there?. He took his wand from his desk.

"Professor Snape of Hogwarts. Reveal yourself" he sneered.

He looked around. There was nothing there. Snape took a deep breath and sat on his chair, still holding his wand tightly.

"It's the lack of sleep", he told himself. "It's playing with your mind".

Snape shook his head and put down his wand. He moved the papers, which occupied his desk and found what he was looking for. A key, a small black key. He took the key and went to the cupboard next to his bookcase. He opened the dark chestnut cupboard and took out a rather large bottle of whiskey.

"Oh well, if you cant do it the magic way, there's always the muggle way".

He took the bottle of whiskey to his desk and sat down. He poured himself a large whiskey, closed his eyes and drank it very slowly. It made him feel a lot better. He opened his eyes and sighed.

"Another day with smelly, unwashed disobedient children" he said to himself. "What blasted year do I have tomorrow?". He looked at his timetable.

It was the stupid, idiotic and complete waste of time Gryffindors. He groaned very loudly and poured himself another drink.

"I need all the help I can get" thought Snape.