Disclaimer: no these characters are not mine but J.K rulings, otherwise
id's be using golden toilet seats.
Chapter one Sir Nicholas's form drifted through corridors full of streaming students, muttering useless spells they had thought from the top of their heads. He passed classrooms long stained with spilt potions as though there wasn't a spell to remove the stain. Old spider webs that hung in the corners of the classrooms were nearly black from dust.
An adventurous spider dangled down from the mass of webs on a thin delicate string of web, it passed through Sir Nicholas's head barley noticing the fluttering form of the see-through white.
Sir Nicholas flew a few paces to the left and reached his hand out to brush the spider's fur and tough skin. Though, being a ghost his hand went straight the spider like thin air, the luxury of touch being denied to him. He longed to be able to feel, to touch. Even the slightest felling would be the most enjoyable moment since he had become a ghost. Of course he never let his true feelings show.
Being a ghost is not all what it's cracked up to be, passing through walls and being able to be invisible at will has its moments but quickly loses the thrill. The students had become used to his form and no longer gave the slightest jump as he flew past. The truth was, he was murdered, taken by surprise by one of his rivals. An axe to the throat it was, it cut off his breathing patters and that was that. It's amazing that the simplest of tasks such as eating would be missed so sorely. Alas, here he was, floating through walls and leaving whenever he was not wanted. If he could join the headless hunt, it would be marvellous. There was a roomer this year about the prize to be given out to the winner ghost or ghoul as some people put it. For the prize was the most amazing thing, if you won the most powerful wizards in the world would bring back your body and try to return you to living flesh. Ah to be headless, Nicholas thought, what an honour. Just then he suddenly stopped as a slow stream of cool air blew in from a nearby window. He was in a corridor, though not knowing which one it was. There was a suit of armour to his right, and another to his left. Both withered and rusting with age. A red carpet covered with triangular patterns and lined with gold cotton at the edges lay out before him, inviting him to go forward. The sides of the corridor made of stone, were filled with dust. Looks like this place has been abandoned as well pondered Sir Nicholas. He flew forwards, still thinking about the headless hunt when suddenly, out of the blue came an idea. It might just work, he thought desperately. Of course I'd need an enchanted axe, no, no that wont do I need the original. I need the original axe that never finished its job, but where to find the body? He grimaced. When he died everything was a blur until somehow he became a ghost, but he ended up haunting this castle, of course it would be somewhere near here, somewhere no one in their right mind would venture. Then the idea sprang to him, it was so obvious, his body was somewhere in the dark forest. Then there was the matter of the axe, he needed some powerful stuff to bring that back to its form. He eyed the knight armour next to him noting an old rusted sword clenched in its fist. A ghost, older than him had once quoted to a ghost convention "Where thy murder weapon lay, there thy form shall stay" The murder weapon was somewhere in this castle. That much he knew, but where. A summoning spell would do the trick if he could still use magic. No he had to get the help of one Harry potter...
Please add what you think so far, id love to hear it new chapter coming up soon!
Chapter one Sir Nicholas's form drifted through corridors full of streaming students, muttering useless spells they had thought from the top of their heads. He passed classrooms long stained with spilt potions as though there wasn't a spell to remove the stain. Old spider webs that hung in the corners of the classrooms were nearly black from dust.
An adventurous spider dangled down from the mass of webs on a thin delicate string of web, it passed through Sir Nicholas's head barley noticing the fluttering form of the see-through white.
Sir Nicholas flew a few paces to the left and reached his hand out to brush the spider's fur and tough skin. Though, being a ghost his hand went straight the spider like thin air, the luxury of touch being denied to him. He longed to be able to feel, to touch. Even the slightest felling would be the most enjoyable moment since he had become a ghost. Of course he never let his true feelings show.
Being a ghost is not all what it's cracked up to be, passing through walls and being able to be invisible at will has its moments but quickly loses the thrill. The students had become used to his form and no longer gave the slightest jump as he flew past. The truth was, he was murdered, taken by surprise by one of his rivals. An axe to the throat it was, it cut off his breathing patters and that was that. It's amazing that the simplest of tasks such as eating would be missed so sorely. Alas, here he was, floating through walls and leaving whenever he was not wanted. If he could join the headless hunt, it would be marvellous. There was a roomer this year about the prize to be given out to the winner ghost or ghoul as some people put it. For the prize was the most amazing thing, if you won the most powerful wizards in the world would bring back your body and try to return you to living flesh. Ah to be headless, Nicholas thought, what an honour. Just then he suddenly stopped as a slow stream of cool air blew in from a nearby window. He was in a corridor, though not knowing which one it was. There was a suit of armour to his right, and another to his left. Both withered and rusting with age. A red carpet covered with triangular patterns and lined with gold cotton at the edges lay out before him, inviting him to go forward. The sides of the corridor made of stone, were filled with dust. Looks like this place has been abandoned as well pondered Sir Nicholas. He flew forwards, still thinking about the headless hunt when suddenly, out of the blue came an idea. It might just work, he thought desperately. Of course I'd need an enchanted axe, no, no that wont do I need the original. I need the original axe that never finished its job, but where to find the body? He grimaced. When he died everything was a blur until somehow he became a ghost, but he ended up haunting this castle, of course it would be somewhere near here, somewhere no one in their right mind would venture. Then the idea sprang to him, it was so obvious, his body was somewhere in the dark forest. Then there was the matter of the axe, he needed some powerful stuff to bring that back to its form. He eyed the knight armour next to him noting an old rusted sword clenched in its fist. A ghost, older than him had once quoted to a ghost convention "Where thy murder weapon lay, there thy form shall stay" The murder weapon was somewhere in this castle. That much he knew, but where. A summoning spell would do the trick if he could still use magic. No he had to get the help of one Harry potter...
Please add what you think so far, id love to hear it new chapter coming up soon!