11-30-04
Red
Chapter 7 – Ghosts
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Long ago the world was different, well not that long ago. Once the half, pure, and muggle studied under the same roof. But now the school is all condemned, books may crumble at your fingers touch. The school is more of a wicked place, where corpses lye and spend there day. Ghosts are the students now, walking freely up and down, gliding quickly to the classes that are there to last.
He won't ever care, the school is a burial ground now, he won't come back, never.
Sure he won a battle, on the old school grounds, sure he had once called the place his home, but now he is quite happy, leaving the place alone.
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In the old school, not a single Slytherin will be found roaming the halls; only few Gryffindors who were not brave enough will walk in eternity to the common room or next class. The Hufflepuffs are many, and the Ravenclaws are less, each lead by a teacher who in death wished to teach the students who will never leave.
Text books are not like they were, the boy who livid did not win, the world is a mere shadow, and the death toll is rising. Teachers could though just recall things they were once told. Like for instance there was the girl, with blood red curls, who opened the chamber, and set chaos free. And years after the tragic times, was it left for she to die, and at the hands of the boy who played the role as perfect head boy, this is the story spoken among the young ghosts, who now crowd around the first victim of the boy, to hear the short story, oh joy.
I know this is short, but this is the most that I could probably update. November has been a hard month on me, and I have been away most of it. I may rewrite this to make it longer, but this is the most I have been able to think up. Thanks for reading!
:::Riddled-Slytherin:::
P.S. Expect further delay on this on TOM, I have sprained my right arm, hopefully that heals up………to bad I can't say I fell off a broom during a quidditch match. Stupid me slipped in the kitchen, oh well. Peace.