The-Boy-Who-Lived-Again...

Chapter 21

Harry felt the oddest sensation he'd ever felt. It was like being dizzy, but floating in the air so you don't have anything to steady yourself with. Then he began to feel as if his body had no substance. He opened his eyes and realized he WAS floating. Everything seemed to take on an odd appearance. Like he could see through them, but could still see them, He could see the people still asleep inside the dorms through the walls of the common room, he could see through the wall to the dungeon next to the common room.

The thing that was by far the weirdest by far was seeing his body down below him. His body was perfectly still, in the same position he'd left it in. Somehow, he had left his body. Yet he was still himself. He had just removed himself from his physical substance. He had, pretty much become a spirit.

'Well, I'm going to have to figure out how to use this sometime.' He thought. 'What better time than now?'

The first step was figuring out how to move. Since his body had no substance, he couldn't exactly walk. He would end up just passing through the floor.

First Harry tried making motions as if he were swimming, which had no particular effect.

Next he tried extending his arm like superman, which didn't work either.

He tried moving his legs as if he were walking, which didn't do a thing.

He even tried blowing air from his mouth, only to realize he had less substance than air, so he couldn't inhale or exhale.

After trying dozens of physical ways of moving himself to no effect, he tried mental ones. Concentrating with all his might he imagined himself on the other side of the room. And he ended up moving to that spot so fast he thought he might've left some part of himself behind.

He noticed then that students were starting to wake up. He didn't want them to see him sitting there like an idiot, so he visualized himself back in control of his body. With a jolt, he was back inside himself. He'd never known how heavy his body was. It felt like he was lifting weights just to move. Compared to the lightness of being a spirit, this was horrible. Slowly but surely Harry got used to the feeling of being inside his body again.

Harry packed up his shower things and went to breakfast, idly wondering what he could do with this power. Breakfast passed uneventfully, and Harry found himself in the most boring class ever created: History of Magic. After listening to Professor Binns drone on for the first few minutes of class, he realized something. He could use his power in class and nobody would know. Harry shut his eyes and pretended to fall asleep at his desk.

Harry welcomed the odd sensations and embraced his power, and thought about what he should do.

'Well.' He thought. 'I could check on Ginny.'

His power seemed to take that as a command and he went to Ginny so fast, he didn't have time to blink. Ginny was in Potions class. Professor Snape was not in the room, and Ginny had decided to use that time to goof off. Specifically by tossing an extra ingredient into a nearby Slytherin's potion. Harry grinned as he watched. The potion smoked and turned a bright purple after only a minute. The potion began to boil rapidly and the Slytherin began to panic.

"Professor Snape! HELP!" the Slytherin yelled.

Professor Snape ran into the room, but not quickly enough to help. The potion began to wobble around before tipping sideways, and as luck should have it, the potion was pointed directly towards the Slytherins. The potion exploded, with a deafening BOOM! Every Slytherin except Professor snape had been drenched completely.

Harry decided to leave and find something else to watch.

'How's Hermione doing?' Harry thought, and found that he was already there.

Only Hermione was in the bathroom. Harry left as quickly as possible, quite embarrassed.

Harry was struck with a brilliant inspiration. He could spy on Voldemort. Forgetting about Hermione entirely, Harry commanded his power to take him to see Tom Riddle.

Harry found himself in a large well-furnished mansion, built out of stone walls so it almost looked like a castle. Harry was inside he master bedroom.

'Well well.' Harry thought. 'Even Voldemort sleeps.'

It was true, Voldemort was asleep in a gigantic bed. And snoring. Voldemort wasn't alone either. There was an unclothed woman chained to the bed. Her eyes were swollen and red as if she'd been crying.

Harry grasped the situation finally and felt a surge of hatred for the Dark Lord. Harry couldn't stand to be in the room any more. He decided to go somewhere peaceful to relax. Realizing he could go anywhere, he thought of someplace exotic and totally random he could visit. But then he remembered class should be ending soon. He decided to make a quick check on Ron before going.

Ron was in Divination. Harry grinned as he read some of the predictions Ron wrote on the page.

Harry watched Ron's quill move across the page and laughed at the prediction.

January the 1st: Eaten by a crow after accidentally getting transfigured into a fly.

January the 2nd: Merlin rises from the dead, and accidentally fries me with a drying spell.

January the 3rd: Eaten by the giant squid...

Harry read the whole sheet and just about died with laughter. It was right about then that Professor Trelawney walked into Harry. Harry felt as if he were being vacuumed up, and into Professor Trelawney's body. Harry only had a split second to think. And it only took that long to realize what was happening. Harry was possessing her.