PROLOUGE
When you're thought forgotten and left alone it is easier to see things. When you're dead and buried, turned into a pearly-white ghost, it's even easier. The only problem is…being invisible makes it harder to be recognized. When you need to give a vital clue out to one in need, in can become quite a task.
But no matter, I can usually find my way around that. I don't want to be recognized. Not by wizard, witch, familiar or hag. The only people to know of my existence are the others like me. Although they allow themselves to be recognized by wizard kind. I do not. I'm much happier this way. Being able to see and not be seen gives one many tales to tell…some of my own, some of others.
Incase you were wondering who I was, I will tell you that I am now the ghost of Hermione Granger. Born -19th September, 1980, Died – January 23rd, 1997, mere months from completeing my NEWTS.
This is my story and the gathered stories of others as I see fit to unveil them…