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Chapter 2

I stumbled back and tried to lean against a wall just to fall through it with a yelp.

'No! I can't be dead! It-It isn't possible!' I stood and wavered on my feet, running my hands through my hair, a nervous habit I acquired.

"No." I softly whispered.

The children looked around as they heard my whisper.

"Wassat?" questioned Jenna, looking around uneasily.

The boy with the black hair reached into his pocket and fingered his wand uneasily.

Sadron wound around my neck until his tongue touched my nose.

Giving me a glare and a small flick of his head 'Get away from here you idiot! Do you want them to know your here?' Sadron whispered.

I looked into his black eyes and nodded.

I hurriedly floated up through the roof and continued going up until I hit the morning breeze.

I sat down on the roof, bending my knees and resting my elbows on them, cradling my head.

After a moment of quiet "What am I going to do Sadron?"

Sadron turned and looked at me "Well, for one, I wouldn't let anyone know you're here."

I lift up my head and looked at him curiously "And why shouldn't I do that?"

Sadron rolled his eyes "Well, seeing a hero show up after dying may make it a little impossible for you to use this to your advantage. And anyways, didn't you always wish that you could have some time to yourself?"

I huffed "Ya, well, I wasn't always DEAD!"

Sadron glared at me then his eyes softened and he shook his head before slithering down to my hand where he rested his head on my thumb with a sigh.

"We're in this together Harry." He said softly.

I sighed and mentally composed myself 'Don't snap at the only one who can understand your problem.'

We sat in silence and stared at the setting sun, orange and purple hues painted the sky. Adding the green trees and mountains, it was a beautiful view. My cloak blew in the wind and my hair rustled as my eyes stared solemnly at the land.

I'm dead, I now except that, but why am I here? Shouldn't I be in the other world that Sadron spoke of after he was resurrected? I sometimes thought about my death, especially in my school years, but it was never like this. I always thought that I would die peacefully in my sleep or, when I was feeling a little self centered, giving my life for another's. This was definitely not the case though, in a pitiful battle against some of the last Death Eaters, ones who were weak enough to be caught by the Order and put in Azkaban.

I shivered at the thought of the evil wizard prison, for I too had been there once. But that was another story in itself. Those were the worst months of my life, but at the same time, the best. There, I had unlocked my powers and mastered them. Using those powers I had destroyed Voldemort, so those were important months of pain and agony.

I leaned back and rest my head on the slanted roof, putting my hands behind my head and looking at the stars as they shone through the blanket of darkness.

Darkness. Unyielding, mysterious and powerful. My inspiration to become better, to prove to myself that I wasn't only a weapon, but a powerful ruler with a mind to do as I wished with. I was driven to accomplish what the darkness had, to be darkness, to finally free myself of all my doubts. For I knew now, that anything I tried, I could accomplish.

I opened my eyes from their thoughtful state and glared at the sky 'I will deal with this, it's a new thing to overcome, a challenge.'

I chuckled at myself.

'Has my life ever been anything but?'

I sat up and floated to my feet and brushed my cloak of imaginary dust, a habit I picked up from Severus, greasy old bat.

Sadron slithered around my wrist and lifted his head "Where are we going?"

I floated through the roof "The Headmasters office."

"What?" shrieked Sadron.

"I need to see an old friend." I avoided some students chatting happily as they walked down the corridor and swooped in front of the stone gargoyle.

I walked through the guard and up the staircases that didn't move.

'I guess it only works if someone comes through the door.'

I paused outside the door and checked to make sure my disillusion charm was still in affect, straightening my robes and listening carefully through the door.

Hearing only the snoring of the portraits I floated through the door and glanced around.

No longer did dainty little instruments whirl on spindly tables, but vases full of flowers and random statues were put orderly along the side. When Dumbledore was alive, there used to always be a bowl of some kind of sweet on the desk, but instead there was a pencil holder stuffed full of pencils.

My eyes scored the walls for a certain painting when they landed on a picture of a familiar man with a long white beard.

I removed the Disillusionment charm and the feeling of eggs being cracked over my head ensued.

'I always hated that feeling.'

I sauntered up to the portrait and tapped on the frame. "Albus."

The painting snorted and the wizen old wizard shifted slightly before falling back asleep.

I frowned and tapped a bit more urgently "Albus!"

Albus grunted and his eyes fluttered "Oh Minerva! Can't a man have a moment's peace? I can talk too later about the effects candy has on the brain later…"

I sweatdropped "Albus, put on your glasses please."

Albus' eyes widened and he adjusted his glasses on his crooked nose. "H-Harry?" the old man sputtered.

I smirked "The one and only."

"Good afternoon professor" hissed Sadron.

Albus blinked his sparkling eyes then smiled "Why, hello Sadron! And to what do I owe this rather…unexpected visit?"

My unruly hair floated about me as well as my cape that gave me the ghostly look that, personally, I thought looked quite cool. "Albus," I said exasperatedly "do you really need to ask?"

The old man feigned idiocy "Not a clue Harry."

I sighed "Can you tell me exactly how I ended up here, say, a few years in the future DEAD?" I calmed myself and slipped my unemotional mask back into place.

"Oh, oh ya, that." Dumbledore studied me for a second, in which I glared at him and crossed my arms irritably.

"Well, Harry, you died." The old man pondered some more then his eyes lit up and he smiled, pointing into the air "And now you're a ghost!" obviously happy that he made that conclusion.

"I think he's lost it" Sadron hissed.

"And I'm certain." I addressed the deceased headmaster "I have come to that conclusion as well, but why am I dead and in the future?"

Albus leaned forward and stared into my eyes "I have but only one answer to your questions Mister Potter." He said seriously "Look at your life, your use and what you wanted to do, and you will find all the answers in time"

I opened my mouth to question this but distant footsteps echoed from the staircase as it moved towards the office.

"Have fun Harry." Dumbledore smiled mysteriously and sat back, eyes twinkling.

I glared at the man then put the disillusionment charm back on as I floated up into a corner of the room, waiting to see who would emerge.

The door opened and the old woman from earlier that day walked in. She wore a broad smile full of happiness and her eyes held a warmth only the headmaster of Hogwarts could hold. Her gray hair was up in a bun but long tendrils fell loose here and there. She wore evergreen robes lined with gold at the edges. She stood tall and proud, her face full of wrinkles and lines of long over battle. She wore glasses on the tip of her nose and had an elegance about her as she strode across the room.

"Good morning Minerva" greeted Dumbledore.

The old woman looked up and smiled. "Why, Hello Albus! What are you doing up already?"

"Oh, I just had a chat with a lovely mouse! Did you know that he said that he overheard that Lucy told James told Tori who said that a spirit has moved in?"

"Oh really?" said the lady, only really listening to the last part. "And did Tori say what this spirits name is?"

Dumbledore shook his head "No, sorry. But the mouse did say that it is a cranky spirit. Says that it's confused and upset about something."

The lady shuffled over to her desk and sat down in the chair. "Oh. Well, that is not good."

"Indeed not." Agreed Dumbledore.

I bristled. 'Upset and confused'? I glared coldly at the old headmaster then flew through the roof and into the Room of Requirement. The room was set up so that there was large space in the middle with shelves of books along the walls except with a corner with a low table and a chair.

'Quite similar to the set up we had when we were with the DA.'

I took off the charm and sat in the chair, lying back and closing my eyes.

'What in all the worlds am I going to do?'

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I floated down the stairs invisible and into the Entrance hall where groggy students were stumbling down the stairs. Except for the odd one that bounced down the stairs, too happy for six in the morning.

I floated up to about halfway up the stairs where I watched as they walked into the Great Hall.

I noticed the trio from the other day walk down the stairs, the girl with bushy red hair lagging behind a bit, yawning every other second.

Sadron curled up my arm and onto my shoulder "They look quite familiar, but I cant place where I've seen them before."

I studied their facial expressions but gave up as they disappeared into the Great Hall.

I floated up through the wall and into 'my' corner where I crossed my arms and prepared to watch things unravel.

I looked at the boy from the other day who had confronted the three others and saw him whispering to another person across the table, casting furtive glances around every so often.

I frowned and glided over to stand behind him, listening in.

Unable to hear anything I got closer so I was directly behind him.

"Stupid little mudbloods, I can't wait till my father visits! Maybe he will finally see what a dump this place is and transfer me to Durmstang! The other day I cast a jelly legs jinx on a lost first year, he was so late it cost Gryffindore 50 points!" the boy chuckled.

I glared at the boy icily and the boy shuddered.

The boy looked around and right through me "Was it me, or was there a chill in here a moment ago?"

The other boy nodded and looked around.

"Anyways, when are we going to jinx the Quidditch bludgers? We need to do it before five tonight. And make sure to tune them mainly to Weasley. Oh ya! And make them hit harder." The boy sniggered and I glared so hard that Sadron moved to the back of my neck, the warmest place on the human body.

I snarled 'How DARE he? Weasley, probably in relation to Ron." This thought made me bristle even more.

My hands fisted and my skin crawled in anger.

I lifted my hand and moved it over the boy's head.

His robe turned neon yellow and his hair turned purple. His face turned pink and his trousers lime green. Pimples broke out on his face and he grew an ugly blue beard. Finally, his food lifted up and flew into his face with a splat.

The boy shrieked and jumped up from where he was sitting, Wiping his face he saw the others at his table get the same thing. The food from the other tables lifted into the air and soared over them, pelting the Slytherin table.

As usual, the food kept re appearing. As soon as it appeared it soared over and continued hitting the kids at the Slytherin table that were now fleeing the Great Hall, food hot on their tails.

The other children watched as they left the Great Hall, laughing and pointing at the boy that I had decorated.

I smiled cruelly and floated back up to watch the chaos while it lasted; I had charmed the colouring to last for one week and for the food to follow the Slytherins for one whole hour.

The teachers tried to get the Hall under control while some went of to help the table.

Sadron shivered on my neck and hissed "Nice p-prank. But d-don't get s-so worked up next t-time!"

I reached behind my head and petted Sadron, casting a warming spell on him at the same time.

"Sorry."

One of the teachers walked up to the old lady and whispered something in her ear.

The old lady looked around the hall, as if searching for something, then stood up.

She clapped "Everyone! Please return to you dorms! You will have no classes until further notice."

The students cheered and made their way back to their dorms like instructed.

Once the Great Hall was empty, the teachers banished all the tables and gathered in the middle of the hall.

The old lady pointed to teachers than to different parts of the Hall except for four of which she sent to different parts of the castle.

I glared and watched as they started to cast a spell around that turned anything it touched a different colour, not one the same shade.

They steadily made their way towards me, some pointing out an evergreen shade every so often to the older lady who nodded and watched as they continued.

The man with the dark red hair who I had mistaken as Ron stepped in front of where I was sitting in mid air, my favorite place to watch things.

He pointed his wand at the ground and said "Azureus pigmentum conjeci (1)"

The wall turned different sorts of colours as he moved up but it steadily turned the evergreen that the others pointed out as it made its way up to me.

I looked down my nose at the beam of light that shows the spell and shifted slightly as it went by me.

The dark haired man turned to the old lady and motioned for her to come over.

When she joined him he pointed to the now large section of evergreen, which now looked like Avada Kadavra green now that I looked at it.

They looked around the corner and over me, even though they couldn't see me.

The old lady turned around "Ok everyone! Go help check the rest of the castle!"

When she left she turned to the other man and talked in hushed tones, made up of looks and nods so I couldn't understand what was going on.

As I sat there observing, Sadron unwrapped his top half and looked down with me.

"I don't like this Harry. Something doesn't feel right." He hissed quietly.

"I know, but I want to know what this is about." I watched as they looked around and at a piece of paper I had just noticed, pointing out different shades of green and either nodding of shaking their heads.

After a few minuets of this the old lady conjured the tables back up and they left the hall painted like a very colourful egg.

I frowned at the state they left the Great Hall in and Sadron hissed irritably.

"Van we get out of here?" he whined "The bright colours are hurting my eyes!"

I frowned down at him "I thought snakes can't see anything other than heat."

Sadron frowned "Never mind that! Lets get out of here." And grumpily went back to the base of my neck.

'My, he's cranky today isn't he?'

I drifted through the wall to my right and up the stairs.

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(1) I got this from another story called: Potter's Resistance 1: Breaking Ties. It's a really good story, you should check it out. In their story it made blue paint come out of one of the characters wand. In here though, it does something different, im just not going to explain it right now. So I don't own that either.