Chapter 3

Later that night

I leisurely floated up the steps of the moving staircases. I growled as one of them moved out from under me, making it look as though I was floating several floors up from the ground.

Even though I know I'm dead, I prefer acting as close to being alive as possible. And having those irritating stairs move while I'm on them is irking and gives me that feeling that I'm supposed to be falling.

Sighing irritably, I glide over to where the stairs had moved to and entered the fifth floor instead. I glided down the hall, glancing at random tapestries and paintings as they dozed in their frames.

I heard voices coming from around the next corner and slowed to a stop.

"…this late! I mean, you could get in trouble! Then what? You'll be serving detention with Professor Malfoy!" exclaimed a hushed whisper angrily.

"So? I have to find out what is happening! You know as well as I do that the teachers were tense all day. What about when we were ordered to go to our common rooms for Lunch and Dinner? Weren't you even a LITTLE curious? Come on Jenna!" a pleading voice sounded, slightly closer than the last.

"That's not the point!"

I disillusioned myself and stood up flush against the wall, waiting as they turned the corner.

I was only slightly shocked, as I saw nothing come around the corner, but heard the unmistakable sound of shuffling feet hurry by me.

'Invisibility cloak' I thought with a smirk, don't they have any originality?

I followed the sound of the feet all the way to the stairs. The muttering had ceased, but I could still feel the girls disapproving mood, as I had been on the receiving end of with Hermione.

In fact, this reminded me of many occasions. Midnight strolls through the castle with Hermione breathing down my neck and berating me the entire way.

I smirked 'Yes, this certainly is interesting'

As I followed the children, I noticed a green line on the floor, more specifically, where I had been before.

I frowned and looked behind me. As I suspected, a green line was forming where I had traveled.

I looked ahead and saw three different coloured lines forming ahead of me, probably the colours of the students out of bed.

I scowled. This is not good. What are they trying to accomplish? Why have different coloured trails follow everyone around?

I rolled my eyes at the thought 'Well of course. To find out where everyone had been. But how doses mine show up? And why have they never done this before?'

The three children made their way down the stairs and into the Great Hall, oblivious to the fact that it was plain that they had three different coloured lines following them among the other colours that seemed to have faded over time. There were so many different shades of colours, it was dizzying. However, my own and theirs stood out like beacons in the sea of colours.

They entered the Great Hall and the shuffling stopped, stunned I supposed, as the Hall was seemingly like a deranged artist had used it as a giant mural.

The invisibility cloak slipped from one of their fingers and slid off them like water, as usual.

As I had suspected, their mouths were wide enough for Dobby to easily sit in. I recognized them as the three I had seen this morning.

I floated over to the boy with messy black hair, who I just noticed that I had yet to discover the name of, and hissed in his ear "Flies, boy, flies."

The boy promptly shut his mouth and looked around and through me in confusion.

Jenna looked at him "What are you looking at?"

The boy looked around again then shook his head "Nothing, nothing."

The other boy shook his head "Wow. I mean…wow."

"What did the professors do to it?" wondered the boy with black hair.

Jenna shook her head "I don't know."

Both the boys looked at her in surprise "You don't know?" gaped the boy with blonde streaks.

Jenna glared at him indignantly "Oh, Shut up Zak!"

The boy with black hair rolled his eyes "Oh, will you two stop it? We came here for a reason!"

They both blushed and Zak cleared his throat "I think I heard Father mention a spell like this."

The other boy raised an eyebrow and Zak continued "He said that it took the magical signature of a witch or wizard and turned it into a unique colour, like a fingerprint. He said it was created five years ago and has never been used yet. The Ministery had said that it was to be only used if necessary." Zak frowned "But I don't know of anything that could be considered necessary happening around here."

"Maybe they are trying to find out who hexed Zambini!" Jenna piped in.

Zak shook his head "They haven't even used it in any crime solving units yet, well, that they know of. Apparently it even shows ghosts!"

The black haired boy, who had been glancing around the Hall, pointed at my corner. "That place has A LOT of green on it."

The other two looked at the corner.

Jenna frowned "I don't know of anyone who can fly. And obviously, whoever it is, has been there a lot."

I floated up to the boy with black hair. Where had I seen him before? Why does he look so familiar? Feel so…so special? Why does he stick out?

Said boy moved over towards the corner right underneath my spot to get a better look.

"How could anyone get that high up?"

Zak grinned like mad "Maybe it's a ghost!"

Jenna sniffed "Ya right! Like any of the ghosts would sit up there! If you haven't noticed, they like to be down on the ground and around us more than up there by themselves."

The sound of footsteps came from outside the door and the three hurriedly ducked under the cloak and bolted out the door, leaving their colours on the ground running after them.

I shook my head. Clumsy students. They need Moody in here, CONSTANT VIGILANCE!

I floated out into the corridor and followed the students up to the Gryffindore common room where they said their goodnights and dashed up to their rooms. I looked around the common room, good memories filling up my head. I remembered so much. But I had many bad memories. Worse than anyone could ever have, being the Boy-Who-Lived wouldn't help me much though.

One bittersweet moment I remembered a lot. It was a special night between Ginny and I that I can never forget, even if she did reject me afterwards.

Yes, we had been lovers, but she was afraid and ran away to a place where I couldn't find her for years. No matter where I looked, whom I talked to, or how many times I searched, I always came up empty handed. After five years, everyone convinced me of the truth: She was never coming back.

I settled myself as comfortably as I could on the squishy chair in front of the fire I could not feel. It was weird; I couldn't feel heat or how soft something was.

'I guess that is what comes from being able to go through things.' I thought with a shrug and pet Sadron, who was sleeping on my wrist.

I closed my eyes and slept, even though I didn't need to, I needed to get away from it all for awhile.

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Ok, nother chappie done.