Haunted

Harry Potter sighed as he lay in his bed in his apartment he had moved in to a couple of years ago. He could not sleep for anything. Every time he closed his eyes he went through it over and over again. He had nightmares daily over and over again. They all started the same. The green lights would come and then he'd see his parents die. Then his godfather and Dumbledore would be next. Then Fred and Tonks and Lupin. He shuddered and looked at his clock beside his bed.

The clock read 3:06 in the morning. He sighed as he blinked to himself several times. The red lights of the clock always hurt his eyes whenever he woke up in the mornings like this. He used to have a green clock but he chucked it after having panic attacks when he opened his eyes to see green in front of him again.

Harry decided he'd used the bathroom. That'd get my mind of things, he told himself as he got clumsily out of his bed. He slowly opened his door with careful eyes and walked out of his bedroom. The door closed with a soft click.

The hallway lights were always turned off at this time of night so he wondered to himself why it felt so eerie tonight. His eyes narrowed when he felt the cold chills coming toward him and he kept his eyes ahead as he moved toward the restroom.

Then he heard a whisper, "You…"

He spun around and in a second he had his wand out and pointing at whatever he could point at in the darkness. The hairs on the back on his neck were starting to be on edge. But he was a brave man. He was a man ready to face danger whenever it came up. And he was a twenty year old man ready to give his life anytime for the safety of his people.

"Who's there?" He called out in to the darkness.

Then he was reminded that he was a wizard. He muttered a few spells and the lights were back on inside his hallways and that was when he realized that he was not the only one standing in the hallway of his house.

He almost started in surprise and he raised his wand closer to his company. She was a woman. She looked that she was in her late teen years and all across her face showed fury. This did not scare him, but it did intrigue him slightly. She had long dirty black hair and for some reason she looked drenched in water. Her face and body had blood all over it and her eyes looked like she still had some black eyeliner on from before she had her accident. She wore torn up black clothes and her gaze never left his body as he did his check.

"…Killed me…"

He drew a breath to speak to the woman but she was gone before he could get a word out of his mouth.