Wizards of the Elements (ON HOLD)

Dead?

Darkness. That's all he could see. He scanned his surroundings, he realised he was alone. But then he heard a voice. 

"Hello, Zane," it said. He whipped his head around, stumbling over his feet. He felt unsteady, unbalanced. Something was wrong. "Welcome to your new home." 

"New... home?" asked Zane. He paused. "You called me something. Zane, wasn't it? Who is Zane?"

"Zane was your name."

"Was?" 

"Oh, you really don't remember, do you?" He shook his head, although he was unsure if whatever was speaking to him could see him. It must have, because it replied. "You died."

"I-I did?" He tried to remember something, anything, but his mind was filled with questions, not answers. "How?" The entity made a sighing noise. 

"You were struck by a powerful curse. The killing curse. You were killed by a girl by the name of Pansy Parkinson."

"Why did she kill me?"

"She was scared." 

"Scared? Of me? Why?" He looked down at his form. His was silvery and shiny, and wore a black robe and red tie. 

"Because you're different,"  it said. 

"Will people miss me?" he asked. 

"Many."

"May I see?" 

"See what, Zane?"

"The others, the ones who will miss me." A picture fazed into existence in front of him. It showed a muscular teen hunched over what must have been his own dead body. He seemed to be crying. "I don't remember him. Who is he?"

"I can't say. That's up to you to find out."

"How do I do that?" 

"By going back." Only a moment after this was said, the world around him began to alter itself. He found himself floating around in a large, red room. A few people sat in the room. He walked up to one of them. He was blonde, and had large front teeth. He sat on the couch, reading a book.

"Hello?" he said tentatively. The boy gave no response. He reached out to touch him. He gasped as his hand fazed right through his shoulder. Was he... a ghost? He must be. He had to figure out who he was- and who the others were. He turned around and walked up to the door. He placed his hand on it. It was solid. Strange. If he was a ghost, why couldn't he go through walls? And ghosts aren't fully invisible, he realised. He had to figure this out. He shoved open the door and heard a tiny noise from behind him. He turned around to see the blonde boy staring in his direction. 

"Hello?" he said in a small voice. "Is there someone there?" Zane smiled hopefully. 

"Yes!" he said excitedly. "Yes! I'm here!" His hope quickly faded when the boy continued to stare in his general direction. He sighed. He couldn't be seen, he couldn't be heard, he couldn't phase through walls, and he couldn't touch other people. What was happening to him? The boy got up and walked towards the door. Zane gasped sharply as the boy's hand passed through him. He couldn't feel it. It was just... disconcerting. The boy closed the door that he had opened and then stepped back . Then he had an idea. He quickly opened the door and watched to see what he would do next. The boy looked in half terror, half confusion at the open door. He carefully reached out a pale hand and slowly closed the door. Zane smiled excitedly as the boy went back to where he was originally sitting. Zane followed him happily. Beside the boy was a quill and a piece of paper. Zane's smile broadened. He picked up the paper between his fingers and waved it in front of the boy's face. His round face stared at it in terror. Zane then picked up the quill and rested the paper on a desk. Hello, he wrote. The boy's expression was tinted with curiosity. Yes, be curious, he thought. He continued to write; You, can't see me, you can't hear me, and you can't feel me, but I am here. The boy looked around the room. What is your name?  The boy paused, so Zane wrote something else. I can hear you by the way. So you don't have to write. The boy gulped and took a deep breath. 

"Why do you need to know?" the boy asked. Because I need your help, Zane wrote. The boy seemed intrigued, and to Zane's relief, he answered. "My name is Neville. What's yours?" Zane paused. What was it again? He couldn't remember. He wrote on the paper. I can't remember. Neville frowned. "Well I need to call you something. How about... Julien?" Zane smiled. Yes. That sounds right to me. Neville smiled. "Alright, Julien, what can I help you with?" I think I died, but I'm not a ghost. I think there's a way for me to get back, but I don't know how. I can't remember anything. Neville frowned thoughtfully. There was a knock on the door. Zane turned around and saw a dark-skinned girl walk in carrying a stack of books. She took one look at what appeared to her as a floating quill and paper and stopped walking. She began to walk up to them. Zane quickly put down the paper on the table. 

"What's going on here?" she asked. Zane took another piece of paper. The girl and Neville watched confusedly as he started to write. Hello, my name is Julien. Who might you be? She stood there in silence before she shook her head and said confidently,

"Hermione." Nice to meet you, Hermione. "What are you?" I don't know exactly. That's what Neville and I were trying to figure out before you so rudely interrupted. Can you help us? She paused again. "I might be able to. But you'll have to cooperate. I also must know where you are." She pulled a pair of white gloves out of her pockets and held them out. Zane took the gloves and put them on. He looked at both sides of them and then looked at Hermione. He waved happily. She smiled in awe and then waved back. 

"We're here to help you, Julien." said Neville with a smile. Zane made his hands into a heart shape and said thank you, even though he knew they couldn't hear him. The two others smiled and did it back. 

YESSSSS! HE'S BACK! Sort of. Anyways, I hope you liked the chapter. 

-Orcaweirdo774