Crystal the Half-Ghost Witch

Chapter 19

This A.N is going to be in all three of my ongoing stories. So Harry Potter and the secret inheritance, Ember Potter and the secret of the gems, and Crystal Potter the half-ghost witch will all have the same A.N so if you read one of my other stories know you can just skip this bit.

So you all know I have spelling and grammar problems, well I asked something on Wattpad (Because that's for some reason the only site that has a community board, like seriously why doesn't AO3 at least have one of those, it would make asking your readers things so much easier!).

What I asked was if my readers would mind if I used ChatGPT to help with my spelling and grammar, I will not use it to write my stories for me. It'll just be there to help with my weaknesses like spelling.

Everyone on Wattpad said that as long as that's all I used it for, and it helped me then to go ahead so these chapters were corrected by ChatGPT. I went back and reread them side by side of the original text and all that was changed was spelling and some phrasing to better understand what's going on.

I wanted to let you know, because I'm going to be going back through my stories and using chat to correct the spelling and grammar errors in the past chapters. 

Crystal was walking down a hallway, deep in thought. She was thinking about tomorrow and how she would need to meet with the school's staff in her ghostly persona. She prayed that none of them would recognize her as Crystal. It wasn't that she believed their first thought upon seeing her would be, 'Gasp! This dead ghost girl is the alive human, Crystal Potter!'

No, she didn't think that would be their first thought. As far as they knew, being part ghost couldn't happen. Crystal was honestly surprised there weren't more half-ghosts out there. You would think that, in the past, there would have been a ghost and a human who experimented, but no—as far as she knew, Vlad Masters was the first Halfa in existence.

Crystal stopped walking, looked around the hallway she was in, and took in everything.

The hallway was narrow, with high, vaulted ceilings that seemed to stretch into the darkness. Unlike other hallways, there were no candles lit here, leaving it full of shadows.

Old, faded portraits of long-forgotten witches and wizards hung from the walls. They were all muted with age and neglect, their once bright colors now dim. These portraits didn't move like the ones in the other hallways; they were frozen in time. Crystal didn't know if it was because they were normal, non-magical portraits or if magical portraits required maintenance every few years to keep them animated.

It could also be that people had the ability to turn these things on and off—Crystal wasn't sure. But the still, faded portraits added a touch of creepiness to the dim hallway.

Cobwebs hung in the corners like fragile curtains, swaying softly in the cool, drafty air of the hallway.

The stone floor was uneven, worn down by centuries of footsteps. You could see a few indentations where people had walked more than in other spots. The stone was covered in a fine layer of undisturbed dust, muffling the sound of her footsteps as she stepped forward to explore.

There were a few old candle holders mounted on the wall, most of them containing extinguished candles. As she walked further into the hallway, she noticed that a couple of them were flickering weakly, causing eerie shadows to dance across the walls, adding to the creepiness of the place.

Crystal slowly walked further into the hallway. She hadn't been here before—she would have remembered seeing this creepy place if she had.

As she was walking past one of the doors, it suddenly burst open, and something—or someone—grabbed at her. She let out a high-pitched scream as she was pulled into the room before she could react.