Haunting You ➹ Harry Potter

Alastor

Alastor, the spirit of blood feuds and vengeance.

I watched through the window as the students left the castle for summer vacation. Dark robes twirling with the wind as they carried their belonging- their suitcases, their howls, their cats- into the carriages that the Thestrals pulled. I could see them now, the Thestrals, and they apparently adored me. Being touched by death apparently makes me family to all other dark creatures. 

I could vaguely see my little brother Charlus, as he pulled the cage of his howl, Elpis, into a carriage. I had yet to talk with him since my death. I had yet to talk to anybody alive, with the exception of the professors, the unspeakables and a few members of the Spirit Division. 

A few hours after Professor Dumbledore and the Headmaster found my body aurors and healers were called to the castle to examine my body. Their investigations were inconclusive, they were stumped with what killed me. My heart apparently just stopped beating and that was that. No more investigations were made. 

My parents we're called in by the Headmaster. My mother demanded to see where I died, and when they entered the bathroom I had to hide in one of the stalls. But even then I had to hear their cries and sobs, as they lost their oldest child. I wanted so much to just come out and say 'I'm here, don't cry', but maybe seeing the spirit of their recently dead child wouldn't comfort them at all. I could have made it worse. So I hid, and when my brother and Dorea came to mourn me on my death place I hid yet again as the children cried in my memory. 

They weren't the only ones. Many people from all of the houses came by to leave me something or to say something. I had a little shrine in my name near the place where I body froze to death. I suppose I should feel honored, instead it only left me with a bitter taste in my mouth. 

Instead of crying they should be punishing that little son of a bitch. Instead he was still prancing about as if he owned the place. He even had the courage to come and leave a flower at my shrine! I wanted nothing more than to get out of hiding so that I could scratch his eyes out, the little brat.  But I had to bind my time, to plan the perfect revenge. He would suffer, I guarantee it. I was already dead, I had all the time in the world. 

 I was also apparently a mystery. The Spirit division came by a few days later, to examine the so called 'lively' ghost, as professor Dumbledore had put it. They were completely shocked, never had such a thing existed. I was unique to say the least. I had a bit of every kind of spirit. 

I could look solid, like a banshee. I could walk through walls like a ghost. I could force myself to be completely invisible like a phantom. I was an undefined spirit at the moment. 

When they couldn't find more about me, or my so called abilities, they called the unspeakables. Those little bastards put me through a thousand tests, to see why I became a sort of hybrid. In the end, even they couldn't figure it out. I was now put on the same level of mystery as the veil of death. 

They did find out one thing though. I seemed my spirit was still adapting to being dead and as such new powers and abilities could manifest themselves in the future. The little bastards had a bet going on to which my next ability would be. Some had bet on the banshee scream, others bet that I could get the ability to interact with the living plan and even one guy believed that I could force my spirit to use magic. 

The truth was they were all super annoying. Both, the spirit division and the unspeakables, wanted nothing more that to force me into a lab to be tested for the rest of eternity. Thank God that I had died at Hogwarts and as such I was under the protection of the Headmaster. While Headmaster Dippet was an idiot, he had already gotten enough bullshit with the death of a pureblood heiress in his school. If it came out that I turned into a weird ghost,shit would hit the fan way too quickly for his liking. 

Hogwarts was almost closed, but the attacks on the muggleborns stopped right after my death and as such Hogwarts would be open next years with no problems. At least my death resulted in something good. That little maniac was to afraid of not completing his education so he stopped attacking innocents left and right.

So now here I was, hunting a bathroom while planning revenge. 

There's a saying that goes 'Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves'.

Well thank the Gods I'm already dead and buried.