The Chamber of Desire [ Tomarry

Past Ghosts

Harry's body stilled and breathing shallowed as he watched his tormentor in Hogwarts with his two henchman— Xavier and Talon— saunter down the hall and near the scene of the crime.

In the back of his mind, Harry knew it was unnecessary of him to fear them. He was a nineteen year old, and they were three twelve year olds. And to top it off, Harry was invisible with his soulmate/ Dark Lord Voldemort. But Harry had been telling himself for the past six months that he would never see these three devils again. That was how he coped.

Blindly, Harry grasped for Tom's hand, who held on tightly as well. Harry hadn't told Tom about these three Ravenclaws yet, because he had thought he would never see them again.

This reminded him too much of the times when he hid from them last year. They used to make fun of him, beat him up, humiliate him, belittle him. His seven friends were his only friends because of them.

Harry suddenly felt a wave of anger overcome him. They were no worse than Lockhart, except that they didn't like him like that. Harry realized that they are just a bunch of immature little brats who had no idea what it felt like not to feel loved.

Instead of being grateful, they became selfish assholes. The thought turned Harry's stomach. They should at least be grateful, if anything.

As they came closer, Harry realized that they were laughing at something.

"Mate, did you see that?" Brian yelled, laughing loudly with his other two delinquents. "The look on her face! Of course I don't want to go to her stupid Death Day party!"

The other two snorted loudly, while Harry thought hard. Death Day party? Harry had once read up on ghosts, and learned that they usually celebrate the day they died other than their birthday. Is that what Brian meant? But if so, then who were the talking about? 'The Gray Lady!' Harry thought, looking at them with fury.

The Gray Lady was actually very nice to Harry. She frequently helped him with homework and helped Hermione with ways to shorten her essays, and even talked to them. She was a good conversationalist. 'How could they do that to someone so sweet?' Harry asked himself.

"Yeah, mate— what is that?" Xavier shrieked, pointing at the petrified cat.

Brian visibly rolled his eyes. "The wall, you idiotic— is that Mrs. Norris?"

Harry's eyes widened. It was Mrs. Norris, the caretaker Filch's cat. If he ever found out, he'd be devastated and pissed off at the same time.

"Students out of bed!" Harry heard someone shriek from the other end of the hall. When he turned around, he saw the Devil himself— Filch. "Students out of..." he stopped short. "Is that my cat?" He hissed out.

The trio began to visibly sweat. "Y-yes, but I swear we—" Talon started to sign.

"You murdered my cat?" Filch asked, sounding calm but moving forward with a twitch in his eye.

"No, we—"

"You murdered my cat?" He asked savagely, getting up close and personal with Brian. "You'll be expelled! I'll have your head for this! I'll kill ya! I'll—"

"What is the meaning of this?" A new voice asked, before gasping at the sight before him.

Harry turned around. It was Dumbledore.