PROLOGUE TO GHOST !
WARNINGS: mentions of death
PAIRING: eventual fred weasley x oc
SUMMARY: in which fred weasley falls in love with a ghost and she falls right back
THE EVENING OF JUNE 13, 1943 BROUGHT A HUMID MASK OVER HOGWARTS School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the school year was coming to a close, hence the summer weather. A period of time where students were rushing to meet deadlines, prepare for finals, and, most importantly, figure out how to stay in touch with their friends, for Harper White and Myrtle Warren this wouldn’t be difficult. Every since second year they had a summer routine, first month of summer was spent at Harper’s house, second month at Myrtles. No year was different. Always the same thing and they were content with that, having a routine meant no surprises, no opportunity for something to go wrong.
The day happened to be a Sunday, which meant the students got a break from their tiresome classes. Harper and Myrtle decided they would pass the time by wandering around the corridors, gossiping about their peers.
This went on for hours, gossiping back in forth about anyone that came to mind. They usually did something productive but the end of the school year was so close that work just seemed too tiring. It was now six o’ clock so, the two decided it was time to head down to the Great Hall.
They started their journey across the school, still gossiping. It was on the second floor that they were stopped by Myrtles bully, Olive Hornby. Olive constantly picking on Myrtle, occasionally taking a jab at Harper but, her main focus was Myrtle. Maybe it was how easy it was, Myrtle was never the type to stand up for herself, or maybe it was because of insecurity. To Harper, Myrtle was one of the most beautiful people shes met and her personality made her a thousand times prettier.
This time the insult was focused on Myrtles glasses, “You look like a fish with those eyes,” Olive spat at Myrtle. Harper was just about to say something in return but stopped when she saw Myrtle dash into the closest lavatory.
Rushing into the lavatory she saw that Myrtle had gone into the very last stall, with long strides Harper rushed to the stall. Lightly knocking on the door she said, “Myrtle, please open the door. Olive is just a bully, you shouldn’t listen to her.”
Surprisingly Myrtle opened the door, she had lines of tears down her face. The sight of Myrtle like this made Harpers heartbreak, she rushed to Myrtles side, saying anything and everything to help Myrtles confidence. This was a constant routine, Myrtle would get bullied and Harper would be there to help her. Sometimes Harper wished that Myrtle could stand up for herself; it was sad to see her get beaten down day after day.
A few minutes of comforting went by when, out of nowhere, Harper and Myrtle heard someone enter the lavatory. At first, the two thought nothing of it, assuming that it was another girl just going about her business. The person started to talk in a weird language, it was nothing like the girls have ever heard, it wasn’t just the weird language that threw the girls off it was that the voice belonged to a male.
Seeing as it was the girls lavatory Harper exited the stall she was in to tell the man to leave. When she stepped out and turned to face the man she saw a huge, scally, dark-green body, Harper craned her neck to meet the eyes of this creature. The last thing she saw where massive, burning, yellow eyes, after looking at these eyes her body immediately went cold, all life that was in her body disappeared in a second. Harper White’s body fell to the floor, the bubbly girl that once was there, now gone.
The loud thud caused Myrtle to jump from her resting position on the toilet and rush to Harpers side. Not sparing a glance at the man or the creature she kneeled beside her only friend. Trying to wake her up but failing horribly Myrtle turned to the boy for help. Upon looking at him Myrtle realized that he was Tom Riddle, a boy just the year above her.
“Tom? Please, you have to help,” she pleaded.
She was foolish to think that he would help, foolish to think that Tom Riddle would help her, Myrtle Warren. She then noticed that there was something next to him, she too made the mistake that killed her best friend seconds earlier. She looked at the creature in the eye, within a second she dropped dead on the floor and there they were, two best friends dead on the floor. Two best friends that made the mistake of looking the monster in the eye. Two best friends that were just comforting each other.
White. The only color that filled the vision of Harper White. Replaying what happened to her just minutes before over and over again in her head, a sense of dread consumed the girl whole. She wondered what had happened to Myrtle, she hoped that, by some chance, her best friend was still just sitting in the stall oblivious as to what had just happened. But, Harper knew better than that, she knew that at the sight of her dropping her friend rushed to her side and got killed as well.
Harpers eyes had just started to adjust to the bright light, the large room she was in started to form. She sat up from her lying position on the ground and looked around. The room was familiar, it was her family library back at her house in Oxford, the ceiling was high, it reminded Harper a lot of the great hall. The very top had mural of the night sky, at a young age Harper use to lay down underneath it and just stare for hours upon hours.
The room was quite different, there was almost no color, everything was a glossy white, couches, books, shelves, rugs, everything. Harper didn’t quite understand why she was here, she knew that she died but she wanted to go back. She wanted to continue studying at Hogwarts, it’s all that she wanted. She didn’t ask to be brought here, she didn’t ask to die, she didn’t even know how she died.
Suddenly, she heard movement to the right of her, her head snapped into that direction seeing a man. Not just any man, her father. Her father was the person she looked up to most in life, she was devastated when he died two years ago. Again, she found herself confused as to why he was here, she found herself being confused a lot.
“Father? What are you doing here?” She questioned.
“It seems your time has come, it’s sad to see that you’ve gone so soon.”
“There is a time after a witch or wizard dies in which they must decide if they want to roam the place they died as a ghost, or if they want to live where everyone else goes. It is the time for you to make this decision.” Her father explained.
There was no possible way the Harper could make this decision, of course she wanted to be back with her father, but she knew that Myrtle would have chosen to stay at Hogwarts. Harper knew that her dad should mean more to her than her friend should but, Myrtle would not survive by herself. Plus is her dad already spent this much time he could last longer.
It was then that Harper knew what she had to do, “I wish to go back to Hogwarts.”
Then, without a word, her father nodded, turned around and disappeared. It was then that Harper became light-headed, so light-headed that she passed out.
Awaking with quick jolt she looked down and saw her body, instead of being met with hard flesh and bones she now had a sheer air like body, she was cold, almost freezing. Her skin, instead of an olive tone was now pale, almost too pale.
Looking around the lavatory she spotted Myrtle, in the same state she was, sheer and pale. “Myrtle!” Harper floated to her best friend, the feeling was weird but almost normal.
“Harper! What the hell happened?!” Myrtle frantically looked around the lavatory searching for Tom Riddle and that horrendous creature that was situated next to him but, they were nowhere in sight. She almost thought it could have been a dream except her body told her otherwise.