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Ghostlike

By Renee-Michelle

I couldn't believe it

Disclaimer: Not Mine.

Where was I?

It seemed quiet.

Colors and people flashed past my eyes and the floor seemed to be moving under my feet though I was fairly sure I was standing still.

And then suddenly it stopped.

I was standing in the Great Hall. People were crying, moaning in pain. I backed up when I saw Remus and Tonks lying there on the floor – amongst a row of people . . . all dead.

What had happened?

I remembered the explosion, the sudden pain, falling through the air but. . . .

Looking around, I saw my family and Hermione, all crowded on the floor table. George had his head kneeling, and everyone else seemed to be crying, even Percy who had his arm wrapped around Ron's shoulders. Mum was lying on the floor, sobbing while dad stroked her hair.

"Hey," I said, walking towards them. No one turned around. Harry walked away from them, right past me, but he didn't acknowledge me either. "Hey!"

Still nothing.

I waved my hand in front of Bill and Fleur's faces but they didn't move, didn't say anything. Fleur just continued to sob into Bill's shirt while his tears rained down on her head.

Frustrated I walked over to my dad, throwing my hands in the air. "Can someone please tell me what's –"

I looked down at the ground . . . my hands, slowly falling down to my sides.

I was staring down at myself.

My eyes were closed – I was pale – I was . . . .

"No," I said, taking a step back. They're had to be some kind of mistake! I couldn't be.

I kneeled next to my mom, trying to put my hands on her shoulders. . . . But my fingers passed straight through. I couldn't even feel the fabric of her dress. "Mum?" I said. My voice came out weird, high pitched and shaking, like a little kid's.

She didn't hear me, couldn't hear me. She pressed her face harder into my chest. "Not my little boy. . . ."

I looked to George, whose jaw was set, hard and angry as tears still continued pour down his face. I moved towards him, waving my hands in front of his face. "Come on, George. It's me! Your twin! You have to hear me if no one else will. Please!"

But it didn't work. He put one hand over his eyes, his shoulders shaking. Charlie moved to him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

I raised my hands to my head, getting back to my feet. I couldn't believe this! I couldn't be –

Dead.

I was dead.

"Mum, don't cry anymore," I said as she got up again. She wiped her eyes though the tears kept coming. "You still got six other kids to take care of. Please stop crying."

But they couldn't hear me.

The realization settled over me and backed away from my family. They couldn't hear or see me. . . . I wasn't apart of them anymore.

I wouldn't cry.

I wouldn't freak out.

Looking up I saw Nearly Headless Nick pass over me. "Nick! Nick, hey, Nick!"

But he floated on pass, looking down at the dead with a sad look but also as if he were searching, looking for someone who might not have passed on.

Well here I was! Why couldn't he see me?

"Someone look at me!" I yelled, angry. "Can't you hear me! I'm right here! Look at me! Listen to me! Anybody!"

I fell to my knees, tired and wanting to give up.

It's not enough that I died and I'm stuck here as a ghost but now no one can see or hear me. . . .

Why was I still here?

Where were any others?

WHY WAS I THE ONLY ONE STILL HERE?

"Anybody," I said again, my voice just barely a whisper. "Please. . . ."

I heard a footstep and I turned my head, looking surprised at a girl who was staring at me. Not through me . . . at me. She had dark skin and her neck length black hair drooped in her face. Wide brown eyes stared at me in shock. The emblem on her robes read Slytherin.

But at that moment, I really didn't care.

Getting to my feet, I reached out to her but she took a step back and ran out of the Great Hall. No one turned to watch her leave, as if that wasn't weird, as if she were invisible too. Was she like me?

I followed her. "Wait," I said. "Wait, please wait!"

But she had disappeared by the time I reached the Entrance Hall. There wasn't a trace of her. Where had she gone?

I turned around as someone walked right through me. Professor McGonagall.

This couldn't be happening.

Please, if this was a bad dream, just let me wake up.

I didn't want to be here. I'd always thought that I'd be one of those wizards who moved on, not stick around. If I had to die, let me go with Remus, Tonks, and Sirius, wherever they went. Don't leave me stuck here. Or at least give me someone to talk to!

I leaned back against a wall, sliding to the floor. It was no use.

I was dead.

I was invisible.

And there was nothing I could do about it.

I couldn't even tell my family that everything would be okay.

My twin.

At that thought, I lifted my hands to my face and for the first time since I was a kid I cried.

A/N: So what do you guys think? New story and all. Stay tuned for the next chapter.

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