Harry Potter Ghosts Novels & Stories

And now, when we met again, I was already bones in the ground—and she had become a powerful, influential billionaire. But Nicky was sick. And she needed me. So she came looking for me—the man she hated with every fiber of her being—and unleashed her vengeance on everyone I loved. But I was already dead. Suddenly, Adeline's cold voice cut through my thoughts, pulling me back. "If Samuel won't show himself, I'll just have to turn up the pressure." My stilled heart lurched. The next instant, Adeline gave the order. Her men swarmed my elderly father and hanged him alive—right there, in front of my grave.

I drifted along behind him, floating like a restless ghost all the way to the hospital, until I found myself in Alice's ward. There she was, lying on the hospital bed, her face pale and pitiful, as though she were the very picture of tragedy. But looking at her only brought a fresh wave of agony as I thought of my own child—a child fully formed, yet never given the chance to see this world. I glared at Alice and Grayson with a rage so fierce it burned through my spectral being. In that moment, I wished I could transform into a vengeful spirit and drag these two wretched souls to the grave to accompany my child.

As he dialed one of the witches number, someone walked into the room in a haste, slammed the door, and leaned against it. Harold looked up— and the phone slipped from his hand, clattering on the floor. His face drained of color turning pale. "Please… I beg you Richard, don't kill me." Richard narrowed his eyes. "Kill you? What are you talking about? Why would I want to kill you?" Harold shook his head violently, pressing himself against the chair. "You're dead Richard… you're a ghost." "You all should stop saying that, am not dead," Richard yelled, frustrated.

Willa’s eyes widen briefly, but her expression softens again. “Because I think that house might be haunted by Iris’ spirit,” I confess, grimly. She regards me quietly. Not reproachful. Thoughtful. “I’ve seen many things in this world, witches and their ancient covens. And I’ve heard that ghosts can sometimes find us, just as we find them. Maybe you’re right. Maybe Iris’ ghost found you… because you found her.” I nod absently, her words unsettling yet oddly comforting. The door slams open. Gerald storms inside, eyes wide, frantic. The moment his gaze locks on mine, my breath catches and my heart leaps.

“They can sense a non ghost, though. That’s why we must be careful. Even if they can’t see you, they can find you.” “And the others too.” I groaned. “And we have no idea where they are.” “We will find them, Zelda, don’t worry.” Penn assured me. “Gwenna, Agaras, may I ask...is this all there is in the afterlife? Is there a Twilight Nexus or Ravaged Hollow?” “Of course there is!” Gwenna exclaimed. “This is merely a bridge to those worlds. That’s why many ghosts move with urgency.” “Well you guys died decades ago why aren’t you already there?” I asked.

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands December 1st, 1892, 9 PM Susan was not a happy ghost. While she floated through walls in the direction of the Great Hall, she pondered on the happenings of the last night. Someone, somehow, managed to open uncle Salazar's secret chamber and released his beast. That the message the person left on the wall promised more victims beyond the poor petrified cat just contributed to aggravating her worry. And that a second year student still was the main suspect of the attack even after other ghosts confirmed his alibi, that he was indeed in Sir Robert' 500th deathday party, aggravated her worry even more.

Of her heart continued walking through its alarming frantic beating, she might discover herself suddenly dead from a heart attack. " My name is Zach and my memories are foggy, that is the only thing I can remember about myself. " the ghost replied " What are you doing here. " Maisie asked " I don't know. One minute I was seating in a food court the next I was here. " the ghost shrugged as he settled down back on the couch which he got up from when the owner of the house he was staying in shouted that he should show himself. She straightens as she continues her questioning. " what are you. "

I said. Just then, I walked in and nearly jumped at a skeleton hanging in the doorway. My hand flew to my chest. “Jesus,” I muttered. Everything in here looked terrifying. If I didn’t know ghosts weren’t real, I’d swear this place was haunted. “There’s this guy I found online who sells potions. To make this interesting, we’ll add them to the drinks,” Ray said, wandering deeper inside while I stayed frozen in place. “Let me check out the bathrooms,” he called out.

The others reluctantly moved in my direction, shamed into action. “Ah don’t like ghosts,” said Flossy. “How do you know?” I asked her. “You’ve never seen one.” “Ah have. On a school trip to Hatfield House. He had chains on his feet, and he walked through a wall.” “If he’s already chained up, what the fuck are you scared of?”