Harry Potter Ghosts Novels & Stories

heather, heather i am a branch of aurora, my body is the vessel of the undead i am a secret that is left to be solved," Gao yu start muttering as the pupils in his eyes started to slowly disappear. What is wrong with him so many student said as they noticed the weird atmosphere that was rising more and more. Actually when professor Snapes started the incantation Gao yu felt himself drawn to a seperate world that he found increasingly familiar. Walking deeper into the world Gao yu who did not know that he was already reciting an incantation keep walking as so many memories of his childhood continued flashing by.

At the same time, he tugged Harvey’s sleeve when he whispered. “Call the cops, Harvey! It’ll be too late if you don’t…” Harvey completely ignored Simon, the angry crowd, and Amora, trying to cause trouble when he squinted at the girl. The Book of Changes had no problems. Normally speaking, the girl should have been awoken by then… While the wind was blowing in the room, Harvey suddenly realized something. The hospital was naturally haunted by ghosts. Those things would not just allow the girl to come back like that.

But your mother's about to die—I know you'll show up. Her words jolted me back to reality. I pressed a hand to my chest, where my heart ached with a dull, numbing pain. How I wished I could tell her myself. That I've been here all along. It's just that... I've been dead for four years.

They felt velvety and dewy as they pressed against my warm palm. We both froze for a moment. I quickly retracted my hand, while Cecily's eyes flitted about evasively. The tips of her ears turned pink. I was still flustered when Professor Kelley's voice rang out. "Hurry up and come inside."

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.

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.

Sebastian asked, looking puzzled when he saw that Lyanna had turned white with fear. "They're not a normal ghost," Lyanna said, looking terrified. Sebastian was startled. He frowned and said, "You've got to make yourself more clear." "In my memories, there's a kind of corpse-devouring ghost that eats internal organs. These corpse-devouring ghosts are ferocious, and only the strongest sorcerers can subdue them." Lyanna explained, frowning. Whitney turned as white as a sheet. She swallowed and looked nervously at Sebastian as she said, "Sebastian, w-what she's saying i-isn't true, i-is it?"