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The one and only Nate Taylor.
I think I have officially gone crazy.
That or I'm dreaming, but if this is a dream then I have one messed up imagination. But if it's a dream then I could wake up. I'll try pinching myself.
That hurt, which means I should be awake. But I certainly don’t feel awake. Great, I can't wake up. Okay, I'm not even sure I know what I am seeing. Or hearing. Or what I am even doing, for that matter. I'm not even sure if I know anything anymore.
Ah. People. Here come some people, maybe they can explain to me what is going on.
Nothing. They didn't say anything. They didn't even do anything. They acted like they didn't hear me. Wait! They are walking past me. Why are they walking past me? Can't they see me standing here? “Hello, I am standing here.” Right?
Holy cricket, someone talk to me. Please, someone tell me I'm not going crazy and that this is just some messed up dream that is in my head. I don't know where I am. I don't know what is going on. Well I take part of that back; I do know where I am. I'm at Hogwarts. At least, it looks like Hogwarts, with all the stone, and moving pictures. Plus the ghosts, you can't forget them. They are amazing, especially if you are a first year and have no idea where to go. They help you. I remember when I was in my first year, I couldn't find anything, but the ghosts helped me find my classrooms. It was very sweet of them. They are really nice. I have already decided that when I die, I am becoming a Ghost of Hogwarts, so I can help first years. Random, I know, but I am a very random being.
Anyway, will someone tell me what is going on?
What about you?
Wait, you don't know either. Well I guess I will have to find out what is going on, on my own.
Oh, who am I?
Sorry, I guess I didn't tell you that yet. Well, I believe now is as good as time as any for introductions. While we are waiting, or I am waiting to find out what is going on with me, I will inform you. I am Natasha Leigh Taylor and I am a seventh year Slytherin at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
But a little fun fact about me, don't call me Natasha. Call me Nate, and only Nate. I've been going by that nickname since I arrived at the school, which was my first year. Thank you very much.
Why? Well, to be honest I have no idea why they call me Nate, but they do and it sort of stuck with me over the years. I like and it suits me better.
But anyway, I still don't know why no one can see me. I'm not that hard to see. I'm a short red head, with blue eyes. Yes, a red head, one that is finally not a Weasley child. Hogwarts School apparently hasn't had one of those in a while. I guess the last one was Lily Evens, so says the Potter clan. There are by far too many of them. Well, there are more Weasley's than Potter's, but the whole clan is huge. Really, I've counted them. But for the recorded, I don't hang with any of them. Well, I take that back. I hang out with Lily Potter. This is only because she has latched herself to our group of Seventh year Slytherin’s. And she is more of an outcast among the Potter/Weasley Clan.
Oh, I bet you are wondering who my group of friends are. My friends, well it consist of three of us, - four if you include Lily. It started with Scorpius Malfoy and Lysander Scamander, and then I showed up, part way through our first year.
We were all friends.
And then Lily joined our group her first year when she was placed into the Slytherin House. I stood up for her, against the others, and since then she has been a part of our little group.
I'm getting off topic. Back to the story. I'm lost. No one can see me, but I can see everyone and hear everyone. Maybe I can try and find my friends. They are bound to be around somewhere. I guess I'll go to the Slytherin Common Room. Yup, that is a good place to start. Well, as good as place as any that I can think of.
So I glide. Really, I'm gliding, not walking. It's really freaking actually. I didn't know I could glide. WAIT! Don't ghost's glide or do they float. But if they float, isn't that like a bubble. And bubbles pop. So they would have to glide, or do they float? I'm going to say ghost's glide. But I can't be a ghost. I mean that would mean I am dead. I can't be dead. But if I was a ghost people would be able to see me, and no one can. So I can't be a ghost, but I glide. Wow. One big circle of questions with no answer's. Joy.
I don't know anymore. I believe I am now confusing myself. Or I am going crazy.
I believe I like that answer better.
So I am gliding to my common room. It's still weird. I feel weird and odd. Really you should try it. However, when I reach the entrance, I'm not sure I can enter. I mean, am I like a ghost and can go through the wall, or am I like something else and it will hurt. I stare at the entrance for a while. I figure if I stare long enough I will get an idea. But to my sad luck nothing has come to mind, so I'm going to try and be a ghost. Try, not sure how well this will be.
That did not work. So I'm not a ghost, I can't go through walls. Well that solved one problem, but now I have a major headache. What am I going to do now?
So I do the next best thing, I try and find Lily. She is the one who knows these messed up crazy tales. I am sure that she will be able to figure out what has happened to her best friend. She will know how to reverse this, whatever I am, and make me human again.
Now I have a strange desire to sing a Disney song from Beauty and The Beast, you know the one were the teapot, the clock, and the candlestick sing about being human again.
Anyway, if I was Lily where would I be? Well it is Sunday, and it is the last Sunday of the month, which means the Weasley/Potter clan has there once a month Quidditch game on the Quidditch Pitch. Why I was never really sure? But Lily explained to me once that Teddy was the one who randomly started the whole ordeal, and it has stuck ever since.
Off to the Quidditch Pitch then.
So here I am, at the Quidditch Pitch, watching the Potter/Weasley Clan battle each other out. If I do say so myself, it was quite amusing, considering they all were from different houses. Well three main houses, no one in the Potter/Weasley Clan was in Hufflepuff, which I wasn't surprised. Hufflepuff was weird. Yes I said weird. They didn't really socialize as much as Ravenclaw and Ravenclaw were all about studying. See my point, they are weird.
The only Hufflepuff that wasn’t weird and worth knowing was Cedric Diggory. It’s too bad that he had to die and all. Ah well.
Today it looked like it was sibling against sibling as captain. I could see that Al and Lily were battling it out against each other, yelling orders to each of their teams. Again, this is why I like to come and watch. However, I do play. I'm a beater, and bloody good for my team too. But they never let anyone that isn’t a family member play at the last Sunday of the month Quidditch match. Well, everyone expect Teddy, but everyone called him a Potter. Oh, and Lorcan, he was a part of the family, until Lysander.
I turn my attention to the captains, letting my gaze fall on Al. Albus was a good captain, I know I shouldn't be saying that since I'm in Slytherin, but it was the truth. He was a good captain. He took over the spot when James left. God, I hated that kid. He was annoying. He thought every girl liked him, and even came after me once, but I soon put him in his place. They don't call me Nate for nothing.
Anyway, I needed to get Lily's attention. I needed her help. Otherwise I was in trouble. Tons and tons of trouble that I wasn’t sure I was going to be getting out of.
"Lily!" I screamed. "I need your help! Get down here! NOW!"
I want her to see me.
I want her to see me.
I want her to see me.
They say wishing something three times, with your eyes closed helps. Well whoever said that was wrong. It doesn’t do a dang thing, but make you look like a fool. Which didn't matter to me any, I mean really why it would, no one can see me.
Nothing. I sat criss-crossed, with my arms back, as my gaze starred at the match going on. I don't know why I bothered. Lily was always intent on the game. Even when she played on our team, she was focused on the game. She was the seeker for the Slytherin Quidditch team.
So I focused on the match, watching as Roxanne hit the bludger towards Al, which didn't make sense to me because she was on the Gryffindor team with him in real life. I guess they weren't on the same side today. Oh well. I don't think she realized she hit it as hard as she did, but it was heading straight towards him, and he didn't know it was. Normally, I wouldn't have cared, but since I wanted a good game against Gryffindor. I yelled, besides it wasn't like he could see me.
"Albus, look out." It was impulsive. I swear. I don't like the Potter/Weasley clan, other than Lily. I don't consider her a part of the clan anymore, because well she spends more time with me then she does her own family.
I saw him look at me. Oh, bloody hell. He heard me. How can he hear me, but not Lily?
Life doesn't make sense.
He was staring right at me, and wasn't paying attention to the bludger coming for him. I could hear others screaming his name, but it didn't even register to him. He just continued to stare at me.
I think he thinks I'm not real. He seems so startled to see me. What the flip? Why in the name of all things good or evil - depending on which side you are on, personally I'm on the good side, but you never know do you? - is he starring at me like that? It's like he is happy to see me - why I haven't the foggiest. But he's also confused, about what he is seeing. I really don't blame him on that front. Hell, I'm not sure of what I am anymore. I mean, I'm this ghost like thing, that doesn't even know if I exist anymore. "Move you big oaf." I yelled louder, pointing to the bludger. This time he looks, which I'm grateful for, but he must be dim, because he just stares at it.
Too this, I hit myself in the head.
Honestly, how stupid can you be to sit there on a broom and stare at something that is going to hit, and make you fall off of your broom about a hundred feet?
Apparently, Albus Potter is very dim witted.
I mean really, do you think Albus Dumbledore would have stared at the bludger without moving to get out of the way?
No. He would have moved.
Well, I'm not even sure that Albus Dumbledore played Quidditch. Why would he? He was such a great wizard, why would he have had to play a sport. He was truly amazing. He is what more people should be like.
And the only other person who amounts to his greatness is Harry Potter. I know I am in Slytherin, but honestly, who doesn't like the fact that Harry Potter saved us from Voldemort. I mean he tops the card. Well, ranks in second to Albus Dumbledore, of course.
However, Mr. I-saved-the-world has one stupid, dim witted son.
I guess I should make sure he is okay, I mean I am the reason he didn't move once he saw the bloody bludger. I mean really, who wouldn't move?
I glide very slowly over to where his family is surrounding him. His family and Lorcan. Lorcan is rather strange, but he is the best mate of Rose, so I guess I can't complain. Not that I would, because I don't like them. Oh, maybe I can take this as a chance to talk to Lily. I watch as Lorcan and Fred pick him up, putting his arms around their shoulders, before heading for the hospital wing.
Bloody hell, that had to hurt. I can see the blood running down his face, and I am not even sure if he knows what is going on. I wouldn't if I had just fallen. So I follow. I mean it's not like I have anything better to do. Other than figure, why the bloody hell I am this way?
I’m a ghost in a dreamlike state.
"Lily?" I whispered, but she doesn't even register that I am there. I glide to stand beside her. “Come on, Lily. It’s me, your best mate. You know, Nate Taylor. I saved you your first year here?” Nothing it doesn’t even seem to register to her. She just continues to follow her cousin to the Hospital Wing, with her brother slung over his arm.
So I just continue to follow them, until we reach the Hospital Wing. Honestly, what choice do I have?
“What happened?” I jumped. I’m not sure if it was possible for me to jump, but I did. I turned to see the matron, her motherly instincts coming into play. I watched as she motioned for Fred and Lorcan lay him on a bed and explain to her what was going on. I don't know what I am going to do. I guess I'll have to wait till Albus woke up and talk to him and see if he understand this any better than I do. I sit on the bed next to him, watching as she cleans up the blood, after sending everyone away.
Why does it have to be Albus bloody Potter that can see me? We were complete rivals since the first day that I arrived at Hogwarts. And now all of the sudden he can see me.
Maybe it was a fluke. Yes that has to be the answer. He can’t really see me. It’s just a fluke, once in a lifetime thing.
"How is she, Scorpius?" I whipped my head around, hearing the sound of one of my best mate’s voice ring throughout the silent wing. I look at Lily, her red hair shining in the light. I seriously thought she had left, but I guess she didn’t. She was staring at Scorpius, her eyes showing nothing. This wasn’t odd for her, she hated showing how she felt, and usually only told me how she truly felt about something.
I looked at Scorpius next, but his eyes didn’t show anything. However, unlike Lily, he was the one that his eyes would betray how he felt about everything. But now that seemed like a distant memory. What was going on?
“She isn’t any better.”
“Did she wake up at all?”
I looked back and forth from the two of them, before following their gazes to the person lying on the bed before me.
I couldn’t breathe.
I came face to face, with myself.
I couldn’t tell it was me at first. The person before me looks horrible, but somehow I knew that she was me.
I stood at the end of the bed, my gaze staring down at myself, my body.
I looked horrible.
I looked dead.
What had happened to me? What have I become? What is wrong with me? What is going on? Why am I laying in a bed in the hospital wing?
I didn’t know. I didn’t understand. But I knew one thing for sure.
None of that could have done this to me. Some creature that was what had to have happen. Maybe. I wasn’t sure. I knew that it was growing harder to look at myself. I wanted to look away from my body, from my mangled body, but I couldn’t.
I just continued to stare at the scars, three very blood red scars, which lay across my face; they didn’t seem to want to vanish. It scared me, because I had never seen anything, so horrid. It made me not want to look at myself ever again. I feared myself. I didn’t know what I was. And I didn’t know what was happening to me.
What happened to me?
Was I dying? Was this what it felt like to die?
If it was, I wanted no part of it.
I don’t want to watch from the sidelines anymore. I don’t want to watch my friend sit with me, looking at a body that was supposed to be mine, but now it just looked like a mangled mess.
I don’t want this. I was crying. I could feel the tears coming down. I was glad for once to be invisible to everyone. I was glad, to watch Scorpius and Lily walk away without them seeing me crying over my mangled body. I was sad that they had to see me like this; that they had to see me hurt and distraught.
“Why? What the bloody hell happened to me?” I shouted, to no one. It wasn’t fair. None of this was fair. I shouldn’t be here. I should be with Lily, Scorpius, and Lysander, having fun in the Slytherin Common Room, where I belong. I belong there, not here.
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