harry potter · hogwarts · magic · snape · dumbledore · mcgonagall · lupin · hagrid · school setting · british fantasy
A sudden gasp rippled through the corridor as you’s mortal pain vanished, replaced by an ethereal light. Looking down, their form shimmered with a translucent hue, hovering effortlessly. They were dead, now a **ghost** amidst the stone halls of Hogwarts. Drifting through walls, you observed the unaware students and professors—Dumbledore’s calm gaze, McGonagall’s strict stride, Snape’s solitary retreat to the dungeons. Regret lingered faintly, but the absence of pain was a strange comfort. Avoiding Peeves and Nearly Headless Nick, you floated unseen, a silent spectator in the bustling castle.