The Ghost (HP Fanfic), Chapter 2

For a length of time- Harry was dazed from the sudden posession -he just stood on the spot.  The soft chirping of the crickets and the slight breeze had suddenly stopped.  It seemed that the rhythmic sound of his breathing was the only thing that penetrated the odd aura of silence around him.  He had felt this way before a few times now.  There must have been something about him that appealed to the spirits.  And then, something unusual happened.  The buildings all around Harry began to fade away, as if they had lost all their structure and they were slowly crumbling into fine grains of dust, to be scattered around.  They began to get fainter and fainter until finally, they simply dissipated into the cool air.1

The only building that had not disappeared into the air was a small house about a half-mile away.  20 York Street was the address of the house.  He didn't know how he knew this fact; it just came to him all of a sudden.  There was something important about 20 York Street.  Harry had to complete an important task at the house.  Suddenly, something began to pull him toward the house.  It was an invisible force, like a hand, just pulling him toward it.  He couldn't control his movements; he was literally a puppet, being controlled by an invisible force beyond his control.  2

Harry had travelled about three blocks when he got turned into a small, winding, side street.  A green sign displayed the name of the street. Â York Street.  He walked a bit further until he reached the address of 20 York Street.  This was it!  Whatever the task he had received, he was about to find out. 3

20 York Street was a two-story brick house.  There was a small yard that had been carefully tended, with flowers blooming all around. Suddenly, Harry began to run straight at the dark red wooden door.  Was the spirit trying to kill him by ramming him into the door?  It sure seemed like it.  The next thing he knew, he was inside the house.  He must have penetrated the door somehow.  Inside, it was very dim. One or two lights were turned on, but that was all the light.4

"Lumos," Harry hissed to his wand.5

The tip of the wand began to glow, a small orb of light that didn't even begin to penetrated the blanket of darkness.  From what Harry could see, the person who lived here was relatively clean.  It was a typical-looking house, with contemporary decor.  Inside the dining room, a wooden table was covered with a mound of papers, books, and other such supplies.  Harry took a closer look at what was on the table.  There was a small stack of handsome old books with leather covers.  When he read the covers of the books, he recognized the authors.  They were witches and wizards.  So the person wasn't a muggle.  The person was a witch or a wizard. 6

He surreptitiously tiptoed out of the room and headed up the narrow staircase to the second floor.  However, instead of actually climbing the stairs, Harry simply floated up, as light as a feather.  The staircase ended at a small corridor with four doors.  He turned right and headed for the door on the far right.  He again penetrated the door as he did before.  7

Through the door was a small bedroom.  In the bed, there was a large man sleeping.  From what Harry could make out in the light, the man had dark, rumpled hair and a round face.  It appeared that he was having a bad dream.  He kept tossing and turning, and his blankets were rumpled.  His name was Michael Cole.  Another fact Harry had just received from an anonymous source.  Before Harry knew it, he drew out his wand and aimed it straight at the man in the bed.  Michael grunted and woke up.  Harry's instincts screamed at him to run away.  However, he stood on the spot and kept his wand pointed at Michael.  Michael opened his eyes and found himself staring straight at Harry.8

"What the-?  What's going on here?  I don't remember inviting you in here, young man!" he exclaimed.  He had an expression on his face that was a mixture of anger and confusion.   9

"Hold on there," he began.  "Your eyes...they're..."  He couldn't seem to finish his sentence.  Then, he got a hold of himself.  "Hold still, young man.  I can help you." he said in a quieter, nicer voice.  Harry realized that this man was going to help him.  However, he couldn't control himself.10

"AVADA KEVADRA!" bellowed Harry.11

A jet of green light shot out of his wand, straight at Michael.  The ray hit him squarely in the chest.  Michael groaned and collapsed to the ground. 12

What had Harry just done?13