This is a fanfic I have about my OC, Marie. Marie becomes a ghost, because that's how things go sometimes. But just HOW did she become a ghost? That's what you're going to find out.
Hi. My name is Marie. Marie McKorn. You probably know me as the Hufflepuff ghost. Others call me the Girl Who Died Too Young. That gets a bit frustrating now and then. You’re probably wondering, ‘Well, Marie, how did you become a ghost?’ Well, I’ll tell you.
It was a regular old Hogsmeade weekend. I was up in my dorm getting ready for my date with my boyfriend, William Carson. Will and I were celebrating our two-year anniversary and I was the most excited person ever. My wavy light blonde hair was down my back, covering the lace back of my dress. It had a white lace top over a mint green bodice and skirt. I had only put a little bit of makeup on because I despise putting on so much makeup that it looks tacky.
I opened the door and walked out of my dorm and into my common room. I grabbed my favorite white leather jacket that complimented my outfit and smiled at myself in the mirror. I had a feeling it was going to be a great day. I did not know how wrong I was.
I walked through the halls, humming to myself and got to the second floor, fifth corridor. Then I heard shouting. I ran down the hallways to find two boys, a Gryffindor and a Slytherin, with their wands pointed at each other.
“Why don’t you shut up, you insufferable toerag,” the Gryffindor shouted.
“You do so, you bothersome numbskull,” the Slytherin roared. They also uttered more not-so-nice words that I am not going to repeat.
I rushed between then and screamed, “Stop!” They didn’t listen, or maybe they just didn’t have time to.
The Gryffindor shouted, “Stupefy!” and before I knew it, the Slytherin yelled, “Flipendo!”
I was thrown back and I felt something hit my head. I drifted into unconsciousness then I woke up.
I was still in the same place I had been when I was knocked out, yet there were people standing over me. Madam Pompfrey, the school nurse, Headmistress McGonagall, and my boyfriend, Will. I did a mental check on myself. All of my limbs? Check. All of my five senses? Check. I seemed to be fine except for the fact that I had a splitting headache.
I tried to stand up and realized that I could stand up. Quite easily, in fact. It was like I was floating. Then I looked down. Lo, and behold, I actually was floating.
I looked up and stared at Will. “I’m dead, aren’t I?”
Will looked at me, his eyes holding back tears. “Yeah.” I tried not to cry. Things were never going to be the same.
That's it! I hope you enjoyed! I am debating writing a sequel, so let me know what you think!