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By: Dobby101
Chapter Graphic: PropMaster
Beta Read By: PhoenixStorm and Jessi_Rose
Title: My Real Life Story
Rating/Warnings: 12+ (mild violence)
For the Staff: much to say, so little space.

To all of you: Kudos to everybody! You have created an excellent
site that has helped me expand my learning abilities and have fun
with the HPFF family at the same time. I never thought I could have
become the decent writer I am today. There has never been a
time here that I ever thought of giving up on everything. I really
appreciate everything you have done for everybody, and that's why
this story is here. THANKS TO ALL THE STAFFERS AND JAY! You have
made my time here worthwhile! And I hope you enjoy the story!
**huggles all staff**


Darkness becoming more pronounced and closeness drawing in are the signs of getting nearer to the dungeons – the place I am heading right now. And as I float I think about my seemingly boring life.

I watch my students of 1996 walk out of the classroom everyday with extreme pride in them. They may not know it, but everything I say and do in that classroom is going to benefit them greatly someday. Especially the ones who can actually stay awake. Well, mostly the ones that stay awake will benefit more. How, I ask myself, will they benefit from sitting in a stifling classroom, listening to a ghost such as myself drone on and on about some goblin war? I answer this question daily, and the answer is simple enough. By learning about the terrible things that happened in the past, they can prevent them from occurring in the future.

Today is my fifty-third Death Day party and it’s being celebrated down here, where nobody can hear our commotion. I don’t like my Death Day parties at all. The only reason other ghosts ever come is to catch up with old friends who are still walking among the living, like me. Only twice has anybody ever remembered to bring me a present, and that was fifty-one years ago. I know they all think that I’m just a boring old History teacher, like the ones they had back in Muggle primary school, if they can remember that long ago. They think all I did when I was alive was teach, and that I only came back after dying of old age to continue teaching students. Well, none of that last sentence is true. Not even the part about dying of old age. Now that I have a few hours to go of this blasted party, I think I’ll just sit down and tell you about my interesting and fulfilling life…


It was in November of 1942 and I was walking down one of the staircases, heading to my classroom to get something very important. Among the staff, I was probably the least respected because I had the smallest classroom – except Divination of course – and the most boring subject, but I guess that was actually my fault. I could’ve told Dippet I didn’t want it, but the day he asked me, it was more like he was pleading than asking. I should’ve asked him for the job as Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, which he also had a problem filling, but he already said there was somebody else in mind for that position. So, I got the job of teaching History of Magic, the class with nothing to teach except boring old goblin wars and other things of the past. Since then, my objective of my class has changed. I now respect it fully.

Now that I was in the room I wanted to be in, I hurriedly began searching for something. I turned books over, had my papers scattered across the floor, and my desk drawers ripped out of their safe dwellings before I actually found what I was looking for. I gripped what would be the most important valuable in winning the war with Grindelwald in my overgrown hands, but I wasn’t about to go out and defeat him myself. No, I couldn’t accomplish such a battle. I was taking this to the Transfiguration teacher, the greatest man in Hogwarts, who had already discovered eight uses of dragon blood. He could defeat Grindelwald. If he couldn’t, no one could.

As I hurried back out of my room, I checked my watch. The staff meeting would begin in less than ten minutes. I had to give this thing to Dumbledore before somebody else was around to watch, but it wasn’t going to be easy to get through the massive crowd of students who were just leaving the Great Hall from dinner. I was all the way down on the first floor and the staff room was on the fifth. Sometimes I just wished I could Apparate, but, alas, there wasn‘t enough room to do the three D‘s. I tried to get through the massive flood of students like a guppy fish trying to swim through a massive school of palominos. It just wasn’t possible without bumping into at least one of them. And that’s just what happened when I was at the top of the first set of stairs. I crashed into a seventh-year who looked like the very stern Head Girl, Minerva McGonagall, but I wasn’t positive since I was in such a hurry. I just mumbled a quick “sorry” and hurried back up the stairs towards my destination.

My luck wasn’t with me that day at all – as soon as I got up to the same floor the staff room was on, I ran into none other than the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Lautter, the one person on staff I didn’t get along with. I tried to stare directly past him as I ran towards the staff room door, but he just had to know why I was in such a hurry, so he stuck out his foot and I fell directly onto the floor with a loud thud.

He stuck out his hand as if to help me up, but pulled it back at the last moment to scratch his disgusting beard just as I was about to grab it, resulting in me falling back onto the cold ground. What a childish thing to do, especially by a teacher! So I ended up picking myself up off the floor without his help.

Wiping my robes off, I looked down at him as he was about two feet shorter than I was. He looked back up smugly and opened his mouth to speak, but I beat him to it.

“If you don’t mind, I was hoping to have some time alone with Professor Dumbledore before the meeting, but thanks to you, I no longer can. So, now I‘m just going to sit in the staff room and wait for the rest of the faculty to join me,” I said, and walked swiftly away.

To my own surprise, he didn’t follow me, but I didn’t look back to see what could’ve been so interesting to pull his attention away from my somewhat rude remark. Instead, I opened the door to the staff room and closed it tightly shut behind me. The other teachers looked at me only briefly before turning back around and continuing their off topic conversations before the real meeting started. Expecting that kind of attention, I casually took my seat next to Professor Sinistra and stared blankly off across the table where Dumbledore sat talking kindly to the new Muggle Studies teacher.

Just as I was about to open my mouth and request to see Dumbledore alone after the meeting, the staff room door opened again and Lautter came in, eyeing me suspiciously, followed by the Headmaster, Armando Dippet. They both sat down at the head of the table. While Dippet got his notes in order, Lautter gave me a look that said I know you’re up to something. Thoughts started spinning in my head at once. Could he know about the secret I wanted to tell Dumbledore? Had he found out about object I needed to show Dumbledore?

But before I could delve deeper into these topics, Armando started his meeting, talking about the consistency of students leaving Hogwarts during the school day through apparition, and wanting to do something about it. As the other teachers gave their input on the subject, I leaned back in my chair and carefully watched Lautter’s moves and listened closely to everything he had to say, trying to figure out what he knew about me that made him act so suspiciously.

Yet, no such motive came from my co-worker, and by the end of the meeting, he was back to his regular, over-ruling self. That is, until he whispered something in Dippet’s ear as everybody else left the room, and they stayed back together to talk about something. I tried to slow down my actions as I gathered myself to leave the room, but they shooed me out and slammed the door behind me.

Outside, I turned back around and stuck an ear to the door to listen, but no sound was coming through. Either they were whispering so quietly that I couldn’t hear them, or Lautter had cast a Silencing Charm over the room. Either way, I had no way of figuring out what they were talking about.

“Why don’t you just open up the door?” A wise voice said from behind me, causing me to knock my head on the wall next to me.

“Professor Dumbledore!” I exclaimed like a small first-year, still scared to be in this powerful man’s presence.

“If you can’t open the door, I can help, you know,” Dumbledore said. “I know a couple of spells that could unlock that in a second.”

“No, no I don’t need help in opening the door,” I explained. “I’m just trying to hear what’s going on inside, but blasted Lautter put a charm on the room.”

“Ah, so I wasn’t the only one who saw Professor Lautter politely ask Headmaster Dippet to stay behind after our meeting. I thought he just wanted to show him something so I came back for my quill.”

A sudden light popped on in my head, reminding me of the unique something I had to show Dumbledore. I reached into my pocket, but only felt the soft fabric inside. Frantically, I checked the other side, but only felt the same thing. I looked back up at Dumbledore with fear in my eyes. I had lost the secret to winning the war.

“What has happened my friend? Did you lose your quill, too? I probably have another in there,” Dumbledore asked.

“Albus, you have to listen to me,” I said desperately, knowing I now had his full attention. “The thing I lost is way more important than a stupid quill. I lost the most important thing in winning the war with Grindelwald.”

“Oh my, where did you last see it? What is it? Can I help find it?”

“It’s just a small piece of parchment with one single paragraph on it. Please, you have to help me find it,” I pleaded.

Dumbledore didn’t need asking twice. He asked where I had last had it, and I gave him the approximate place. As soon as I was done speaking, he turned and went off to my classroom, the spot I was sure I had had it. But I, instead, went back down the stairs, towards the Great Hall, thinking I had dropped it when I had run into Minerva. Little did I know that I was dead wrong.

As soon as I got to the Entrance Hall, I knew I had come to the wrong place. From where I stood on the steps, I could see out to every corner of the room, and everything was clear. Nothing was in this room except for me, or I would have known it. So, I turned back up the stairs and headed to my classroom, thinking that was the only other place I would have left it.

But as soon as I reached my classroom, Dumbledore was closing the door behind him, coming towards me. His hands were out with nothing in them, so I knew he hadn’t found it. I sighed dramatically and continued to walk fast-paced towards him.

“Nothing,” he declared.

“Thanks for looking anyway, Albus,” I said. “I’ll search by myself for now. You can go back to your classroom.”

“Are you sure? I could still-”

“No no, go on ahead,” I said, depressed. “I’ll locate it myself.”

He didn’t ask again. Instead, he bid me goodnight and went back up to the Transfiguration classroom. As soon as I saw his robe disappear behind the corner, I turned around and headed back up to the staff room, sure that was the only other place I could’ve left it.

When I reached the room, I tore apart everything. The chairs were turned over, papers forgotten after the meeting were out of their neat piles, and the books from the shelf were strewn over the floor. I had looked everywhere and there was no hint, sign, or clue as to where the parchment was.

I fell back into the only standing chair, defeated. The writing on the parchment was so complicated that I hadn’t been able to understand it, let alone repeat it out loud. Any chance at winning the war was now lost. All because of my lousy memory.

All of a sudden, the door behind me opened and closed with a slam and I heard it lock ominously. Footsteps came from behind me, and I saw a small figure in the shadows stepping out of the shadows and in front of me. It was only then that I realized who it was. Professor Lautter was about to interrogate me.

“Silencio!” Lautter shot a blue light out of his wand and I opened my mouth to scream, but nothing emerged. I was now trapped, and unable to yell for help if needed.

“I know what you planned to do,” Lautter accused. “I found this piece of parchment on the ground with words I was not able to decipher on it. I only found the words’ definitions by asking Armando Dippet, who, by the way, is out hurrying around to turn you into the ministry.”

I tried to get out of my chair, but I was permanently set. I couldn’t move at all, not even to reach for my wand.

“You were trying to kill Grindelwald! I can’t have that happen, now can I? Now that one of his most loyal followers has finally gotten into this school we have the perfect connection to win. Taking over the school should be easy, without you here to ruin it. So I have been given permission by Grindelwald himself to hereby execute your existence tonight. At this very moment.” Before I could do anything, a bright green light was coming my way, and I fell limp in my chair. Darkness blurred my vision, and thoughts of the past hundred years flashed as though in a slideshow before my eyes: getting my Hogwarts letter, graduating, becoming a school teacher, and now this. The life was being taken out of me.

I wasn’t ready for what came next. I was in front of two beautiful oak doors outlined in gold with diamonds glimmering along them - one had a bright white light streaming through the cracks and the other just seemed like an ordinary door leading to an ordinary place. Above the doors was an hourglass that looked like it had just turned over, dropping its sand one by one, limiting time slowly down to none.

I knew where I was, and what I was supposed to do. I weighed the two options in front of me: I could return to the wizarding world as a ghost and give Dumbledore the information he needed to win, but have to stay there forever or I could go through the more appealing door and go up to heaven, meet with old friends, and have a nice afterlife. It was a terrible decision to make and I wasn’t ready for it. Each had its pros and cons and they evened out, but I had only a quarter of the hour glass left to decide which path I was going to take. I didn’t know what would happen if I didn’t make my decision in time, but I didn’t want to stick around to find out, so I took a deep breath and opened the ordinary door, stepping through apprehensively.

The feeling of transforming into a ghost was like no other I had ever felt before. A frosty trickle was going through my body from the head down, removing my bones, and making my body almost erase completely, but a faint outline was still visible to the human eye.

As abruptly as it started, the morphing stopped. I was now a permanent ghost for the rest of the time in the world. But I couldn’t think about it too long: I had a job to do.


The rest of the story is simple – as you may have guessed from reading various Wizarding history books. I eventually found Dumbledore and the parchment, which Lautter had hidden in his top desk drawer. As soon as it was found, we had a meeting with Dippet, but he refused to cooperate only until the Ministry was involved, and Lautter was taken to Azkaban for a life‘s sentence. I got the History of Magic position for the rest of everybody’s life, and the story was put out that I fell asleep in the Staff Room and just got up as a ghost.

Since then, many things have changed. Grindelwald is gone, Minerva, the student I ran into so many years ago, is now the Transfiguration teacher and Headmistress, and Dumbledore died only a few months ago.

Yet, I am still here, sitting at my Death Day party, hoping it will be over soon, but knowing I would have another one in a year’s time.

But a year’s time isn’t so long for somebody who lives with death forever.

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