A/N: Okay, I have no idea what came over me with this one. Please, be kind.

Chapter 1: What the hell?

I never planned to kill myself. It just happened. I was staring at the grounds from the astronomy tower, and the next thing I knew I was headed toward the ground. I don't know what made me do it. I guess I just wondered what it would be like to die. It had always been one of life's greatest mysteries to me. But my death is not important. What is important is the fact that I woke up two weeks later, after they had already buried me.

From what I understand, they tried to give me a small funeral, with only a few people there, but the news of my death had already spread to the papers, and the ministry insisted on having a ridiculously large service, which about two thirds of the wizarding world attended. I was buried at Hogwarts, near the forest, where they had built a small marble tomb. It was an extremely uncomfortable situation to wake up in. It was cramped, and reeked of decay, though I suppose some of that might have been me. After all, two weeks is a rather long time to be dead. Needless to say, I was rather confused.

I slowly made my way to the small door at the front of the tomb. They had sealed it shut after placing me inside, so it was a bitch to get open. when I finally did, the light nearly blinded me. I blinked for a good ten minutes before I was able to make sense of anything I was seeing. I tried to take a deep breath, but instead I began to cough, expelling a great deal of dust from my lungs. I vaguely noted that I had not been breathing since I first woke. There was nobody around, so I had a moment to think before doing anything. Before I could decide anything, however, I was interrupted by, of all people, Severus Snape. He was walking toward the forest, and did not notice me at first. When he did see me, he thought I was a student at first.

"What are you doing out of class?" Noticing the Gryffindor robes I was buried in, he sneered. "Fifty points from Gryffindor, and detention with me tonight at seven."

I am still not sure how he managed to mistake me for a student as opposed to a two week old corpse.

"I don't think you can take points from a dead person." Where had that come from? I certainly did not mean to say that. Snape took a closer look at me, and recoiled suddenly in shock.

"Potter? But y-you're dead!"

"I just said that, Professor."

He was beyond shocked, that was obvious. In fact, he seemed quite unsteady, as though he were likely to pass out any minute. Finally, after much blinking and stuttering, he managed to ask me the question I had been wondering about since I woke up.


I smirked, amused at his apparent inability to form coherent sentences, and answered with a simple, "I have no idea."


Snape dragged me into the Headmaster's office, and practically threw me at Dumbledore's desk.

"I found this," He snarled angrily, "wandering around outside."

Dumbledore was stunned. "What is the meaning of this?"

His confusion scared me. I had assumed that Dumbledore would know what was going on. Maybe even have something to do with it. It seemed that there really was no apparent explanation for all of this.

"So," I said, breaking the silence. "I'm here. I don't know if I'm alive or not, but I'm here. What now?"