Disclaimer: I wrote all about Harry Potter. Oops, wait...wrong person. I own my characters and Jo Rowling owns hers.

Autor's note: Dedicated to my first three readers You know who you are. And also to Cassie Malfoy, because I know she would have been the first if she had been here to read it.

CHAPTER TWO: The Missing Found? Not quite...

The train arrived at Hogwarts, as usual. I got on a carriage, as usual. I sat down at the Hogwarts feast, as usual. It was on the way to the common room that was different. Normally I just float to a random common room, last year I went to Ravenclaw, my first year I went to the Gryff's, so this year I would try Slytherins, and just go through people. I had gotten used to it. By float, I meant walked, I couldn't float like a ghost, even though I could walk through walls. This time though something happened.

I collided with something. I did not go through it. I ran into it, and fell over. It was a person I ran into, and the person fell back. We both blinked stunned. He looked around, he looked at me. Correction, he looked through me. No one ever looked at me. But, no one ever felt me either. And he just rammed into me..."Hello?" we said at the same time, him more loudly, trying to find the fiend who bumped him, me seeing if he could hear me.

He blinked, not hearing me, and he stood up. I walked over and poked him. Yes, I was being childish, but I had my reasons. He jumped, "Peeves! Peeves you git, stop fooling around, show yourself!"

Despite his strong voice, I could see his shaking hand. He was scared. I was happy. I was happy because he had felt me! He felt me! I did this odd little dance in the hall way, and I was sure that if anyone was able to see me, they would think I had lost my marbles, and hey, maybe I had. I laughed, loudly. I was loud, for the first time in a long time. Why? Because he had felt me! He acknowledged my existence! I cocked his head when I laughed, but I didn't stop.

"That.." he began shakily, "that isn't Peeves voice.."

I jumped, and stopped laughing. He had heard me too? "Y..y..y..ou c..c..can hear me?" I stuttered, shocked. He could feel me, he could hear me, but he couldn't see me?

Scorpius stood more firmly, "Who are you, ghost? Are you a friend of Peeves? Show yourself."

I crossed my arms and glared at him (Yeah, because that sooo helped me), I stepped quietly so I was now right in front of him, "You, are the git. I am standing right in front of you. I am, I say it again, am NOT, a ghost. I can't show myself, if I could I would be happy to oblige."

He lept backwards, shocked that I had sounded so close, and so angry. "Well what in the bloody heck are you?" Scorpius yelled.

"I am not a 'what'. I and a human being, and there is no need to be such a potty mouth..." I went on to mutter under my breath, "Great, the first person to acknowledge me, thinks I'm a 'what'."

His voice lowered, "Where are you? Why can't I see you?" His eyes roamed around the corridor, trying to spot me.

Flopping on the stone ground with a, thud, I sighed, my anger subsided and tears sprang to my eyes. "I don't know..." I whispered loudly enough for him to hear me. "I just don't know. You are the first person to feel or hear me for the past two years, and everyone thinks I'm missing, my brother blames himself," I choked, and now I started to sob, my shoulders shook, rasping breaths escaped my unseeable mouth, and lonely tears rolled down my invisible cheeks.

Scorpius looked like he had been stunned. Who could blame him? He just bumped into someone he could see, and was listening to some random girls tears, and he could even see where she was. And yes, I understand that it is impossible to listen to a tear.

His faced changed then, like things finally made a connection, "You're Bethany, Bethany Stone. William's little sister, the one who wen missing.."

I nodded, realized that it was lost on him, and instead whispered as I wiped away my tears, "Yes."

It was a small word, but it was that word that summed up my entire situation. I was missing, in a sense. No one could see me, no one could here me, no one could feel me. I was missing to the rest of the world. Until the day Scorpius Malfoy and I rammed into each other as I floated down the halls, marking my second anniversary of this curse.

:: AUTHOR'S NOTE, as much as it pains me to write this, it must be done. Poor, poor, Bethany Stone. Plus it is a rather humorous part..::

We were inturuppted by, of all the people in Hogwarts, William Stone.

William was a prefect. He received his badge in his fifth year letter. So him finding Scorpius out with a girl (meaning me, of course) when they should be in common room, was bad. But is it worse for him to find Scorpius there alone? Well, it was for me.

"Scorpius? Why are you still out here?" William asked him, using that annoying 'prefect' voice of his, where he pretended that he cared about the rules...but I still remembered receiving that toilet year, his first year, when I was seven. Where he got the inspiration for THAT one, I'm not sure.

"Erm..there's a girl...and.." Scorpius trailed off, not knowing how to word this. So I decided to make it easier.

I stood over, walker over to William and said, "William? William Steven Stone, I am right here..."

He didn't even flinch. I reached out, and tried to touch his cheek, instead I just went through him.

"You were out here with a girl?" William's eye brows knitted together, I sighed and walked away from my brother, I stood silently next to Scorpius. "Aren't you a little young to be out here, alone, with a girl?"

Scorpius's jaw dropped, "You think I...gosh no! I ran into a girl and I was, helping..her," he finished weakly.

I scoffed, "If 'helping' is the word you want to use."

"Oh, shut up," he snapped at me.

"Scorpius, I haven't said anything," William responded testily, "now get to your common room, I wouldn't want to have to report you to Professor Slughorn."

Scorpius nodded, visibly annoyed, but subdued. William turned to leave but Scorpius burst with another question, "So William, you honestly haven't heard anything other then...me and you?"

"Nothing but the castle creaking," William answered, oblivious to the meaning of the question, "now get to bed."

Scorpius nodded, wordlessly, and started walking to his common room. I followed him, silently.

Once in the common room, he stopped and turned, facing the air a foot from my face. "Over here," I said.

He turned and got close to seeing me, he now looked directly over my head, "Am I insane? Is that why I am the only one who can hear you, and feel you?"

I blinked and stared at him, "You think you're the insane one? What about me? No one can touch or hear or see me, and it has been like that for the past two years. Now someone can hear and feel me, but can't see me, and brother can't even tell I'm in the country."

Scorpius seemed to consider this, slowly he began to form a question, "How? How did this happen? You must know something?"

I replied huffily, "I know plenty, including who did this to me, but the how is still a mystery."

So I told him my tale. I explained how right before I crossed to the other barrier I ran into that strange witch. How the witch said, "A girl that cannot watch where she goes, should not be watched at all," and how after that no, human, ghost, portrait, house elf, or being, could see, hear, or feel me.

He spoke finally, "So the witch cursed you. That has to be it, she was a grouch, she was mad you ran into her, and she cursed you. I don't know why she cursed you, or why I can hear you and touch you but not see you, while no one else can. I say we go to the headmistress with this."

"NO!" I exclaimed, Scorpius looked confused.

"Why not?"

"Why in general? Do you want to be submitted to the luny house?" I replied quickly.

"Well yes, Luna Lovegood Whats-her-new-last-name, is very nice. I would love to go there."

I glared at him, not that it effected him at all, "Not what I meant, fresh-mouth. I meant, how can she believe you, and not like I can back up the story if she can't hear me. It won't do any good. Plus, I've lasted this long, I can wait until I die...."

Scorpius cocked his head, in a way I had gotten used to, "Can you die? I mean, if someone tried to stab you, would it go right through you? And if a spell was aimed at you, would it hit you?"

"First off," I said, noticing a pattern, "Why do you assume that that is how I would die, by someone killing me? And second, this enables people from seeing, hearing, or feeling me. I can walk through walls and can't pick up objects. But I think I can die. Not by own hands, but I can die."

I realized I had added, 'not by my own hands,' which I knew was true. I could not kill myself, and I had tried. I tried to stab myself, but I could not pick up the knife, I tried to jump in front of a curse (stunning, but you never know..) and it didn't work. I had yet to find a find a cliff to through myself off of, which is the only way I think I could kill myself, so until then, I was stuck in life and I had to deal with it.

Now looking at Scorpius, I wondered if this discovery would make it easier, or or harder.