Harry didn't sleep well at night anymore; not since moving into this aparment and having Him in the secret basement, too far down to bother anyone but still there, still walking around and plotting and scheming, still ranting and raving constantly.
When he was a boy, he used to feel sorry for Hrothbert, a man who had done something for love and been cursed for it for all eternity; he thought it was romantic and showed that deep down, Hrothbert must have some good in him to have risked so much for the woman he loved.
Maybe that was true, but the years of being stuck in that skull and being in the company of truly evil men, had made the ghost a little insane and it seemed like, in the years Harry had been away, it had gotten worse; that anything that Harry had done to humanize him was gone for good and all that was left was the evil, the genius that couldn't sleep and couldn't get away from him own mind, and was a time bomb ticking away -- a time bomb Harry was now in charge of and had no intention of ever letting explode.
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Date: 2012-09-17 02:26 pm (UTC)