Harry remembered the first time he heard the dead talk. The castle was full of ghosts, but what he didn't know was that there were many of them who preferred not to be seen by alive people.
What began as a visit to Hermione (she was the only one who'd decided to go back to Hogwarts for her eighth year) ended up with Harry wanting to bring Voldemort back to life just to thank him/ blame him for the mysterious gift the universe had given Harry when he was temporarily killed by him in the forbidden forest.
"Congratulations, Mr. Potter"
When Harry looked around but couldn't find a person or a ghost to associate the voice to, he thought he'd gone mad until the figure decided to show itself. A man, dressed similarly as nearly headless Nick, greeted him with a polite bow before studying him from head to toe.
"I've never seen you before," Harry stuttered, wanting nothing more than to run away from the silver figure in front of him.
"I've hardly been seen by students or school staff in the past hundred years," the ghost explained, "however, I must admit that after the... recent events, I wished to talk to the one child who saved us all"
Harry didn't know what to answer, so he nodded, waiting for the floating silver figure to resume talking instead.
"You see, Mr. Potter, " the figure spoke slowly. "some of my friends wanted to congratulate you for your amazing deed... the process of defeating you-know-who must have been the hardest thing you've been through"
"Not really," Harry confessed, not sure why he was talking to the ghost at all. "It's the people who I will not see anymore that hurts the most"
The ghost gave him a questioning look before he sighed, apparently having accepted defeat after thinking he'd been right about his train of thought on Harry's life events.
"Have you seen Fred Weasley or Remus Lupin around here?" Harry asked as his eyes began to shine with unshed tears.
"No, I have not seen them, but perhaps, if you pay close attention to your surroundings, you may hear them someday, just like you heard me... what wouldn't an alive being give to have that power you now own?" the floating man suggested with a kind smile
"What do you mean?" Harry inquired, feeling confused
"You were dead, Mr. Potter, " the ghost began to explain,"yet you lived once again. You belong to both worlds now"
Harry swallowed the words he wanted to say. Something hadn't felt right since his talk with Dumbledore at King's Cross station. He didn’t know how to explain it, so he decided to ignore those thoughts and feelings until then, when a dead man forced him to open his eyes to a truth that stang harder than it should.
He hadn't been able to see or hear his parents at all. Remus, Tonks, Fred... all of them had not appeared to talk to him. Where were they? Did they know they could communicate with him? Was this new power he had a secret even to the world of the dead?
"I must go see a friend," Harry said as he walked away, knowing that after talking to Hermione, he would visit his parent's graves, praying he could see them one more time.
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