Hey! Thank you so much for taking the time to read my fanfic and I hope you enjoy my hard-work. Really sorry for any grammar errors or spelling mistakes, this is my first fic so I still have a long way to go but I would be stoked it you had any advice for me or even if you had any encouragement.

I may be a little slow with updates as my inspiration is a little all over the place and I can get pretty busy so I apologize in advance.

Again, thank you so much and I hope you continue to read.

P.S. Its probs obvious but DISCLAIMER: I don't own the Harry Potter franchise or any of the amazing characters that make an appearance in my story, just Jane and Val

It was quite windy one particular morning, and from the top of the Astronomy Tower, it would have felt similar to being in the middle of a storm. Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on how you looked at it, Jane was dead and was unfazed by the wild weather, the breeze passing through her transparent body, only able to vaguely sway her wispy body as she almost blended in with the grey skies around her. For her, it was an extremely tranquil corner of the school, tucked high above everyone and everything else.

Apparently, however, this quietness wasn't meant to last.

'Jane? Have you heard what happened?'

The ghost in question mentally groaned and unwillingly glanced away from the slightly grey morning view of the Hogwarts grounds splayed out below her and found Moaning Myrtle hovering behind her. Myrtle rarely chose to leave her beloved bathroom stall but it wasn't like she was restricted to only that area and, with the halls empty for the summer holidays, it seemed she was more willing to leave her sanctuary. Jane had pondered this habit before and usually wasn't sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing. Right now, she wasn't so uncertain.

'I'm assuming you're referring to what happened last night,' Jane replied reluctantly, unhappy with her disrupted peace. She could try and ignore Myrtle but she knew how persistent and stubborn she could be. She'd be babbling all day if she didn't hear her out now. 'I heard Filch grumbling about it. Someone broke into Gringotts, didn't they?'

'Exactly. But that's not even the most interesting part,' she said, her voice lowered as if imparting some secret information, eyes glittering with excitement. Too bad her theatrics were wasted on an uninterested audience. 'Whoever it was didn't even take anything, apparently they broke into an empty vault and left; just like that!'

'Fascinating,' Jane muttered sarcastically. While the story had vaguely piqued her interest when she had first heard it, she had found herself losing interest in anything that happened beyond the school walls lately and this was no different. The same could obviously not be said for everyone else.

However, she supposed she couldn't really blame Myrtle's excitement. Nothing interesting or exciting had happened for a while, excluding the student's antics (her mind flew straight to those Weasley twins) or teacher's gossip. So of course Myrtle would want to discuss a break-in to what was supposed to be one of the securist places in the Wizarding World, second only to Hogwarts itself (even if Myrtle constantly denied her obvious pleasure in gossip 'it really can make people miserable and it's only idle chit chat, really, there's much better ways to spend your afterlife…').

Jane hummed half-heartedly and turned back to gazing over the Astronomy Tower balcony as Myrtle continued to confide about what the staff of Gringotts had to say on the matter and what Nick had told her. Jane really couldn't bring herself to feel interested in the matter and soon she found her mind drifting towards the scenery below her and then off into the wind.

'Hey-hey! Jane,' Myrtle whined, catching the ghost's attention once more. Tears began to fill her eyes and her bottom lip started to tremble. 'You weren't paying attention to anything I just said, were you?'

Jane sighed, knowing she would have to be delicate. 'You were just saying that Nick said that it must have been leftover followers of You-Know-Who.' She paused before realising she would probably have to give her opinion on the topic to fully appease the teary ghost.

'Okay. First of all; he's been dead for the past ten years or so, I think it's about time you called him Voldemort, his name, and second of all; he's been dead for the past ten years or so, I somehow doubt anyone left of his followers are just going to start stirring up trouble now.'

Myrtle huffed and floated up to rest on the railing by Jane, tears gone and a thoughtful expression taking over her pale face. 'Unless, something is going to happen.' The transparent girl quietened her voice until it was barely audible from all the wind, her eyes going serious. 'Not only is the legendary boy-who-lived and saviour of the Wizarding World starting at Hogwarts this very year, but right before his first year, an attempted robbery on Gringotts is all over the news.'

'Myrtle, that could mean nothing-'

'AND have you seen how suspicious the professors have been acting? Especially the closer September gets? They know something.'

'What are you talking about?' Jane gritted in irritation, not understanding how the conversation went from Gringotts to conspiracy theories about Voldemort.

'What am I talking about? What are you talking about? ow have you not noticed? Even I noticed.'

'Myrtle…' she began warningly, her patience starting to wear thin. She wasn't often in a good mood. Being patronized about pointless gossip and conspiracy theories really wasn't improving it at all.

'Okay, okay. The point is, everyone's been acting really suspicious. Well, not everyone, but the ones that tell you it's serious. Like Dumbledore, McGonagall, Filch, Flitwick, Sprout, even Hagrid.'

Jane paused, her irritation momentarily forgotten. She realised she knew exactly what Myrtle meant.

'Ha!' Myrtle exclaimed. 'See, you have noticed it. Doesn't that seem suspicious to you?'

Jane silently admitted that Myrtle wasn't wrong and mulled it over seriously rather than just brushing it off as before. Certain staff had been acting odd lately, and McGonagall had had a massive argument with Dumbledore last week. No one was certain what it had been about, but it must have been important for the deputy headmaster to get so furious She had stormed out of Dumbledore's office one day, hr face stormy and full of bad forebodings, magic sparking unstably from her clenched wand, knuckled white and strands of grey hair fallen from her usually tight bun.

'I accept that it does suspicious but you have to remember that none of this is any of our business.'

'Jane.' This time it was Myrtle's turn to be annoyed.

'No, I'm being serious. What happens in the lives of the living doesn't affect us and there is nothing we can do for them. You've heard the Friar, haven't you? He's talked about this.'

Myrtle just pursed her lips and stayed quiet. The silence seemed to stretch on, not as comfortable as Jane would have liked it, but necessary. It was important that the other ghost remembered this.

'In any case, the students will be here soon,' Myrtle finally stated as she kept her eyes fixed on the horizon. Her statement was simple but held far more meaning and significance than any exciting story or piece of gossip.

'Yes,' she agreed quietly, her response nearly snatched away by the wind. For the first time in her afterlife, Jane felt an unsettling chill creep over her. No matter what she said to discredit Myrtle's theories, she could no longer ignore the feeling that something bad was going to happen soon, something that wouldn't be able to be stopped any time soon.

With troubled thoughts she glanced back at the other ghost, seeing her own concerns reflected back at her.

'They will be.'