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A/N: Hi! So, I've just posted the final chapter of Use Somebody and figured I'd dust this fic off. It's been sitting neglected in My Documents for a few months, so why not do something with it? Hope you enjoy xx

Life goes on – prologue.

You know, it's funny how one day can change the entire course of your life; when an irreversible moment reaches out for your destiny and gives it a good hard shake, sending all the paths that were once in front of you into twisting avenues and confusing roundabouts. And what's more fascinating is the way your re-routed journey affects everyone around you, sending them careening off of their own path and sometimes flying unceremoniously into a ditch. But sometimes, just sometimes, that ditch was exactly where they were suppose to have landed – had always meant to have landed – and your change in direction was the nudge they had needed. And by being in that ditch, they realise that someone else's path was destined to meet theirs and offer them the hand that pulls them back to their journey.

And maybe, just maybe, they'll look back at that ditch and remember that nothing is ever as bad as it seems, and that after rock bottom...the only way is up.

My name is Pansy Parkinson, and this is the story of my death and how it radically changed the life of my best friend, Draco Malfoy.

Now, you're asking yourself why I would tell such a story – I mean, I'm dead...how is it even possible? Well, it all has to do with a little thing called 'unfinished Business'. I know, I know – cliché, isn't it? Who knew all that crap was actually true? But the fact remains – I'm stuck on earth until my business is finished...whenever that may be.

O.K, let's get the details out of the way first because I know you're dying to hear about my tragic demise. (No pun intended, of course) I'd love to regale you with a story that I died whilst rescuing a baby from a burning building, or succumbing to a fatal wound after a deranged stalker received a message from god to do away with me. Something glamorous. Unfortunately, and if you utter this to anyone I will personally haunt you, I died whilst out jogging.

No, I wasn't incredibly unfit and had a heart attack or something. I was stung by a bee. In my defence it was a very big bee, and it had been intent on stinging me. The anaphylactic shock kicked in, and my murderer and I died side by side in a park on a frosty January morning.

To my indignation, I wasn't found for 3 hours – and when my badly dressed, gym clothed body was discovered by a dog walker, it was only after his filthy mutt had pee'd on my brand new running shoes, ruining them beyond comprehension. I yelled at the dog walker about proper dog management; however it fell on deaf ears as he hyperventilated and then called the emergency services. After laying his jacket over my face – something I was actually quite glad of because I had neglected my make-up routine that morning – the dog walker had rummaged through my pockets and stolen my iPod. Safe to say, he's had a few bouts of paranormal activity since the event, and has since destroyed the iPod.

Now, joking aside, my death had a severe impact on my best friend, Draco, and I have a strong feeling that he is my unfinished business. I just couldn't bear the thought of leaving him behind. You see, Draco and I are like Ant and Dec, Bert and Ernie, Joey and Chandler – we're a pair, a single entity that shouldn't be separated. We always have been, and now my Ernie is without his Bert and it's destroying him.

You see, we grew up together, right from the womb. Our mothers had been college roommates and had been just as inseparable. When each had discovered they were pregnant and the sexes, they had decided that Draco and I would someday marry and have a houseful of babies and they could play doting grandmothers together.

All that had changed when my mother and father had died in a car crash when I was 10. The Malfoys had taken me in and given me a home and had treated me like their own daughter. Any dream of Draco and I marrying had died along with my parents. As we grew up it became apparent that it wasn't just the demise of my parents that had scuppered any plans of marriage – the day I walked in and caught Draco watching pornography that had twice as much male activity and half as much female than usual was pretty explanatory...needless to say he was never going to be leading me down any aisle.

But, if anything, Draco's 'outing' had made us all the more closer, and I had developed a strong, sisterly protection for him – especially after he and his father, Lucius, had fallen out over Draco's 'lifestyle choices' which had led to a long-standing, silent stalemate.

So now Draco is alone – his mother choosing to have very little contact with her only son, and the fact Draco pushes away any kind of friend has led to him falling into isolation since my death a week ago.

I'm dead and to be honest it sucks, and if I don't hurry up and solve the mystery of my unfinished business – if I don't help Draco – I'm going to be stuck in this stupid limbo where I can see and hear everyone but they have no idea that I'm there. I need to find someone who can help my best friend – my brother – and show him that just because I'm gone- life goes on.

And looking around, my eyes connecting with the confused emerald gaze of a rather shabby – albeit handsome – young man, I think I've found just the person. Because he's not looking through me like everyone else does - he's looking at me.

He can see me!

To be continued...

Thanks for reading xx