The day carried on as normal, Professor McGonagall found a spell to help arrange the mess to make it easier to tidy and villagers from Hogsmeade also came to help with the cleanup; the hall was looking more like an arranged mess now – the blocks that had fallen had either been disposed of or pushed to one side – most of the blood and dust was also gone now, too.

Harry, Ron and Hermione took time off during the clean up to go and visit Hagrid. Apparently he had been hurt and that was why he hadn't come to help. He was in the hospital dorm and when the trio arrived he was bandaged and looking less like the lively self he normally was.

''Arry! 'Ow yer doin? An' li'l 'Ermione an' Ron!' His face brightened at the sight of them, seeing they were alive and well.

'We're ok thanks Hagrid' Harry said, 'But, what happened to you?'

'Ah, it's nuthin,' Hagrid mumbled, 'Those darn spiders got me though! An' the death eaters didn' like me either; tied me up way to tight if yeh ask me'

Harry remembered how Hagrid had been tied up like a monster in the forest, only a few feet away from Voldemort and noticed how lucky Hagrid was to have survived.

'We're glad you're ok apart from that though' Hermione said, looking at his injuries worriedly, 'There's no permanent damage, is there?'

'Nah - Madam Pomfrey told me I'll be alrigh' to go soon enough' Hagrid smiled, 'Could 'ave been worse, I surpose.'

'You're not wrong there.' Ron replied.

There was a loud gasp and McGonagall come round the corner with Aberforth Dumbledore looking rather pale.

'Mr Aberforth would like to have a word with you, Potter.' She said, a blank expression on her face.

Harry took Ron and Hermione and dragged them with him to where Aberforth was leading him.

'Now, none of what I'm about to tell you has been confirmed, Potter, so you can't get too worried yet, but I just want you to keep an eye out and try not to get into trouble.'

Harry had a sick feeling in his stomach - he knew this wasn't going to be good. It seemed the world never ran out of bad news. 'What is it?' he asked.

'There've been a few sightings, around the area, of Death Eaters roaming the land, Bellatrix Lestrange being one of them.'

There was a stunned silence. Hermione eventually piped up, 'But, she's dead!' she squeaked, a strain in her voice that sounded like she was on the brink of losing it. Ron put his arm around her and stroked her hair to try and comfort her.

'Yes, Miss Granger, thank you for pointing that out' Aberforth retorted. 'This is the problem, most of the Death eaters being sighted were killed in the war; there's no possible explanation, but Aurors have even sighted a few of them, and there's great trust in the Auror department. No one knows what to make of it.'

'But, couldn't it all just be the effects of the war?' Harry asked with a growing worry in his mind, 'Maybe people are just scared and are having some kind of hallucinations?'

'Maybe indeed,' Aberforth replied. 'Then again, maybe not. The sightings are being constantly repeated all around the Wizarding world; it seems that either there are ghosts of Death eaters in the wizarding world, which could be a nuisance, or something has gone dreadfully wrong.'

Harry thought of his odd 'dream' from last night. Aberforth was right; something was going horribly wrong. How were they supposed to fix this? They couldn't have thousands of dead people's ghosts wandering around the wizarding world! Especially not those of death eaters!

'Potter?' Aberforth had an anxious look in his eyes.

'I know; be careful.' Harry replied.

Once the three of them had left Aberforth and returned to the hall, they told their friends about what they'd been told.

'But, how is it possible?' Hermione cried, 'There's no possible explanation for Death Eaters to be coming back!'

As Harry told them about his dream last night, the worry in Hermione's eyes grew more pronounced, and when Harry remembered the pain of Hedwig's pecking in his arm, there was a loud gasp from the group and Harry suddenly felt faint.

'Are you sure, Harry?' Neville asked - a fearful look on his face.

'Certain; I wonder how Hedwig got back? Animals can't come back as ghosts, can they?'

Hermione shook her head. 'This isn't making any sense!' she exclaimed, 'Perhaps it was just a dream - your mind overreacting - but then put together with the sightings, it all adds up to...'

Something pretty terrible, Harry thought. What if these weren't ghosts they were dealing with, but something much more sinister?

The realisation crossed everybody's mind at the same time, and scared looks were exchanged, not knowing how to react, or where to start, Harry said the first thing that come to his mind; 'Do you think, you know – others – are back as well?'
George's head snapped up, knowing exactly what Harry was getting to, but asked anyway; 'What do you mean?'

'Well, Hedwig last night and the death eater sightings – couldn't the good people be back too?'

There was no better thought than that; but what if it was a choice to come back? Would the heroes who died return if they had the chance, or would they have already 'moved on'?

They were about to find out...

(That was a really short chapter, sorry about that; I didn't really know what else to write without giving a few things away or doing loads at once)