Snape was very, very confused.
At first when he heard the loud crash, he thought it was those two idiots that he was currently baby sitting. Imagine his supirse when it turned out to be a mytoris teenage boy.
Harry had not expected to see a boy about his age, as he had turned 14 this year.
Sirius was just thinking about how the boy looked like he belonged in muggle America, not London.
They all were shocked when Dumbledore walked up behind them.
"Professor!" Harry piped out. He had known the man was coming sometime this week, to check on them all, most likely to check that they hadn't killed one another.
He never would have thought that the event of the strange boy and the arrival of the headmaster would over lap, let alone thought the first event would ever happen.
He really did have strange luck.
"Hello Harry," Dumbledore said, "What is this?" Dumbledore asked them.
"It seems this boy crashed here, I was just going to put a stunning spell on him and levitate him inside." Snape said to the elder.
Dumbledore nodded. That seemed for the best. They didn't know if this boy was sent by Voldemort or not.
Constant vigilance.
Snape began to raise his wand to levitate the strange white haired boy when, only to find that Dumbledore was already levitating the boy in.
Only to have the boys eyes snap open to reveal bright green eyes.
(I'm a line brake, so don't mind me)
"Ahh!" Harry screamed, jumping back.
Snape's eyes widened slightly before returning to normal, as if there had been no reaction at all.
Dumbledore's eyes just started to twinkle.
Sirius tried to pull a ninja move, but fell on his butt instead.
(Line brake, I am)
Phantom woke up to see a old man, a dude that looked like a bat, a dude on his ass, and a teenage boy with glaces.
Sometimes he wonder if the world was playing a joke on him.
"Hello! I am Albus Dumbledore, this is Severus Snape, Sirius Black, and Harry Potter." The old man said, while looking at him as if he was gauging his reaction.
Phantom's brow furrowed in confusion. The man sounded British, but with the close proximity of the countries in Europe, he could still be in Scotland.
"Am I in Scotland?" He asked the old man.
The old man's eyes seemed to lose its twinkle, and gain a slight sheen of confusion, before the twinkle returned full force.
"No, your in London. Why do you ask?" The old man asked him.
Phantom mentally groaned. That meant he had more flying to do.
"Because I just became a solid ghost, and the place that im supposed to haunt it a Castile in remote Scotland."
The look on there faces told him he wasn't the only one the world liked to mess with.
