Chapter Eleven; Looking on

"Harry may I ask why you're here?" asked Fred and nudged Harry's left. They were sitting in the kitchen of a mock Number 12, Grimmauld place.

"I had to die. I was another horcrux. Voldemort can't be defeated if I had lived."

"You were a what?" asked Fred and gaped.

"Fred, how do you know what a horcrux is?" asked Sirius from across of Fred.

"I have my sources."

Harry wasn't going to tell them that he had a choice to stay. They would've loathed him for that, and Harry already started to feel he had made a humongous mistake. So instead, h changed the subject, to about daily life here.

About two weeks later, a thought struck Harry, and he immediately went to solve it. Harry had decided to live with his parents in their non-damaged home in Godric's Hollow. He could visit anywhere he wanted, with the blink of his eyes. Here, you lived just like you would live a normal life, and you even slept. Though no one ever got tired. You could also eat, just for the taste, and you wouldn't gain any weight. Fred had sure been taking advantage of that. Harry went down stairs to the kitchen of his home, and saw his mum and dad sitting at the table, eating breakfast.

"Hey guys," said Harry suddenly aware, "Is there a possibility that I could see my friends? Like "watch over" them, just to see how they're doing?" Harry sat down next to his dad.

"Do you hear this guy?" asked James, "Is there a possibility I could watch over them?" Harry's stomach dropped. No then, there wasn't. He was stuck here forever, unknowing of everything else.

"Of course there is, Harry!" exclaimed James suddenly, "Lily," Lily smiled from right across the table, "And I, visited you all the time. All you have to do is simply close your eyes, and imagine the person, or place you would like to visit. And focus. You can follow them around. But if you do it 24/7, it'll start to take your strength. We recommend ten minutes twice a day max."

"That's it?" exclaimed Harry, "Only ten minutes?"

"Yes. Here, we don't hurt or get sore or anything. But when you visit the real world too much, you will lose strength." said Lily softly.

"Ok. Well, I think I might do it right now." said Harry.

"Go ahead, Harry." said Lily, "Focus, concentrate."

"I'll be right back." Harry closed his eyes and focused. He imagined Ron in his head. Soon, the image formed into a scene.

"Ronald Bilius Weasley, you are charged with the connection of Harry Potter and a runaway mudblood, do you deny it?" Ron was in the same courtroom Harry had been in for his hearing in fifth year. Ron was shackled to his chair and a man with short white hair and a slick beard was interrogating him.

"No, I don't!" said Ron defiantly.

"Well then, you made this all so much simpler…" said the man.

"Now tell me where Hermione is!" roared Ron.

"The mudblood you were connected with?'

"Not… Oh whatever! The mudbl- I was connected with. Where is she?"

"She was taken here to the Ministry of Magic for her hearing, and then she broke free and ran away with another mudblood."

"She outsmarted the Ministry? Blimey."

"Now that I have told you, may we continue?" The man looked deeply into Ron's eyes and lifted his wand.

"Yes." said Ron quickly.

"Tell me everything that happened this year. Everything."

"Harry, Hermione, and I ran away after the wedding, and camped in several different forests."

"And why did you do that?"

"To avoid you all, of course. We were caught once, at the Malfoy Manor, but we escaped. Right under your noses."

"And then you three stupidly came to Hogwarts. Many are dead because of you. So much magical blood has been wasted." said the man, and finally got to Ron. The man smiled, discovering this, "Now, we here charge you guilty. The punishment; Torture and labor. After these two days, you will be sent back to Hogwarts with the others. Everyone is redoing their school years, to properly learn magic. Under close watch though. Thank you."

Two men unlatched Ron from his chair and walked him out. Harry started to follow Ron, but changed his mind. He had only ten minutes left, and that was it for the day. He was already feeling a little tired. So instead, he closed his eyes once more and imagined Hermione. Soon he was in a new scene. Hermione was standing in a bedroom with a younger girl and a girl the same age as Hermione. Harry felt relief wash over him as he realized Hermione was away from the Death Eaters. But as he looked closer, he saw scratches and bruises all over Hermione, and the same to the younger girl. The younger girl was sitting on the bed, one foot poking out with ice on it. The third girl though, looked perfectly fine.

"My mum and dad should be arriving very soon, as you can see they're late. They said 4:00 and well, now it's 5:00. I'm going to set the table and will call their office to see if they're still there. I have let them know you're here, so they'll bring back ingredients for dinner for five." The girl left the room leaving Hermione with the younger girl.

"How was your shower, Hermione?" asked the little girl.

"It was quite nice, Charlotte, thank you. Very relaxing."

"Good." said Charlotte, "I have a question."

"Go ahead."

"What comes next? I mean, we ran away from them and we can't just stay here forever."

"I don't know." admitted Hermione. Suddenly, Harry felt himself collapse, and snapped his real eyes open.

Fred was now in the kitchen, along with Lupin.

"How come you guys are here?" asked Harry.

"Well, I wanted to say hey to you, and show something new I invented." said Fred.

"And James told me to come over, help you with visiting if you did need any help." smiled Lupin, "You did pretty good."

"And you were gone for a long while." said Fred.

"Actually he was only gone for 17 minutes. I was counting." said Lupin, coming up from behind Harry, "I almost stopped you at ten, but then decided not to. How do you feel?"

"I was dizzy for a second, but now I'm fine." Harry put his hand to his forehead, right where his scar was.

"It's not still hurting, is it?" asked Lupin, something changing in him.

"No!" said Harry quickly, and his scar had honestly not hurt for a while. Here in heaven, it was a lot lighter of a mark on him, barely visible.

"Well that's a relief." laughed Fred, "Now please let me show you my next joke trick!"

"Of course, Fred." Harry smiled. Even after Fred had died, he had continued to invent tricks. Harry felt a pang in his heart. Fred, only 21, had died. He had no twin now, and was all alone. He couldn't ever go back to his real joke shop, and he couldn't make new tricks for it. His tricks he had invented now would never go on to anything more. Harry tried to shove that thought aside and he followed Fred into the living room to display his trick.