Hello, everyone! I'm back for a Halloween special... okay, it's just a chapter that I happened to post on Halloween. other than a bit of a ghost theme, there is nothing Halloween-ish about this chapter. Sorry.

Trivia:jehan-is-my-son: I will be doing Tonks; she will start popping up probably around Christmas, due to the age difference. As for Neville, I will definitely be putting him in, but I'm not sure when.

BrujiPuh- Theodore Nott will probably come in within the next three chapters and Charlie won't show up until Christmas at the latest but he will become an important character once he comes in.

Afraidofspiders- your character will be coming in either next chapter or chapter 23, so don't worry!

Other reviews:

mamaguliberts- I like Bill as an over protective big brother too. He just seems like the type of person that would hex you into oblivion if you hurt someone he cared about.

Kris Senju- I'm afraid that Oliver will not be the one to throw the rock, but Oliver will be coming in more. I'm thinking of having Fred and Percy tell him about the chamber of secrets soon, but that's still in the planning phase.

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Standing there was Bill Weasley, his face bright red with rage and tears making his eyes shine as he stared at his three brothers.

Fred and George had gone into a state of shock, their hands frozen beside their pockets and gripping their wands. Their jaws were almost at the floor.

Percy was leaning against the wall, his eyes closed and his breathing shaky. Trembling like a leaf in the wind, he dropped the diary and fell to the floor, looking like he may be sick, as he stared at Tom Riddle, now unconscious.

Bill knelt beside his younger brother and wrapped an arm around him. After Percy had calmed down slightly (at least, he wasn't shaking anymore), Bill turned to the twins and ground out:

"What the hell happened here?"

Fred and George exchanged glances before Fred waved his wand and tied up Tom Riddle. Then, he knelt next to Bill and told him everything, from the dreams to the diary to Percy's story.

By the end of it, Bill looked like he was about to be sick too.

"And this was going on right under our noses. Percy... Ginny... hell, I wouldn't be surprised if Ron was involved somehow. What do we do with him?"

Fred had never heard his elder brother ask him for instructions, and he wasn't really sure what to say. Luckily, Percy saved him.

"We can't do anything," Percy spoke. "He's not strong enough to take solid form. Even if we took him somewhere, he could get out. See?" The redhead reached out and sure enough, his hand passed straight through Tom Riddle. "He lost a lot of power coming after me. I was his key to strength, and he took a big risk going after me tonight. He's practically back to square 1. The most we can do right now is tell Professor Dumbledore."

Bill nodded. "I guess that makes sense, but I think we should take you to the hospital wing. You don't look so good, Perce."

"I'm fine," Percy muttered. "Just in shock, I guess."

Bill nodded. "Alright, you three need rest. I'll take the diary to Professor Dumbledore immediately while you guys head back to the dorm. And you're sure he can't stay here?" He turned to Percy with the last question.

Percy nodded. "Yeah, he'll disappear within the next minute."

"Come on," Bill told him with a sympathetic glance. "I'll walk you up to the dorm." Slinging an arm around Percy's shoulders, Bill helped him stand and walked with the other three up to the dorms.

As soon as they reached the common room, Percy walked up with George and Fred slipped into the sixth year dorms.

Bill blinked tears from his eyes as he looked up at the ceiling and after a quick glance around, he clasped his hands in prayer.

"Hey, God... I-I know I haven't talked to you in a while; I guess I just stopped believing for a while, but... now, you're the only one I can turn to. Save Percy. He needs you."

As Bill slipped out of the room, he didn't notice the transparent boy seated beside the fireplace, invisible unless you were looking directly at him.

A boy of eighteen with black hair and silver eyes, staring up the staircase as if he could see through each and every door.

"Hey, Perce," he whispered, his voice barely above the wind. "Is it too late to keep my promise?"

He was standing on a small island surrounded by a pitch black lake and he swore he saw something moving below the surface but just when he went to look, it was gone in a flash. A basin stood at his side, an empty basin, and he saws drops of blood and a sticky potion staining the rock he stands upon.

"Don't worry, Perce. You're safe," a voice said to his right.

Percy spun around and found a very familiar boy standing behind him. A boy he hadn't seen in years.

"Fred can't see this dream; it's protected, so to speak," Regulus Black informed him. "Miss me?"

"Reg... what? You died when I was three," Percy whispered.

The other boy nodded, solemnly. "Yes, and before I died, I made a promise. Do you remember?"

Percy nodded, slowly. "I was being watched over by my Mum's friend, Andromeda Tonks. I remember the twins were being a hand full, so Mum moved them to an out of the way place, but there was only room for three people. My older brothers and I were scattered among random families for weeks until, finally, Mum was able to get us all into the same safe house.

"I was playing with Andromeda's daughter, Nymphadora, when there was a knock at the door. That's when you came in. You talked with Andy and while she went to get something for you, you talked with me and Dora.

"I remember I told you that I couldn't stay with my Mum and Dad because the bad man put us in danger. You looked at me and told me that someday the bad man would be gone.

"You left, but you came back a lot over the next few weeks. I remember the day of your last visit, you told me that you would protect me because I was scared the bad man would hurt me. You never came back; Andromeda told me you were with my uncles in heaven."

Regulus nodded. "Yes. The reason I never came back was because I came to a realization and I took a huge risk to bring Voldemort down. I didn't succeed exactly, but I came a step closer. I'm wondering... is it too late for me to keep my promise?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, your brother- the oldest one- prayed to God that He would protect you. God is not allowed to interact with people directly, but He can send angels, gaurdians, and gifts. I am an example of an angel because while I am not capable of taking on a solid form due to how I died and the fact that I have not been reborn before."

"Wait," Percy said. "Reborn?"

Regulus smiled. "We could be here all day talking about the process of death, but I'll try to make it short. God sends souls to earth and a person is born. When the person dies, they will be reborn as a new person and live another life. If they do enough good things in their lives, they can become a guardian. For example, Martin Luther King lived three lives, but did enough good things to become a guardian. Hitler lived a life, but did so many bad things, God sent him to the bottom of the barrel, to live three lives in absolute hell- poverty, war torn countries, etc.- and after those lives are lived, his slate is wiped clean.

"Now, back to what I was saying. God told me that I can not be reborn until the next generation, so I could be reborn as the child of one of your friends. Until then, I am an angel, allowed to interact when God tells me to but not capable of taking a physical form.

"I've already explained Guardians. Everyone has one; Hogwarts is full of them, but I am not allowed to share their identities; that is up to the Guardian themselves.

"And then, gifts. Luna Lovegood; Harry Potter; Neville Longbottom; you. You are all gifts sent from heaven, people that are made to make the world better. Many people are born as gifts, but waste it. Peter Pettigrew was originally a gift, but he got off on the wrong path.

"Okay, now, back on track as to why I'm here. God sent me to protect you, to watch out for you. You have several different fates, and none of them happy. God wants to change that because you are His gift and He hates to see gifts such as you go to waste. He learned his lesson with Pettigrew that not finding a way to interfere could mean tragic consequences for everyone.

"That's why He sent me."

Percy took a deep breath. "So He sent you to watch over me? But... no offense, but why you?"

Regulus smiled softly. "He saw how badly I wanted to honor my promise. Now was my chance."

Suddenly, the dim lighting in the dark cavern flickered and Percy jumped.

"I must be going, but you'll be seeing a lot more of me. Good luck, Perce."

The dream vanished and Percy Weasley sat up in his bed, breathing hard.

What the hell had just happened?

I do not mean to go against anyone's beliefs here, but this idea popped into my head and using Christianity was one of the only ways that the idea made sense to me, so... yeah.

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