A/N: The lovely second chapter is up :) *hehe* I apologize for its extreme shortness, I know that was just evil of me :) Thanks a million to all my awesome reviewers! Hope you like this chapter too! (Even though it's pathetically short)
Chapter Two
"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" Ron shouted at the top of his lungs.
Them...the Potters...dead...but not dead...here...but dead...but not dead...here-
"Quiet down!" Harry's father (could he really be Harry's father?) whispered. "You don't want to wake the whole House!"
"You...you're dead," Ron stammered. "I know you're dead."
"Rightio you are, kid," Mr. Potter grinned. "But we've come to help you."
James took a step closer.
"Aaaah!" Ron yelled. "Stay away from me!"
James chuckled, and Harry heard his best friend stir in the bed next to his own.
"Ron," Harry muttered sleepily, "Who're you talking to?"
"Harry," Ron said weakly, "Your parents are standing right next to my bed."
"WHAT?!"
Harry sat straight up, grabbed his glasses from his bedside table, and looked frantically around the dormitory. After a few seconds, he turned back to Ron and eyed him as though he'd sprouted a second head.
"You must've been dreaming."
"I'm not!" Ron exclaimed. "They're right there, can't you see them?"
Harry eyed the area where Mr. and Mrs. Potter stood, his expression one Ron couldn't even begin to read. When he spoke again, his voice was a mixture of hurt and fatigue.
"That's not funny, Ron."
"Harry, I'm not joking," Ron said desperately. "They're right th-"
"Goodnight, Ron," Harry said in a final tone, removing his glasses and lying back down.
"You're the only one who can see or hear us, dear," Mrs. Potter said softly.
"Well, you could have told me that earlier before I got Harry mad at me!" Ron hissed. "And why can I see you instead of him, anyway? You're HIS parents!"
"We've come to help you," Mrs. Potter said.
"How?" Ron asked. "I didn't know spirits could come back to the world..."
"Well, dear, it's a very complicated procedure involving-"
Mr. Potter cut his wife off, and Ron couldn't help but feel a bit relieved-she had been starting to sound like Hermione.
"You don't want to know about all the boring stuff," Mr. Potter assured him. "The point is, we're here to help you realize that you're madly in love with Hermione."
"WHAT?!?!" Ron exploded.
Even Harry's parents, who happened to be just the tiniest bit DEAD, were going to bug him about Hermione!!
"Now, dear, you know you like her at least a little bit," Mrs. Potter started.
"I do not!" Ron exclaimed.
Was there no God?!
"Oh really?" Mr. Potter asked slyly. "Then why did you cry yourself to sleep the night she got Petrified in second year?"
"How did you know about that?" Ron asked, feeling his cheeks heat up.
"As spirits, we have the power to look down on you," Mrs. Potter explained.
"Oh, great," Ron said sarcastically.
"And let me tell you," Mr. Potter said with a grin, "Last year's little Yule Ball fiasco was even better than a soap opera."
Ron couldn't help but think that many things were more interesting than bars of Dial singing classical music, but didn't say anything.
"You can admit that you like her, Ron," Mrs. Potter said gently. "I promise we won't tease you."
"I'm not admitting anything!" Ron declared.
Mr. and Mrs. Potter exchanged a look.
"Well, then, if you're sure dear," Mrs. Potter said a bit reluctantly. "I didn't think we'd have to resolve to this..."
Ron opened his mouth to ask what it was exactly that they were resolving to, but he was cut off by Mr. Potter, who was rubbing his hands together in boyish anticipation.
"This is gonna be good."
