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Chapter Five

"Galloping Gargoyles!" cried Mrs. Weasley, dropping the book on the table, which then caused an ink bottle to topple over and send black liquid all over the table and papers that were strewn about it.

"Ha – Harry?" Ron stammered. He stared wide-eyed and opened mouth at his best friend.

"Yeah?"

"Wha... what...? How... you... ?"

"Good to see you too Ron." Harry smiled at him. He then shifted his gaze to the twins. Fred had leapt upon George's lap and was now holding onto him as if his life depended on it. George, finally coming to his senses, shoved Fred off of him sending him sprawled out onto the floor. Fred stood up quickly and brushed the dust off of his pants. He continued to stare at Harry.

"What? It's not like you've never seen a ghost before," said Harry to the four people staring blankly at him.

"Yeah, well Harry, it's you." Ron's eyes watered as he gazed upon his friend, no longer alive, but still standing right before him; a mere shadow of a once healthy, happy, lively teenage boy.

"Oh Ron, please don't," Harry said sympathetically. He walked forward and placed a transparent hand on Ron's shoulder. Ron jumped back.

"You're... you're solid," he said, amazed and startled all at once.

"Yeah, I can bounce back and forth. It's kinda weird, but it's awfully difficult to write messages when every time you try to grab something your had passes right through it." He grinned.

"I've missed you so much," Ron choked. He grabbed Harry and held him tightly, tears rolling down his cheeks. Harry, startled at first, returned the hug.

"Hey, it's okay. Really." Harry tried comforting Ron, but to no avail. He looked at the others for support but they merely shrugged. He rolled his eyes. Harry started to feel his shoulder becoming damp from the flood coming from Ron. It was a few minutes before Ron had finally pulled away. He wiped his face on the sleeve of his robes and continued looking at Harry. No sooner had Ron stepped back, Mrs. Weasley embraced Harry with all her might.

He repeated the same process with Mrs. Weasley until she felt content with letting go. She stared at Harry with warm motherly affection. "Oh, Harry," she whispered.

"Mrs. Weasley, please. It's okay." He again tried to be comforting, but at this point it was too much. He looked around at the others, all of whom were crying. It was too much for him. Had he been able to cry, he knew that the tears would fall – and never stop. It was a great pain to him to see the only ones he had ever loved hurting so much.

"Um, so Harry," said Fred, clearing his throat. "How, er, are you?" It was an awkward way to break the already awkward silence. Fred knew it as soon as he finished his sentence.

"Well, aside from the fact that I'm, well, dead, I guess I really can't complain. In a way, it's kind of nice." He furrowed his brow at this last thought. "I mean, don't get me wrong, I miss you all – a lot – but, I'm finally with my parents and Sirius again." He gave a small shrug.

Ron's mood rapidly changed from depressed to excited in the span of two seconds. "Really?" he exclaimed. "What are they like? Do you talk about what they did when they went to school? What we did at school? How's Sirius? What's he up to? Does he ever ask about me and 'Mione?" Ron seemed to get more and more excited at the prospect of learning about dead people. 'Am I that morbid?', he thought. 'Eh, I'll give myself the befit of the doubt. I never met Harry's parents, and I haven't seen Sirius in over a year.'

Harry laughed at his over-elated friend. "Slow down! One question at a time." He paused, still chuckling to himself. "Sirius is fine – still his quirky self. And yes, we talk about you guys sometimes. We like to see what you're up to without us." Harry winked. Ron rolled his eyes. "We talk a lot together, me, Sirius, and my mum and dad. They tell me all the stories of them when they went to Hogwarts. It's great. After 15 years I can finally talk to my parents again." He looked down at the floor, lost in thought and memory. "Oh yeah, Mrs. Weasley? My mum and dad said hello."

Mrs. Weasley smiled at Harry. "Thank you. Tell them I said hello back."

"Well," sniffed Fred, "this is touching and all, but what exactly are you doing here Harry?"

"Don't make me hit you again," warned George, an evil glint in his eyes. "He's here because of Voldemort you dingbat!" He looked at Harry, "Right?"

"Shows how much you two pay attention," laughed Harry. "If you would take any heed to the notes I've written, and what you just read about Umbrae, things, you would realize that I'm here to cave you all from Voldemort who is still alive. He seems really pissed too...." He furrowed his brow. "I guess he's mad that the never got a chance to finish off Ron and Hermione. And the fact that all of his Death Eaters have abandoned him, since they think he's dead and all."

"Wait a minute," said Fred. "I'm confused. He's back, but he never really left to begin with. Which means he didn't really die like everyone thought when he, you know, he..."

"Killed me?" Harry answered. "Yeah. It's a little complicated, confusing really. I'll do my best." He smiled. "See, when Voldemort killed my parents, and then tried to kill me, he transferred some of his powers to me. This we already know. So we have this kind of connection between us. It took Dumbledore five years to finally tell me all of this. Anyway. A month ago when he killed me, part of his life was taken away because of the loss of my own. Dumbledore was right about that part. Now, when Voldemort realized what was happening, he decided he'd run for it before anything else happened to him. Thus, the assumption that he died."

"So, if he's not dead, then where is he? What is he?" Fred asked.

"He's still mortal, if you could call it that. He's alive, but he's not as strong as he used to be during these past two years. And as to where he is? I haven't the slightest inkling. He's still in Europe, though. That's as much as w- I can tell."

"So basically, Voldemort faked his death because if he got caught, that'd be it for him?" said George.

"Yeah, more or less."

"That's interesting," said Mrs. Weasley.

"You reckon Dumbledore knew any of this?" asked Ron.

"If he did, he never said anything about it to us," answered George.

"He wanted to protect you," said Harry. "He didn't wasn't to say anything until the right time, after we figured out what had happened. When he finally got all of it, he told me."

"Wait, you mean to tell me that Dumbledore knows that you're – here – and he never said anything about it?!" cried Ron. "I'm going to kill him!"

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A/N's: hey! it's me! i want to apologize if this chapter seems at all cheesey. bit of writer's block, you kno? heheh. it's a lil bit of fluff too. but come on, harry's back from the dead! hahaha. wow, that is cheesey. lol! anyways, hope u liked, and i'll do my best to update soon. and thank you to all of my reviewers! I feel so loved!! Hahaha!

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Update: (I also posted this in the A/N in ch. 4) hey! (if anyone is reading this) lol. If u have any ideas as to where this is going to go, that'd be greatly appreciated. I kinda have an idea, but I need filler stuff and all that. I olready have the ending – o man it's gonna be a good one! Haha. A tissue or two may be required... lol. But anyway, if u have any ideas u can just post them in the review thingy or email me. (it's on my profile thing. Just make sure that for the subject line u put that it's for the fanfiction coz if I don't recognize the email, then I just delete it – damn the spam. Lol. Yeah, so I think that's it. And again, thank you to all of my reviewers! It's what keeps me writing!! Haha! = )