A/N: Originally this was going to be a oneshot, but so many people said "update soon" I thought it was a good idea maybe to make it a whole story, so here it goes.

I floated back over to my normal seat on the Hufflepuff table. No one had taken it since I had died so I wasn't worried about being sat on.

I now constantly watched over Harry Potter. My conscious wanted him too, and I wasn't going to argue with it.

I did long for Cho though, but occasionally Harry would talk to her and I would catch glimpses of her.

It was Harry's fifth year and I knew I wouldn't have been there; I would be working at the Ministry with my dad.

After I had seen Cho in the bathroom I hadn't spoken, I didn't want her to be attached, I wanted her to live her life, find someone to date and get over me.

Sometimes I chuckled at Ron, Hermione and Harry, they were the best of friends, but I wanted Ron to realise that Hermione was longing to date him.

It was the morning after the feast and Hermione, Fred and George were talking about OWLs.

Listen to them, Harry; they know what they're talking about!

They talked a bit more about it, I heard how Harry wanted to become and Auror, I thought about it carefully, thinking about it. Yes, it was the right thing to do.

'Hello, Harry!' said the most beautiful girl in the world, Cho Chang.

Why is she alone, she's usually surrounded by a group of stupid giggling girls?

'So did you have a good summer?' he asked.

'Oh it was aright, you know. . .'

'Is that a Tornadoes badge?' Ron demanded. 'You don't support them do you?'

'Yeah, I do,' said Cho.

'Have you always supported them, or just since they started winning the league?' said Ron.

You shouldn't have asked, she's going to hate you! I thought, she's supported them since she was six, you should not have asked.

'I've supported them since I was six,' said Cho. 'Anyway . . . see you Harry.'

She walked away. Wait come back!

Hermione and Ron started to bicker. Harry rolled his eyes, I laughed. Harry spun around, maybe he heard me, I have no idea, because his confusion was quickly gone when Snape opened the door.

There is no way I am going in there, I had seven years of Snape there is no way I am going for an eighth.

But my conscious won again and I ended up floating above Snape, following him around, trying to help Neville, but it was no use. I was about as useful as Malfoy was to him. Which wasn't very useful at all.

I floated around, watching people, it was pretty fun. No one can see you and you create all kind of mischief. I only wish I could talk to Fred and George and we could take on the school together. What fun that would be!

When I entered Defense Against the Dark Arts, I sat next to Hermione, looking over her book, I which I hadn't become a spirit thing. The teacher, Professor Umbridge, was the worst teacher ever.

I knew it was going to be bad when the words Defense Against the Dark Arts - Return to Basic Principles appeared on the board.

Then came "course aims" and a whole list of things to go with it. I was glad I didn't have to copy it down like the rest of them.

Then she instructed the class to read the first chapter of their book. But the class was distracted and bored, so everyone ended up watching Hermione get Umbridge's attention.

There was an uproar when they found out there would be no practical lessons ever. It was only when Harry started to get really involved I started to listen.

'Who do you think wants to attack children like yourselves?' she asked, in a tone of voice that was so annoying I nearly chucked water on her head.

'Hmm, let's think . . .' said Harry in a mock thoughtful voice. 'Maybe . . . Lord Voldemort?'

People were shocked, there were little screams and Neville fell of his chair, but Umbridge remained undisturbed.

'Ten points from Gryffindor,' she said quietly.

'You have been told that a certain Dark wizard has returned from the dead –'

'He wasn't dead,' Harry said angrily, 'but yeah, he's returned!'

'Mr. Potter you have already lost your house ten points do not make matters worse for yourself,' she said. 'As I was saying, you have been informed that a certain Dark wizard is at large once again. This is a lie.'

You have got to be kidding me! I thought now I'm really mad. You show them, Harry!

'It's NOT a lie,' said Harry, 'I saw him, I fought him!'

'Detention Mr. Potter!' shouted Umbridge. 'I repeat, this is a lie. The Ministry of Magic guarantees that you are not in any danger from any Dark wizard. If you are still worried, see me after class hours. If someone is alarming you about reborn Dark wizards, I would like to hear about it, I am here to help. I am your friend. And now will you kindly return to your reading.'

Harry stood up, everyone was staring at him. I was screaming, 'go Harry, it's your birthday!' Seamus was looking at him with a half scared half fascinated look on his face.

'So, according to you, Cedric Diggory dropped dead of his own accord, did he?'

Good point Harry, you tell her, I didn't just drop dead! I am a victim!

'Cedric Diggory's death was a tragic accident,' she said coldly.

WHAT!

'It was murder,' Harry said. I could see him shaking, but he looked calm and collected. 'Voldemort killed him and you know it.'

'Come here, Mr. Potter,' she said shortly and gave him a piece of paper and told him to go to McGonagall.

I so wanted to see what she said, so, naturally, I followed him.

'Is it true you shouted at Professor Umbridge?' she asked.

'Yes,' said Harry.

'You called her a liar?'

'Yes.'

'You told her He Who Must Not Be Named is back?'

'Yes.'

She sat down behind her desk, watching Harry closely. 'Have a biscuit.'

'Have a what?' he said confused. I took one too, I was going to keep it in my pocket for the next time I saw Umbridge, it was time for revenge.

I didn't stay to here what happened next. I went out and I talked to Peeves, we're good friends now. I'm a spirit, but he can still see me. Isn't that cool?

Suddenly I had a brilliant idea, it would only work on one ghost though, and I was going to try no matter what. This would part of my perfect plan.

'Hey! Nick, wait up!' I shouted.

'Cedric?' he asked surprised.

'That's my name,' I said, it was automatic reaction. 'I need you to do me a favor.'

'Anything,' he said genuinely.

'I need you to tell Harry Potter that I can talk to you and we can sort of communicate. I need you to tell him I've been watching him and I'm proud of what he did today in DADA,' I told him.

'Can you write that down?' he asked me.

'Don't worry about it, when it comes to lunch, I will tell you what to say while you talk to him, ok?'

'Anything for you and Harry,' he said again.

'Thanks.'

Was it good? I thought so, haha, I'm so self assured, review please.