AUTHOR NOTE: Heya, I'm back! This is the second chapter, and I think this may be the quickest I've ever written a fanfic! Still dedicated to Yumna (Harry) and Mena (Hermione), hope you enjoy! And don't forget to review, guys, I will love you more!

Happy Birthday to Yumna, who's birthday was 2nd August! She's now 16 and living large! Lol!

Must warn you, this chapter is kind of random. It started off well, but my mind has been in other places and somethings just don't work. I promise the next chapter will make a hell of a lot more sense than this one...


CHAPTER 2

Harry awoke the next morning from a restless sleep. The ghost had haunted his dreams, preventing him from resting. He slowly slid out of his bed and headed for the bathroom next to the dormitry. The other boys he shared the room with had left long ago, probably in order to enjoy the fresh snow on the fields outside. Harry, however, was studying his reflection in a steamy bathroom mirror, trying to order his mind. Half of him was telling him he must be imagining what he saw last night. The other half was saying that he simply wasn't that imaginative to make up something that strange. After half an hour of arguing with himself, Harry decided to forget the incident ever happened: if he told someone, he'd be shipped off to St. Mungo's Physciatric Unit or just laughed at anyway.

He returned to the dormitry and threw on the first clothes he touched. Harry walked out of the Gryffindor Common Room ten minutes later wearing jeans, a black T-shirt and Converses and headed for the Great Hall. As he walked through the corridors, he kept his head down, staring at his feet. It was a way of avoiding eye contact with anyone, therefore preventing anyone from controlling him. It was a safety measure, to prevent what had happened six months ago recurring. There was one disadvantage to this safety measure, however, and that was the tendency to bump into things and, more often than not, people. And, on this particular day, Draco Malfoy happened to be that person.

"Hey! Watch where you're going!" Malfoy exclaimed. "Oh, hello, Potter. I didn't see you there."

"Bugger off, Malfoy, I'm not in the mood." Harry raised his eyes, wanting to scare Malfoy off. He looked tired from the War, his left arm was bandaged and not very active. His skin was still pale, but what little colour there had been was long gone. His blond hair had grown long and was tied back neatly in a long plait.

"Well, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. Did Weasel leave crumbs in your bed?"

Harry tried to push past Malfoy, feeling the rage boiling up inside, but everywhere he went, Malfoy was there. "What? Did I hit a nerve? Oh, and I thought you were famous for your Gryffindor blind courage..."

Suddenly, Harry's fist connected with Malfoy's chin, sending him flying down the hallway. All Malfoy could do was watch, stunned, as Harry casually walked past him and into the Great Hall as if nothing had happened. I never knew he could do that, thought Draco, as the shock wore off and the pain set in.

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The day was uneventful, with Harry daydreaming in most of his lessons. He did not see the point to anymore learning. When you've defeated the Dark Lord, NEWTs just don't seem very important. His distracted state was not helped by the fact he could not stop thinking about the ghost he had seen the night before. He couldn't understand how someone he had seen for only a couple of minutes could occupy his mind so much.

Even Ron noticed how distracted he was during dinner. "Hey mate, " he said as he sprayed food all over the table. "What's the matter? You haven't touched your food."

"Oh, I'm OK," replied Harry. "Just thinking about stuff."

"That's good. If you're not going to eat that cake, can I have it?" He started to reach over to Harry's plate, only to have his hand slapped away by Hermione.

"Ron! Harry needs to eat. And you don't need to eat any more cake! You've already had six slices! You'll be sick AGAIN!"

"I need to keep up my strength. There's a Quidditch match in two weeks and..."

"And eating cake is NOT going to build up your strength, it's just going to make you fat!"

"I don't get fat..."

Harry just sat there, quietly laughing at his two best friends. He had grown used to their arguing and treated it like a mealtime cabaret, in fact, everyone in Gryfindor did. Their arguing was so loud, even members of the other houses had stopped eating. Even Malfoy looked up from his chocolate cake. But his attentions were focused on a different member of the Gryffindor house...


A/N: So, that's it for another chapter! Sorry for the randomness! I promise that by the end of the next chapter you will know who the ghost is. At least I hope you will!

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