Haunted with Love

"The Potter Property?" the realtor stammered.

"Yes, we'd like to see it please," affirmed Hermione. she and Ron were posing as a couple looking for a place to buy or build a house. Harry was nearby under his invisiblity cloak. "We heard about it from a friend of that family, that it is some wonderful land."

"Well, yes it is," the realtor allowed, "But there have been some... problems with it."

"Problems?" asked Hermione. Ron wasn't saying much, he didn't even know what Realtor was, much less how to act in front of one. he just held Hermione's hand and smiled.

"Well... the fact of the matter is the last family to live in it died in it some... 15 or 16 years ago, when the house blew up. It was before I took over this office." the realtor was obviously not wanting to explain.

"So," Hermione asked, not exactly sure what was so complex about that.

"Well, I think we should take a trip out there and you can see for yourself," she said.

along the way she explained that the Potters were well loved members the comminity of Godrick's Hollow. and that no one had ever had the heart to clear away the debris. so the house had sat destroyed. it was a place of local myth that littled children would dare each other to go near, but ultimately all chicken out.

when she stopped the car, Hermione stared in awe. there in front of them stood a beautiful house, painted in warm butter cream and pastel orange colors that were truly pleasing to the eye. Harry, who'd flown behind them on his broom was also shocked, so shocked that he almost fell from his broom.

the realtor continued her story. "when I took on the property, I came out here to inspect it, and finally make plans for its demolision. I remember quite clearly coming out here on July 26th, but I didn't have enough time to do a thorough inspection. so when I returned on July 27th, you can imagine my shock to find this. Beautiful home, fully restored, fully furnished, but... well it felt wrong to sell it for some reason. My mother was friends with Mrs. Potter, she used to come here for tea when I was little, and Mrs. Potter and her would trade idle town gossip. I, being only 12, was either left to my own devices, or after their boy was born, I was playing with him. Of course The husband usually kept me entertained." she chuckled to herself. "He was... odd, but in a good way. he was a great magician."

she shook herself out of her reverie. "In any case, no one in the town wanted to buy a house that put itself back up anyway. Three years after that," she continued. "I had been checking on it constantly, making sure teenagers and vagrants were taking advantage of it, I stopped by and went in. I was absolutely stunned." she moved forward and unlocked the door. they went in. "I Only went in to make sure no one was there, I never touched a thing." she guided them in. the house was in perfect condition. "Someone was cleaning. the dust covers were off the furniture, though not dust was acruing. there was the smell of fresh cleaner and every so often... well I swear I heard the scampering of feet." she shook her head. "This has been the most confusing house I've ever had in my possession."

Harry had heard enough. he rushed out the open door, and stuffed the invisiblity cloak back in his bag. with that he sauntered around the corner. "Hello, Is this the Potter Residence of Godric's Hollow?"