I have been ridiculously busy these past few weeks? Why did I decide to go to grad school again? Oh yeah, more money.

I do not own AHS or HP

Chapter 7

"I'll wait. Forever if I have to."-Tate Langdon

"I can't believe this!"

"Violet, please, see it from our point of view." Ben sighed.

"You're just going to ignore everything he has done?" Violet asked angrily.

"We will never forget," Vivien stepped forward," We all have to live here, but if we do not look away from the past we will never be content."

For the first time in years all of the ghosts of the house had gathered and were aware. Most of them had drifted in and out of awareness since the new owner showed up. All of them were in agreement for once.

No one wanted the new owner dead or harmed.

His presence brought them peace. Something a good portion of them hadn't felt in decades. Some hadn't felt it even when they were alive.

Everyone felt it except Violet.

"I can't. I can't look past it."

A few of the ghosts shook their heads at the teenaged girl.

"I don't see why not. As far as I know Tate never directly wronged you, girly." Chad said. He and Patrick were leaning against the wall hand in hand.

"He hurt my family." Violet flushed darkly.

"And yet they are the people telling you to let it go." Patrick added snidely.

"She's jealous." Hayden laughed and stepped forward from the crowd of spirits.

"I am not!"

"You poor girl," Hayden mocked, "you tossed him away and now someone else has your toy. Didn't expect him to find someone else that wants him, huh?"

"You're wrong!"

"You sent him away," Hayden sneered, "you sent him away. Did you want him to come crawling back to you after a few years of isolation? Break him even more just to build him back up into what you actually wanted?"

"How did that work out for you?" Hayden smiled darkly.

Violet vanished and Hayden laughed.

The older spirits sank back into peaceful oblivion, but the more aware remained.

Moira turned to the Harmons.

"You need to do something about her. Harry has brought nothing, but peace." She frowned. "Constance died off the grounds because of him. If he had never offered her a home she would have trespassed and died here. I am grateful I do not have to spend eternity with her."

No one had wanted Constance stuck there. She had caused just as much pain as Tate although hers was much more malicious.

Violet was going to be a problem.

It was difficult to punish a ghost and impossible to contain them. Physical pain was ineffective and isolation was welcome. The only true pain for them was emotional.

"I miss being able to ground her." Ben sighed.

"Hello."

"Hello I'm Harry." Harry smiled playing along.

Harry pulled another weed from his garden.

Violet hesitated for a moment. Despite all of her meddling this was the first time she had actually met Harry.

The boy was very beautiful and something about him called out to her. Made her feel…content.

She ignored it.

"I just moved back in town the other day. Have you seen Tate?" she asked.

"He's around here somewhere," Harry answered, "I could tell him you stopped by. Who are you again?"

"Violet, his ex-girlfriend."

Oh so that's how she wanted to play it?

"Really? Why did you break up?" Harry asked pulling another weed.

"I moved away. We didn't want to try for a long distance relationship. Too stressful."

Harry nodded distractedly.

"Just let him know I stopped by, okay? We have to catch up." Violet left.

Harry frowned darkly. He wanted nothing more than to rip her soul to shreds for this little ploy. Harry wasn't foolish; she was trying to come in between him and Tate. Harry wouldn't let her.

Tate was his.

But…but Tate loved her still. Harry might have gotten away with killing Constance, but if he dealt with Violet he was sure that Tate would react badly.

Harry would have to wait. Violet would fuck up and Tate would see reason.

And then Harry could get rid of that little bint.

Tate entered his and Harry's room, but it wasn't their's right now. It was Violet's.

Every ghost in the house had the ability to take a space and revert it back to what it was when they were alive. Ben had done so with his office a few days ago.

Violet had reverted the bedroom back to hers. She was sitting on her bed and listening to music. Tate stopped in surprise.

"Violet?" he whispered.

"Hey, Tate. You want to listen to some music with me?"

Tate sat beside Violet and they listened to music like they had done when she had first moved in, when she was still alive. Tate felt like he was in a dream.

"You want to be my friend again?" Tate asked unsurely. He had waited. He had sworn that he would wait forever for her.

Violet smiled at him and for the second time in weeks Tate felt hope.

They continued to meet when Harry was busy. Tate didn't mind; it was a nice change of pace. Usually, when Harry was busy Tate was with Beauregard and lately Ben. Sometimes he was with Michael too, but that was it.

Now, it was different. He finally had his friend back. Violet was the only girl that Tate felt had understood him. Or at least she had until he did all of those things that made her hate him. It was okay now though. She didn't care anymore and they could be friends again.

He had his boyfriend, his son, his brother, and two friends now.

Tate had never been happier.

Tate slipped into bed late again,the fourth time that week. He curled around Harry or at least he tried to. Harry sat up and frowned at him.

"Where have you been lately, love?" he asked.

"I've just been busy." He sat up too and shrugged.

Harry just looked at Tate. He cupped his cheek and stroked it with his thumb softly.

"I'm giving you a new rule, Tate" Harry looked at him seriously, "Do not lie to me."

Tate flinched.

"I'm sorry. It's just…I've been hanging out with Violet lately. She wants to be friends again."

Harry held in a snarl. Instead, he leaned over and kissed Tate roughly. He pushed Tate back onto the bed and straddled him. He proceeded to drive every single thought of Violet out of Tate's head.

Afterward, they cuddled together. Harry ran his fingers through Tate's hair.

"You are mine." He kissed Tate possessively.

"I know," Tate smiled happily, "you're mine too."

Tate soon drifted off while Harry continued stroking his hair.

Tate was ignorant of Violet's plans, but Harry wasn't. Unfortunately, for her it would soon backfire. Harry was the jealous type and he did not share well.

Violet would get what was coming to her.

AN: Violet. Violet. Violet. You better quit poking that hornet's nest.