Kind of a filler chapter, hope you guys enjoy it anyway. Thankyou to Amy and AntisepticThroatLozenges for their reviews, it really does mean a lot. Also, as this is a shorter story, the chapters will all be shorter than normal.

Chapter 3-Melanie

But Tom was very wrong. In two months, Harriet had done wonders to the house. Before they crossed the bridge they saw her old house; empty and dark. But as soon as they crossed the bridge to the Hamilton house, it was like they were visiting a new place. The ramshackle garden was neat and tidy and trimmed back to look civilised. The house had been cleaned and the windowsills and guttering painted, as well as the gates. Big holes in the fence had been filled in. but somehow, the house looked old and spooky and beautiful, with the big tall pine trees and cobblestone paths and stone fences.

Harry and Danny got out of the car, helping their two less-able band-mates out and following the too familiar path to the front door. As Dougie gripped Harry's arm for support, and Tom leant on his crutches, staring out across the field that had caused him the accident, Danny knocked on the big wooden door; the one they had been so terrified of the first time.

'Guys!' a voice exclaimed from behind them, making them all jump, causing Dougie to run over to the bushes to empty his stomach once again. 'I didn't scare him that much did I?' Melanie asked innocently, smiling down at the boys, shimmering.

'Mel!' the three exclaimed, resisting the urge to hug her.

'Hi,' she grinned, waving.

'How have you been?' Tom asked, as she floated down and sat cross legged on the wall beside the front door.

'Great, Harriet is awesome and it's so amazing having everyone here!' she exclaimed excitedly. She seemed brighter and much happier than the last time they'd seen her. The last time, she had been depressed about being a ghost, but there was something definitely brighter about her.

'That's good!' Danny smiled as Dougie stumbled back over to them wiping his mouth.

'Excuse Dougie, he's got the stomach flu,' Harry explained quickly as Melanie looked at him with a concerned look on her face.

'Oh yeah, Harriet did mention something about that,' she said dreamily.

'Where are the others?' Danny asked quickly as soon as Harriet's name was mentioned.

'Inside, painting one of the rooms I think,' Melanie replied, 'I'll take you to them, we've been expecting you.' She stood up and floated through the door, opening it as she went. 'Shoes off!' she called as she went.

The four stepped over the step into the house and gasped. The icky blue carpet had disappeared, as had the horrible portraits. There were creamy, neutral yellow walls with a table beside the door, with nothing up the hall, except for some artistic photographs in frames and polished floorboards.

'Wow,' Harry breathed as he padded behind Melanie in his socks.

'She's done a good job hasn't she?' Melanie called airily as she went up the hall.

'You can say that again,' Tom whispered, hobbling his way behind everyone. Melanie breezed up the newly carpeted and polished staircase and up to the neutral landing. She opened the third door that they remembered as Margaret's room. It smelled of paint.

'Danny! Harry! Dougie! Tom!' Harriet's voice squealed loudly, throwing herself into Danny's arms.

'Hey!' Danny exclaimed, hugging her back. Harry and Tom smiled in greeting, while Dougie swallowed deeply and waved, the colour draining from his cheeks.

'How the heck did you finish this all?' Danny exclaimed, kissing her cheek as she let go. She turned bright red and looked at her paint splattered shoes.

'I've had a bit of help. Because the house was free, I used most of my money to hire people to help. I couldn't do it all on my own. But the girls have been helping me as much as they can, and we're just painting the last room today,' Harriet beamed. Danny stared at her. Her blonde hair was tied back in a scarf, a checked shirt undone with paint splattered all over it over a white top. Her jeans were covered in the same yellowish paint and they were tucked into her Converses. She turned even redder as Danny's eyes looked her up and down.

'So um... You want a tour of the house?' she asked uncomfortably.

'Where's the other two?' Harry asked, gently moving to take Dougie's arm as he swayed.

'They're downstairs. The girls have all got a room to themselves, the really big empty one, where they put all their stuff. It's been separated into three rooms. I'm painting all these ones up for guests. I've got the one on the end, the old sewing room,' Harriet gibbered as she led them down the stairs.

'I'm sorry, I really have to go,' Dougie exclaimed, clapping a hand over his mouth and running down the stairs.

'I'll go with him, he needs to drink,' Harry explained as he ran after him.

'Is he okay?' Harriet asked worriedly.

'I don't think we should've bought him. He's really not well,' Tom sighed as he hobbled down the stairs, Melanie and Danny behind him.

'He'll be okay,' Danny said firmly.

'What about you Tom? I thought you would have been out of plaster by now?' Harriet asked.

'Nope. Apparently it was an awkward break, so they are making me keep it for another three weeks after the usual time,' Tom sighed, 'I get it off next weekend.'

'Oh that's not good,' Harriet said quietly.

'Yup...' Tom replied, looking at his feet.