"Where are you going again?"

Harry let out a frustrated sigh. Here we go again, he thought.

At first, Danny was really excited when Harry's invitation letter came in the post - or more accurately - the owl post. The boys had never seen an owl before and Danny thought that any school that sends a letter using a freaking owl was a place Harry had to attend.

He had stars in his eyes when the Hogwarts representative, Professor McGonagall, talked to Harry about the different classes and culture around magic. The school actually taught astronomy as a core subject! Neat!

Maddie and Jack were all for it, too. "Maybe these wizard people will teach Harry magical ways to capture ghosts!" Professor McGonagall had looked taken aback at that statement while Jazz, Danny, and Harry turned red with mortification.

Danny's world came crashing down when he asked if he could go with Harry. Professor McGonagall gave him a look that was both uncomfortable and filled with pity. Apparently only those who have magic can go to Hogwarts.

Since then, Danny had been adamantly against Harry going to Hogwarts. He complained about the school, saying things like "It's a hoax!", or "That McGonadull cannot be trusted." Eventually, everyone just started ignoring him.

When he saw his efforts were in vain, Danny became depressed. He realized that nothing he could say or do would change what was going to happen. After that, he often aimlessly lurked around the house, the expression of despair etched into his face.

Danny was splayed on his bed across from Harry, gloomily gazing at the constellation-filled ceiling. During the summer, the boys had spent an afternoon tacking the glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling, taking extra care to make sure it matched the night sky.

Ignoring Danny's dejected tone Harry replied positively, "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." He paused in his packing and waited for the inevitable retort.

"Why are you choosing to go to a school named after a pig's nasty blemish?" Danny questioned thickly.

Harry let out another sigh, this one with more frustration. "Danny, I need to know about my family," he said, frowning at his forlorn brother.

During her visit, Professor McGonagall told Harry and the Fentons about Harry's past and how his biological parents died ten years ago the night he was found on the Fentons' doorstep. Needless to say, the news was shocking. Instead of an accident, someone had murdered Harry's parents in cold blood, and tried to kill him, too.

For a long time after, Harry mourned the loss of his family and wondered what his life would have been like if they were still alive. He wondered what his parents were like, if they would have loved him, if he would have still known the Fentons, if he would have had siblings like Danny and Jazz. When that last thought crossed his mind, he would stop himself. 'No, no one can replace Danny and Jazz.'

During their conversation, Professor McGonagall also told Harry that his parents had magic and that they would have wanted him to go to Hogwarts. This was Harry's main reasoning for his decision to go. He wanted to know more about his parents and where they came from. He wanted to know about the world they lived in and be a part of it.

"I thought I was your family." Danny's hurtful tone cut through Harry's musings. Harry gave him a pointed look.

"Danny, you know what I mean. I need to know more about my past. There's a whole world out there that I'm a part of and I have no clue about. There's a part of me that I need to find, and I can't find it here. I'm gonna miss you, but I'm going to Hogwarts," Harry stated firmly.

Danny sniffed. "But I don't want you to go," he mumbled miserably. Tears welled up in his eyes.

Harry's gaze softened. He got up from his place on the floor and moved to sit next to Danny. He pulled his brother upright and wrapped his arms around him. "I love you Danny, and I promise I'll write to you every week."

"I love you too," Danny mumbled in Harry's arms.

"On the bright side, since I'll be writing every week, you'll get to see much more of Hedwig!" Harry exclaimed with enthusiasm. He knew he had won Danny over when he mentioned his new feathered friend. The kid loved that bird!

Harry had brought her home after a school supply trip with another Hogwarts representative named Hagrid. The man was larger than their father, but just as joyful. They travelled to a street mall that contained wizarding stores and kiosks for students and adults alike. Harry found himself enjoying the trip and learning more about the wizarding world from his massive companion. Hagrid really liked Harry and tried his best to explain the intricacies of the world unknown to muggles (non-magical folk). He ended up giving Hedwig to Harry to celebrate his birthday.

Danny instantly took a liking to the owl when he first saw her. He buried his face in her disheveled feathers in an attempt to cuddle. However, Hedwig retaliated by trying to claw his face off. He then tried to gain her favor by offering her a mouse as a peace offering and she begrudgingly accepted it. Ever since then, the pair could be seen together, Danny lovingly stroking her feathers and Hedwig tolerating his presence. The bird was too proud to admit it, but Harry could tell that his brother was growing on her.

Harry continued, "Though the trip across the Atlantic might be tiring for her. We might need to use the Hogwarts owls occasionally."

"Do you think a muggle could have their own owl?" Danny asked, finally looking up at Harry. A spark of hope filled his watery eyes.

"Maybe, I'll ask around at school. If they say yes, that'll be the first thing I buy you," Harry promised, giving Danny's shoulder a reassuring squeeze. In addition to learning that he was a wizard, Harry also discovered that his parents were rather wealthy, and he had inherited all their money.

Harry was glad that Danny seemed to cheer up a bit. A small smile was beginning to form on his face when suddenly it took a downward turn. He gazed back on the floor with a sniff, and Harry inwardly cursed at whatever stole the mood. He didn't like seeing Danny this way.

"Who's going to help me deal with Dash?" Danny asked. The dejected tone was back.

A wave of guilt went through Harry. Danny had a lot of bullies, and he would need to learn how to handle his problems without Harry. Standing up to them would be difficult since Danny was too small to fight back, and the casualties it would cause would most likely go unnoticed by his parents and teachers.

"Jazz will help you out when she can, and when she's not around, stick close to the teachers," he told his younger brother. Danny nodded glumly, but remained discouraged. Jazz wouldn't make much of a difference. When Danny was in trouble, she'd occasionally try talking to the bullies like a therapist. Sometimes it would confuse them long enough for Danny to sneak away, but oftentimes they would just ignore her and continue their beat down.

Harry looked at his brother with a calculating gaze. He saw the potential in Danny and knew that one day, he would be able to handle Dash on his own. He was more resourceful and courageous than he gave himself credit for. "You know, one of these days Dash is going to move on from you," he said seriously. Danny met his eyes with a glimmer of hope. "He'll find someone new to pick on. Another victim to mock and mercilessly tear down." Danny's expression fell and he looked down at his hands sullenly. "Do you want someone else to be treated the same way you are by that jerk?" Danny took a moment, but shook his head silently.

Harry nodded satisfied. "Good. It doesn't feel good to be thought of as less than dirt. To be made fun of just because your parents believe in something unusual. That's what makes you different. People find differences in others, and they use it to alienate them from the group. Dash will do this to some new poor soul down the line. When he does, you have to be there to help. You know how it feels, and you've learned how to cope. Do you think you can do that?" When he saw Danny shift uneasily, he added, "Think about it."

Danny furrowed his brow. He was sick and tired of getting bullied. The thought of Dash picking on someone else for a change was relieving, and was something that he guiltily wanted. He couldn't do what Harry was asking of him.

Realization sank in Danny as he watched his brother continue packing. It was well known that Harry readily stood up to Dash and his cronies whenever Danny or another student needed help. It often got him hurt and into trouble with the adults, but he took a stand so that those who were less fortunate wouldn't suffer as much. Harry was asking him to take his place at school.

He could feel Harry's guilt for not only leaving his brother to face the wolves alone, but also asking him to face those wolves for others as well.

"I'll do it." Danny declared seriously. "It's crazy, and I'll get beat up, but I'll do it. No one deserves to be put down because some stupid jock decides he's bored."

Harry's smile grew into a large grin and he ruffled Danny's hair. One trait they both shared is their messy raven-colored hair. Danny smiled back.

"Keep that stubborn determination up, and one day your name will be famous!" Harry beamed.

"Then I'll be the rich one and you'll be asking for an owl!" Danny responded cheekily, grinning back.

"I could never replace Hedwig!" Harry cried out in mock horror. The boys laughed and looked at Hedwig who hooted indignantly. When the laughter ended, Danny gave Harry a sober look.

"You better come home as soon as you can. I'm really gonna miss you, Harry," Danny confessed seriously.

"I promise I will. Now help me pack so I don't forget anything," Harry replied.

Danny eyed the overstuffed trunk and picked a book up from the pile. Waving it in the air he said stubbornly, "And this better come back with you; I haven't had the chance to finish it." Harry looked up to see what his brother was talking about.

Rolling his eyes, Harry replied, "Leave it to Danny to disregard spells, magic, and potions for an astronomy textbook." Giving Danny an exasperated look he relented, "I promise I'll bring the book back."

"And in good condition!" Danny added persistently. Harry huffed, but gave a grunt of assent. The pair spent the rest of the evening working together to stuff as much junk as they could fit in the already filled trunk.


Harry's alarm went off before sunrise. Groggily, he sat up and took note of the empty bed next to him. Concluding that Danny must have already gotten up for the day, he began his morning routine. He quickly dressed, brushed his teeth, and packed away any last-minute items. As he finished, he looked around the room and a sad feeling lingered in the air.

Once I leave this room, I will not see it again for 4 months, he thought to himself. It was a bittersweet feeling. Harry grew up in this room, and Fentonworks had been the only place he had ever called home. His gaze roved over several stains on the carpet and his hand traced over carvings and markings on the desk and walls. Each one held a different memory. I hope Hogwarts will give me as many memories as this place has. That it becomes a place I can call a second home. His hand stopped on a constellation Danny carved on the window trimming. And people I can call family.

Harry was brought out of his thoughts when Hedwig hooted irritably. He looked over at her in sympathy.

"Sorry Hedwig, you'll have go in the cage for now. I won't be able to take you out again until we reach Hogwarts." She gave him a look of disdain and Harry shrugged it off.

Grabbing his backpack, he hoisted it onto his shoulders and began lugging his trunk downstairs. Leaving the heavy luggage by the front door, Harry walked into the kitchen. Jazz was sitting at the table reading a book, while Jack was fixing a small gadget and Maddie was cooking bacon and eggs. There was an old rusty tin can in the center of the table.

Harry made his presence known by asking cautiously, "Has the bacon shown any signs of movement?" Maddie's food had a tendency to reanimate and violently attack any nearby human.

"Oh honey, look at you!" Maddie exclaimed, ignoring Harry's question and walking over to him. She attempted to fix his messy hair, as Harry tried to pull away. It was a futile attempt for both parties. "All grown up and going to some fancy wizard school."

Jack looked up from his gadget and answered Harry. "Not yet, son!" he said boisterously. Glaring at the frying food, he brandished the device in his hands defensively and added, "But we must remain vigilant!"

Maddie grabbed Harry's chin gently and turned him towards her. "You listen here, young man. I expect you to be on your best behavior at this new school. You are there to learn, not to fool around. Stay out of trouble, and do your homework," she ordered in a stern voice. "I don't want to receive any letters from the school regarding any rule-breaking, you hear?"

"Yes mom," Harry mumbled. Maddie pulled Harry into a strong hug.

"I'm gonna miss you so much," she told him with a wet voice. Harry winced and looked up at his adoptive mother, spotting tears in her eyes.

"Don't worry mom, I'll write to you as often as I can. And I'll be home for Christmas; you'll hardly know I'm gone," he assured with a smile. This only made Maddie burst into a sob.

"Nice wording, little brother," Jazz snarked from her book. Harry sent her a glare.

"Speaking of little brothers, where's Danno?" Jack questioned, looking up from his gadget.

"Ever since he heard Harry's leaving, he's been so gloomy," Maddie mused in a concerned voice.

"I'm right here!" called a voice from the living room. Danny bounced into the room, surprising everyone with a wide grin. He had dirt on his face and was covered head to foot in leaves. In his hands was a wiggling mouse.

"Danny, don't bring that in here!" Maddie scolded.

"But it's for Hedwig. She'll starve if she doesn't get food before her journey!" he told his mother.

Jazz snorted. "You realize owls are nocturnal so she probably already ate and will most likely sleep during the whole trip," she said in a know-it-all voice. Danny's face soured into a pout.

Giving Jazz a reprimanding glare, Maddie turned back to Danny. Trying to hide her disgust at the rodent in front of her, she gently said, "I'm sure Hedwig will appreciate your… present, Danny. Hurry up and give it to her, then come back down and say goodbye to your brother." Danny nodded and ran out of the room.

"Now let's get some breakfast in you before you leave, honey," Maddie said to Harry, pulling a chair out for him to sit in. She returned to the food on the stove.

Jazz put down her book and looked at Harry as Maddie placed a plate of food in front of him. "So how're you getting to Hogwarts? Today's the first day of school and you're thousands of miles away."

Jazz's question startled Harry mid-bite as he realized he had no clue how he was getting to Hogwarts. Before panic could settle in, Jack placed his gadget down and pointed enthusiastically at the rusty tin can in the center of the table.

"This thingy-ma-jig will take Harry!" he exclaimed. Harry and Jazz looked at their dad quizzically. Seeing the confusion in his children's faces, he faltered. "It's a porthole…," he trailed off.

"Portkey, sweety," Maddie corrected. "According to Mr. Dumbledore's letter - he's the headmaster, hon, - that thing will start glowing at 5:45 a.m., giving you fifteen minutes to board the Hogwarts Express Train before it leaves for Hogwarts."

Harry sighed in relief. Leave it to mom to have a plan and work out all the details with the adults.

Danny walked back into the kitchen. Taking his place next to Harry he grinned cheekily. "You ready to go to Pigfarts?!" he asked boisterously. Harry rolled his eyes.

"In a few minutes," Harry said, glancing at the clock on the wall.

"I brought Hedwig down for you; she looks pretty upset. I think the mouse helped though," Danny commented, stealing a slice of bacon from Harry's plate. Harry wrinkled his nose as a few lingering leaves fell on his plate.

"Thanks," Harry said through his glass, taking a sip of orange juice.

Danny's face turned serious. "Look, I'm not happy that you're leaving, and I'll probably hate Hogwarts forever for taking you away, but I want you to be happy. Even if that means that you are not here for most of the year. At least I still get to see you during school breaks."

Harry looked at his brother with appreciation. Jack grinned widely at his son and ruffled his hair, and Harry pulled Danny into a hug. Earnestly, he said, "Thanks Danny, that means more to me than you know."

Pulling away, Danny began fishing through his pockets. "Before I forget, here." He placed a small keychain rocket in Harry's hand.

"It's a model of the Apollo 11," Danny said. "It's the first spaceship to land on the moon. I like to hold on to it when I need courage, since the Apollo crewmates had to show courage in facing the unknown during their mission. That's kinda what you're doing now." He shifted in his seat uncomfortably.

Feeling touched, Harry looked up from the keychain. "Thanks Danny, I'll treasure this forever."

Maddie burst into renewed tears at the touching display.

"Good," Danny said, finishing off his stolen bacon.

Finishing his breakfast, Harry stood up with a stretch and looked around at his family.

"Well, I should probably bring the can to my things," he said, looking towards the living room.

Grabbing the rusty object, Jazz stood up. "Let's go together."

The Fenton family moved into the living room. Placing the tin can on top of Harry's trunk, Jazz looked over at her adoptive brother.

"Harry, don't forget, that no matter what happens or where you go, you'll always be a Fenton, but more importantly, you're my little brother," Jazz said, embracing Harry.

Harry's eyes welled up but he refused to let the tears fall. "By two months." he grumbled in her arms.

"And I'll never let you forget it," Jazz said with a smirk. Pulling away, she winked at him.

"You'll be the first Fenton to explore the world of Magic!" Jack boasted proudly. Harry smiled at him. "Come here kid," he said as he pulled Harry in a bear hug. "No matter what happens over there, keep your chin up and don't give up your beliefs when the doubters try to drag you down. Us Fentons gotta stay true to who we are."

Harry looked up at his adoptive father with mild curiosity. All his life he thought that Jack and Maddie Fenton were oblivious to the murmurs and jeers of their peers. When Harry looked up at Jack he knew he was wrong. In Jack's eyes spoke a story of pain and sorrow, but determination. Mr. and Mrs. Fenton knew what everyone thought of them but stayed firm in their passion and beliefs. They wouldn't let harsh words or isolation stop them from discovering the truth.

Harry saw Jack in a new light, and for the first time in his life, felt proud to call him his father.

"I will, Dad," he promised with admiration. Jack nodded and released him.

Harry then turned Danny, who grinned back and punched him playfully in the arm. "Go get 'em, Lightning Strike!"

"Don't think for a second you're getting away from a hug, you space nerd!" he said aggressively, quickly grabbing Danny into a hug before he could get away.

"That's not my name, you mop-for-a-head brother!" he shouted back, struggling to get free.

"I could say the same about you. But seriously, I'm really gonna miss you," Harry said honestly, as he tightened his hug and burrowed his head into Danny's shoulder. Danny stopped his playful struggle and hugged his brother back.

"Yeah, me too. Take care of yourself Harry," he mumbled.

Letting go, Harry was quickly wrapped in a loving embrace from his mother and his tears finally fell.

"We will be waiting to hear from you sweetie. Tell us everything about school," she said lovingly as tears flowed down her face. "And don't forget, we're always here for you."

The rusty tin can on the trunk began to glow and vibrate, startling the Fentons and Harry from their heartfelt goodbyes. He quickly grabbed hold of the can in one hand and his trunk and Hedwig's cage in the other. Turning to his family, he glimpsed their teary waves before he was sent spinning into the unknown.


When Harry first arrived at King's Cross, he was in an alleyway next to the station. Judging by the sun's position overhead, it was late in the morning. This was a stark contrast to Illinois, where dawn was just breaking.

Making his way into the station, he struggled to find Platform 9 ¾ since he could only find platforms nine and ten. Before his panic could settle in, he overheard a family of redheads trying to get to the platform as well. They helped him run through a barrier and found that it led to a train platform. The ruby red train had the words 'Hogwarts Express' written across the front, and Harry knew he had found the right place. As for the redheaded family, well, one of its members followed him into the train compartment and was currently sitting across from him.

"Ron Weasley," the boy said, suddenly offering a hand. Harry quickly grabbed it and shook it.

"Harry Potter," Harry said nervously. During his trip to Diagon Alley, he learned very quickly that saying his name in the wizarding community brought unpredictable reactions.

"Blimey! No way!" Ron said with shock. "Mate, you're famous!"

"I'm aware," Harry grumbled in disdain.

"So do you really have a scar?" he asked excitedly. Harry nodded and moved his bangs away so that Ron could see the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead.

"Wicked!" Ron admired. "Does it still hurt?"

Harry shrugged. "Not really, it's just a scar. I don't like to think too much about how I got it." He mumbled the last part, thinking about his biological parents.

Realizing the implications, Ron shook himself out of his stupor. "Sorry mate, it's not everyday you meet a hero," he said with a guilty smile. Harry's cheeks tinged red at the comment.

"I was literally a baby. How could I be a hero if I didn't know what I was doing?" he said indignantly, crossing his arms.

"Even if one isn't aware of their actions, they can still be considered a hero if the deed does an incredible service for someone or a group of people," came a smart reply from the train corridor. The boys looked toward their open compartment as a girl with bushy hair walked in with an air of curiosity. "I'm Hermione Granger, and you are...?"

"Ron Weasley, and that's Harry Potter," Ron said, poking a finger in Harry's direction. Hermione's eyes widened and moved to Harry's scar which was still in sight.

"You really are! I just read about you in Modern Magical History! You killed the Dark Lord, saving wizards and muggles alike!" Harry's face grew a shade darker during her recitation.

"Yeah, well like I said before, I was one," he said, looking out the window. "I didn't even know what happened until a month ago. My adoptive parents are muggles and had no clue about magic."

"Really?! I just learned about magic too!" Hermione said excitedly, taking a seat without being invited. Harry was uncomfortable with the girl. She sounded precocious, and her know-it-all attitude reminded him annoyingly of Jazz. "My parents are ordinary dentists. No magic in them whatsoever. Needless to say, they were quite surprised when an owl flew through the door with a letter," she laughed, thinking back on the memory.

Harry thought back fondly on his own memory of the day the Hogwarts owl flew into Fentonworks. His thoughts were interrupted when Hermione continued, "Ever since that morning, I've been learning as much as I can about magic. I don't want to start behind everyone else."

Harry gave a nervous chuckle. In all honesty, he hadn't touched his books since purchasing them. Jazz had read through a few of them over the summer and he had to practically pry his astronomy book out of Danny's hand, but other than that, the books remained on his shelf until he packed them up yesterday.

"How did Harry Potter end up with muggles?" Ron asked bluntly. "American ones too, judging by your accent."

"Some wizards left me on the doorstep of my mom's cousin. The Fentons were friends with my biological parents and searched for them for years to find out what happened. No one bothered to tell them or me. They just left me there," Harry said bitterly. Not wanting to stay on the topic, he looked up at his two classmates and said with a smile, "But their faces when that owl flew through the kitchen was priceless." Ron broke into a snicker, and Harry grinned further. "My parents stood there gawking at the poor thing, and my brother, Danny, terrorized it by bouncing up and down trying to catch it in a hug." He gave a small laugh. "And then my sister, Jazz, came running in to see what the commotion was all about, and the owl frantically flew in her hair to find shelter!" They burst into laughter. Hermione looked at the two boys scathingly.

"That poor owl could have gotten hurt, and your poor sister!" she scolded. Ron ignored her, continuing his laughter with gusto. He wiped a tear joyfully.

Harry however settled down with a smirk. "Jazz handled the situation like a champ. Believe me, she's taken on weirder things than an owl flying in the kitchen." Looking at Hermione's confused expression he took on a mocking tone and said, "My parents are ghost hunters. They research and create inventions for the spectral beings out there." He frowned. "Though they have never found or studied a ghost in their life."

"And you said your parents are muggles?" Hermione asked curiously. Harry nodded. She excitedly continued, "But ghosts are real. I've read all about it in Hogwarts, a History ! They're all over the school! In fact, each house has a ghost associated with it. What house do you think you'll be placed in? I hope I'm placed in Gryffindor. It sounds by far the best option, though I wouldn't mind Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff. Did you know-" the rest was lost on Harry. He was too busy scrutinizing the girl. He couldn't wrap his mind around the fact that Hermione Granger believes in ghosts. Hermione, a seemingly sensible young lady, was under the full belief that spectral beings dwell among the living. Not just anywhere, but that they lived in Hogwarts. I can't catch a break, Harry thought to himself, shaking his head. Out of all the compartments, I get the one with a ghost believer. How typical.

He looked over at Ron who was gaping at the influx of information he was getting from the girl across from him. Hermione took no notice and continued explaining Hogwarts' traditions with enthusiasm. Soon a stocky boy came in looking for his missing toad. Offering to help, Hermione left.

"Blimey, I hope she doesn't end up in Gryffindor. That's the house I want to go in, but I don't want her there too," Ron said, wrinkling his nose. Harry nodded in agreement.

The rest of the trip was spent with the two boys talking about their families, friends, and hobbies. Ron was fascinated by all the things that muggles could do without using magic, and Harry was struggling to believe all the things wizards could do with magic. Harry bought a ton of enchanted candy for himself and Ron to share, saving some on the side to send to Jazz and Danny with his first letter. They were interrupted occasionally by Ron's brothers, Hermione with the stocky boy (Neville Longbottom), and a snobby boy named Draco Malfoy. Eventually the train made it to Hogsmeade. Putting on wizard cloaks the boys made their way to the boats, where the first years were supposed to go.

The boat tugged them forward with an invisible force. As the boat rounded a corner, they spotted a giant fortress before them.

"That's Hogwarts Castle," Hermione whispered in awe.

"Wow," Harry breathed with equal awe.

Once the boats made it to the shore, the first years climbed the steps toward the entrance hall. Waiting for further instructions, the children chatted amongst themselves.

Suddenly a chill in the air brought their attention to their surroundings. Coming through the walls were pale white beings who floated above the students. Harry gaped at the beings with wide eyes. A jolt of fear went through him as he remembered his mother's words. 'Ghosts are formed from a particularly malevolent post-human consciousness, usually with a drive or obsession it must complete. If you see one, you must run and hide.' He took a step back and looked at his fellow classmates who looked at the spectral beings with awe. Why weren't they running?!

"They're not going to hurt anyone," a voice behind him said calmly. Harry spun around and came face-to-face with Hermione Granger.

"What makes you say that?" he snapped back, panic rising.

"Because we're quite friendly, young chap," came an ethereal voice. Harry turned and paled at the ghost before him. A shiver went down Harry's spine, but the specter took no notice. Instead, he bowed to Harry and said, "Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington. At your service."

"Harry," he sputtered. He stuck out a shaky hand to the ghost who looked down longingly at it.

"My apologies, young sir, but I am not strong enough to form a tangible body. In fact, all the ghosts here at Hogwarts are considered 'shades'. We cannot form a solid structure and thus remain intangible, which is why you have nothing to fear from us. All we can do is this!" Nick stuck his hand through Harry's outstretched one causing him to shiver as his hand felt like it fell in an icy bucket of water. "None of the ghosts here hold any ill intentions, except for maybe Peeves. You should watch out for him. He's the only ghost that can turn tangible and he can be quite the prankster-"

"Nick, we don't have time to talk to the young'uns, let's get to the feast!" a bloody ghost shouted above them.

Nick looked at Harry apologetically and with a wave he said, "See you later!"

Harry stared at the place the ghost had been floating in shock. "Ghosts are real," he said to himself, "Ghosts are real !" He looked in the direction where Nick flew off with curiosity. "And they're not evil?"