Ghost Hour at Hogwarts

Everybody Wants to be A Ghost (Not Really)

AN: What a ride, sorry for the long wait. If you are somewhat interested in the whys, check the end of the chapter. It's a long one again! I think they are going to be the norm from now on. Not checked for spelling errors... Anyways, enjoy!

Danny looked at him curiously and Harry whispered quietly "I can't destroy it yet but I also don't want to wear it. Any ideas?" the halfa was thoughtful for a moment before grabbing the locket and turning to Harry's Hogwarts trunk. In front of it he made his hand and locket intangible and placed the locket in the lid of the trunk. It was stuck there now and since he surrounded it with light ectoplasm no one would be able to extract it. If Harry asked he could take it easily out again, until then it was safely stowed away.

The twins stood next to each other for awhile, neither one saying anything. They both knew that this, the quiet and peacefulness wouldn't last for much longer. They were both too much of trouble magnets and important in their respective worlds. However, every hero could allow themselves a small break from time to time...

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The following days all passed by in a blur for the twins. Danny studied rigorously and Harry reconciled with his friends and helped clean the house. They made huge progress, only for the next day to have chaos reign supreme once more- thanks to Kreacher.

The little, vicious house elf was more of a burden than any help and if it weren't for Harry's good natured soul, he would shake the elf and ask him why he felt the need to make everything harder?? As they cleaned, the old elf kept sneaking little and mostly cursed trinkets to his own small chamber. More than once Sirius had to step in and order Kreacher to put the objects back so that they may cleanse them and then throw them away.

What was even worse: Kreacher somehow managed to do the complete opposite of the usual work description of a house elf. He managed to get the cleaned rooms back to their dusty and unwelcoming state within a couple of hours. Harry kept wondering why he would do such a thing and made it his goal to find out, if only so that Sirius wouldn't go completely crazy alone in a house that was far from welcoming. His godfather already had too much on his plate.

Harry smiled a little as he watched Sirius and his brother talking about animagi. He too was interested but had barely any time as it is. From what he heard, it took almost a whole year and one couldn't talk for three months. So yeah, considering a megalomaniac and murderer was after him, while trying to take over Wizarding Britain, he couldn't even try to become an animagus just yet.

While they cleaned, Harry's mind was fortunately set on other, more trivial things, like cleaning. That meant he didn't think about his upcoming trial too much and was almost shocked when during one evening his godfather spoke up to ask him if he was nervous "It is completely understandable if you are nervous, Harry. Don't worry though, they can't convict you of having done anything wrong, still, I wouldn't put it past the wretched Ministry to try anyways. The dementors have to have gotten orders from someone and we know that it wasn't Voldemort."

Several people flinched at the mention of the name and Danny looked at Harry in exasperation, they both thought the fear of Voldemort's name was getting ridiculous. Sure, Sirius had mentioned that there used to be some sort of spell on the name and when someone said it out loud, Voldemort would know where the person was and could apparate there. However, right now they were in a house put under the Fidelius Charm which meant that Voldemort couldn't come in even if he wanted to. And at Hogwarts? Well, the wards pretty much prevented apparition, so they could say his name there, too.

Besides, Harry was pretty sure that Voldemort did not want anyone to know that he was back, it probably brought some sort of sick satisfaction to him to read all the rubbish the Ministry was spouting about him and Dumbledore.