Descendant.

Two.

Classes were a tad boring if you'd ask me. Between Professor Flitwick telling me that I was preforming my spells incorrectly, and Slughorn scolding me for making the potion wrong (after it exploded all over my partner, Seamus Finnigan) it wasn't a good day.

I sat down next to Ginny and Harry who were currently snogging their faces off. "Can you two get a room?" I grumbled. Thank God they stopped. Ron was across the table stuffing his face with not one, but two chicken legs, and it was disgusting. There was no point in trying to tell him it was gross because he's just continue to eat like a pig anyways. We were into our second week of school already, and things weren't looking good for me. I keep getting distracted by whats happening in my own personal life, rather then paying attention to the important things like schooling. Soon enough I'll be known as the Dumbest Witch of Her Age rather then the Smartest Witch of Her Age.

McGonagall was now our Head Mistress. Her second in command was now Flitwick. McGonagall still taught trasfiguration.

I still couldn't bear walking into the Great Hall. It looked the same way as it did eight years ago when I first was sorted into Gryffindor, but I remember how there were dead bodies of my friends all over the floor, and dead bodies of the Death Eaters strewn around the castle. It was a terrible memory that I still can't etch out of my mind.

Just then, Fred Weasleys ghost tried to talk with Ginny again. And once again, she took down the hall crying her eyes out. Fred had a look of sadness etched on his pale transparent face. "Just give her time to adjust." Ron sighed. I could see the sadness on his face aswell. Fred nodded and looked at the meal we were eating.

"So are you considering attending classes since you and George skipped out on your seventh year?" I asked taking a bite of potato.

"No. I'm going to hang out with my newest friend." He smirked and his white eyes went all dream-like.

"Who's the friend?" Asked Ron. "I'd love to meet him." He continued to shove cheesecake into his face.

"Not him. Her." Fred smirked.

"So, who's the lucky lady then?" Ginny asked with much curiosity.

"Her name is Haley Hayes. She was in the war last year. Bellatrix LeStrange killed her. She was in Ravenclaw." Fred explained. As if on cue, a tall female ghost came into the Great Hall and proceeded to walk towards us. A few girls from the Ravenclaw table looked at her with glum faces.

"Well, Hello there Haley!" Fred greeted her.

"Hello to you too, Fred." Haley said sitting down at our table. She was very tall and had long hair. Since she was white and transparent, I wouldn't be able to indicate her hair colour or eye colour. She wore a pair of sneakers, jeans, and a plaid button up top. In her left ear was three piercings along with a small piercing on her nose which really complemented her transparent facial features.

"Haley, this is Hermione-" he pointed to myself, "my younger sibling Ron, and-" He was cut off by an over eager Haley.

"Your Harry Potter." She gasped. "The boy who lived, and defeated the dark lord. The one who led the war." Her glossy white-blue eyes were filled win admiration and wonder.

Harry blushed and put his face down looking at his meal. Harry really didn't take to the attention that well.

"I mean, I had Divination with you at one point in fourth year, but now that you've defeated Voldemort completely, your in history text books already! Your a hero." She rambled on. Harry looked like the most expensive lobster ever known to man.

"Thank you." He mumbled. Fred gave Haley a look that said for her to stop. We continued to chat over the course of the dinner. It really wasn't the same here without all of our Gryffindor friends. Many of them had died.