The Boy who lived and the boy who lives

Chapter 11

Point of veiw No one

"So its true? My my I never expected the the ghost boy to come here." Nearly headless nick said.

"I know, but who knew his brother was Him! Of all people that family deals with death, more so than...H-He who must not be named!" the gray lady spoke covering her mouth.

"Poor boys, especially Harry. Will he even speak about it? Too him?" The fat friar spoke patting nick on the back.

"No, he would be too scared, this day in age with blood purity propaganda around! He's too scared, and he wont tell! Even his adoptive family dosent know!" Said nick waving his arms angrily. "Thats ridiculous idea for him. No I belive he wouldn't, i fear for the boy choices." Nick said shaking his head in disappointment.

"Clockwork only knows, and only the ancients know who's next in line for...the crown? I know he is still a child, a ghostly living child. With more power than merlin ever hoped for as well..." Grey lady said, floating past the friar. Not noticing danny in the corridors below.

"Uh... Hey, head Gho-ghosts?" Danny asked, rubbing his neck. "Can any of you show me to this class?" he asked pointing on a peice if parchment. The every twinding hallway's confused danny. Made him scratch his head and rub his neck, till it hurt.

"Follow me, sadly enough you'll be in her class, bet do not fret!" Nick Cheered waving his finger in front of danny."Its not a big deal these places sometimes confuse me too. Thank goodness i just float right on by!" Laughed Sir Nick.

"Uh thank.. You? So um, you guys were talking about me werent you... About me and my brother." Danny asked, making the older spirit frown. Putting a hand on his back. Pulling it back surprised, before resting it back.

"I forgotten what it feels to touch a solid object! Pardon us gossiping spirits... I am sorry Daniel, it must be hard on you. We spirits forget.. What its like to be alive." Nick sighed patting Danny's back. "Take no offence but sometimes the students forget we were people, who died. Like you, and we worry how the world will change, and if we still matter." Nick said. Passing down a long corridor.

"Sorry, I didnt mean to be like that! I understand what you mean." Danny said waving his hands meaning no offence. "But uh... Is it just you or does the air feel more sickly, thin perhaps. Like butter scraped over too much bread? Something bad, something dark stirs... I can feel it in the air... You know?" Danny said following the old spirit down another corridor.

"He who must not be named... Has returned. And no matter what the prophet says, its lies.  We of the dead are closer to magic and tuned into it.. In a way" Nick said shrugging, danny gave him a weird look.

" You know what i mean don't give me that look, So! More than those of the living, except divination... No body knows why really, thats the only reason its kept, dont telly anyone i told you". Nick said waving his finger in front of danny, who just laughed. "But us... Actually You in particularly would know, its an obsession. In a sense, your ghost sense is a sensor, like noticing life and death."

"What are you getting to, that i am a sonar? Beep ghost, Beep another ghost? Thats silly!" danny joked, said trying to keep pace with the ghost as they made farther down the hall way.

"You'll find out all what it means, I mean I uh.. Just think about all these things, I do! But I have all the afterlife to do so." Nick chuckled, turning to face him by the door. " This here, is the defence against the dark arts. Good luck!.. You are definitely going to need it." Nick hissed recoiling away from the door.

Danny Pov

"Uh thanks Sir Nick, for the chat and what not!" I said scratching my head, i watched wave goodbye and go through the wall. I turned and looked at the door, trumpets blared, the drum was my heart, and the strings my arms. As i slowly went to grab the handle, turn it. I was getting ready to go into her class. I pulled it slowly, que the creak.

"Ahh... hello, and its so wonderful to meet Mister Daniel Potter. Comr now, please sit. Over by that nice boy." Ms.Umbridge asked, in that velvoit poison voice.

"Uh okay." I said walking toward blonde boy. Please dont be malfoy, Please dont be malfoy,
Please dont be malfoy, Please dont be malfoy! It was malfoy, that and he had a smirk on his face. I facepalmed sitting down.

"Is something wrong Mr. Potter? I could make you sit by your brother, if you behaved at all in this class". I looked up and saw Harr-him scowl at me. I wish- nevermind. I sat down and got ready for class.

"Hello Daniel" Malfoy whisperd, I jerked back.

"Really, not now." i whisperd back. I sat up looking at the Pinkie Dinkie who was a bit mad.

"Would you like to share what you were so kindly discussing Mr.Potter? Or would you like to come to detention like your brother?" She asked, her face had this prube smile. But the corners were trying to frown. Maybe she would look like an actual frog! I laughed.

"Oh my Apoologies, Mrs.Umbridge" she huffed.

"Its Ms.Umbridge, M I S S Umbridge. You ruffian boy, Meet me after class. To discuss your rude behavior." She said, walking towards the bored.

"But the thing is Ms.Umbridge, Malfoy here was telling me to sit up straight in your class. Because he said that your a great teacher and roollmodel." letting the last word roll for a couple seconds. Looking back down at malfoy who was blushing red in the ears. Scowling at me. "Hey malfoy, you tell her what you just told me." I said patting him on the back.

"Danny I Woon-wwoah! will thank you!" he said catching himself gritting his teeth as we both stood up

"Both of you, take these books. Stand outside and read these two chapters. I'll se both of you after class, since neither if you are being slightly productive and disrupting in my classroom." She said sending two books flying towards us. I ducked, i heard malfoy get smacked hard in the chest.

"Yeesh that could of gone better" I groumbled clossing the doo to see Draco eyeing me, then turned to look side to side.

"Danny! What The FUCK!" Draco said throwing his arms out. "You tricked the teacher! You How! Why! Guaah" He yelled smacking his head.

"That was not my goal, you dingus. Not in the slightest chance! I thought she could take sarcasm!" I said facepalming.

"Only students can get sarcasm! None of the teachers can! Especially ones from the ministry. My father is going to kill me! Becaus of you!" Malfoy screamed.

"Meowr" We both looked down, a cat? Than Malfoy grabbed me and ran!

"We got to hide from filch!" he said. As i tagged along like stolen luggage.

Author here

Yeah, so this took longer than need be, why? I don't really know. Just got a writers block, rewritten this chapter a lot. Sorry! Also school started, F. U. N.