mostly ghostly

1998

#1998

This year seemed to go by awfully slow and it killed Harry to wait for the thirty-first of October.

Since the last time when the two were together playing tag, hide-and-seek, and watched the stars until the child fell asleep, he has been missing that so much.

Though he could see him everyday and whenever he wanted to, the little charmer couldn't see or hear him back.

A blessing and a curse being a ghost is.

A blessing because you could see the people you love again and a curse because you can't do anything until Halloween.

But Harry would deal with it if it means he gets to talk to Louis.

"Oops! I forgot my purse! Give me a sec, Lou."

With the voice came a hurrying clumps of footsteps down the hall.

Harry, turning invisible, watched as the woman rushed past him to her bedroom across from where he stood.

He wanted so much to hint that he was back to have her pay for everything but he couldn't.

He just couldn't anymore because that would probably destroy any opportunites to see Louis ever.

She might move away or do some exorcism and who knows if that actually works.

So all Harry could do was stand in the middle of Louis' room, mixed with resentment and hopeless fustration, as Jay and her son continue on their merry way to celebrate Halloween.

At least, he could have Louis all to himself for the last few remaining hours.

After a long wait of two hours in the dark empty house, the mother and son came back with their hands full of candy.

Louis was dressed as a scarecrow this year and his friend, Zayn, was too sick to go out hunting.

He was sad that over this but then wasn't as he remembered his other special friend that waits for him.

"Yes mum! I brushed and washed up. Goodnight."

Louis assured his worrying mother before kissing her goodnight by her door.

Jay nodded and watched her son smile at her while disappearing into his room.

When she felt that everything was in place and right, she climbed into bed and fell asleep, oblivious once more that mysterious night.

Amidst in her supposed happiness, she even had the decency to smile in her sleep which the bitter soul wrapped in darkness saw and muttered curses at that.

When she finds out, he thought, she won't know what hit her...

"Haz?"

The innocent voice of the little boy called out into the shadows when he thought to be the safest moment.

Right away all evil thoughts vanished from the ghost and left the only wish to see the boy.

Without so much of a glare to the sleeping woman, he walked out of her room and into the one across from it.

There laid the boy under the covers, wide-eyed and restless to see him.

The boy smiled, his shoulder relaxing.

He breathed out, "hi."

In that moment, there was nothing Harry could ever ask more of.

Harry soon found it impossible to keep his fond emotions in check as he took in Louis' being again with those big blue eyes shining at him.