Harry's Ghost

A Late Start

"Harry...come onnnn."
"Hmm?"
"Up! You'll be late."

Harry Potter's emerald eyes flashed open, he gasped upon seeing golden light flooding through the blinds.
Chucking the covers off, Harry sprung from bed.
"I'm going to be late!"
"Yes, I said that." Ginny reminded him, sitting casually on the crinkled white sheets.
"Great..." Harry mumbled pulling his outfit from the hanger, letting it fall in the carpet with a muffled noise.

He was often late, though this only made matters worse as Harry had heard through his best friend, Ron, that the Ministry was cracking down on time management.
Harry silently thanked his luck he didn't have to catch a bus or train just to get to work everyday- why? Because he was a wizard.
It was Harry's second year from leaving Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Also the second year from defeating Voldemort, the greatest dark wizard of all time, to which Harry would always call his greatest achievement.
This made Harry famous, of course.
By now he was used to the goggling faces and photographs sneakily taken of him as he walked through the wizarding communities- or even just through the muggles town sometimes.
Harry enjoyed his job as an Auror, though these days there wasn't many cases that were completely threatening to the whole world.
Sometimes his co-workers swore that some people just called for help and began their own silly battle just to see Harry Potter in action.
This was becoming a problem.

Though soon, not to Harry's knowledge, a bigger problem would come to light as Sirius Blacks death day was approaching...