room 426 >> h.s

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America's pov:

"Bash actually killed you?" Harry nodded. "But he's like the sweetest person ever alive! Well, was alive." I glared at him.

"I wanted revenge. But now, I can't fight on my own." He stated. Fight? "Wait, what do you mean by fight? And with who?" I curiously asked.

"A demon".

"Look Harry, just because you came back as a ghost, does not mean I will help you." He sighed. "America, you are going to help me." "NO I WON'T HARRY! I WOULD NEVER TEAM UP WITH A MURDER! NEVER!"

"STOP FUCKING SHOUTING AND CALM DOWN SO I CAN EXPLAIN." He shouted at me. I sat down on my bed.

He took a deep breath. "America. This is a demon in talking about. It has been causing deaths and I want to stop this. Not to scare you or anything, but you may be next on his death list. So unless you wanna die, I need you to help me. My councilors told me that a ghost needs a human partner to fight a demon. So please."

"Well how am I going to help you?" I asked. "Just, ugh. Is there any weapon you know how to use?" He desperately asked. "Crossbow. My dad tought me when I was 14 years old." I smiled, remembering the training sessions we had.

"How old are you now?"

"17."

"Okay."