Haunted (Fred Weasley's Second Life)

1. Haunted

New story. Enjoy.

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Haunted (Fred Weasley's Second Life)

(From Sierralin's POV)

I yawned as I rolled over. I was just barely awake, and it must have been two in the morning.

"Do you think she's awake?" I heard a voice whisper.

"Just barely, I think." I shot up at that. There were very pale people in my room, except there was something wrong. I could see the clock through one of them.

Oh. My. God. There's ghosts in my room. I was about to scream, but then I realized something: People would think I was crazy. That was bad. I sighed slightly, before whispering, "Who are you?"

"I would be a certain Sirius Black, but I would prefer if you called me Padfoot." one smiled. I recognized him vaguely from the movies, but then, they couldn't actually hire a dead person to play himself.

"I would be a Remus Lupin, but please, call me Moony." another smiled. This one looked a lot more like in the movies, except with cleaner robes and a more carefree expression.

"I would be James Potter then, wouldn't I boys?" James smiled good-naturedly at the other two. "And I would be happy if you were to call me Prongs."

"Who's that?" I questioned, pointing to a fourth.

"Him? Oh, that's Fred." Padfoot chuckled.

"Fred? Just Fred?" I asked. It seemed weird to me, to have the three with nicknames and the one --Fred -- without.

"Well, not just Fred. From tomorrow morning in, Fred here's gonna be stalking you!" Prongs exclaimed.

"Well, to put it delicately, unlike some people --cough-Prongs-and-Padfoot-cough--, Fred here is going to be, um... mentoring you." Moony smiled ruefully.

"Wait, so you guys are dead, and Fred's been assigned to stalk me?"

"Sounds about right," Fred muttered. I could guess this wasn't his choice either.

"Right, your name is.." Moony asked gently. I was kind of sort of shaking in my bed...

"S-si-Sierralin," I stuttered.

"Fred, your term with Sierralin starts in the morning. Sierra --is it alright if I call you that?-- I would recommend you get a good night's sleep. You're going to need it, trust me." Remus (or Moony) told us solemnly. I nodded weakly, before laying down again. Fred stood at the foot of my bed as Moony, Padfoot, and Prongs disappeared.