The Ghost and Miss GrangerMuch of the following fic is borrowed almost directly from the 1947 movie 'The Ghost and Mrs. Muir', only twisted slightly to make it work here. I do not claim credit for the work of R.A. Dick (novel) or Philip Dunne (screenplay).
Disclaimer : I do not own or make money off any of the Harry Potter characters owned by J.K. Rowling.
Many thanks to Estrilda for her fabulous beta services. Her insights always make the story much better than it would have been. And special thanks to Katie for her Brit picking assistance.
The Ghost and Miss Granger
The war was over.
That being the case, one might think things in the Wizarding World had changed. And in some ways, they had. Those, who in the era of celebration following the fall of the Dark Lord were thought of as heroes, were now generally looked upon with suspicion. As if any moment one might rise out of their ranks to become the new Dark Lord. It was now their names that were spoken only in h
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CAGED The Beginning
What is your name?
What is the problem?
Its her fault Everything is falling apart Shes out of control I hate it
Do you really hate her?
Yes Shes ruined our lives I cant take much more of this.
What is your wish?
Ferry her to hell Please!
Your revenge is granted
Amy Landon Age 14
Papa Tell me again Why have we moved to Japan? Amy asked, her teal eyes gazing up at her tall father. Matt grinned and rustled Amys hair.
Ive told you many times, Amy Ive met someone, and we plan on getting married. He explained, placing a box on the table. It was labeled dishes. Amy pouted and glanced over at a picture on the kitchen counter. It was of a pae blue haired woman, who was happily holding a younger Amy. Amy frowned.
Mama . What
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I soon got used to you being around. Just when I had I saw that you werent there anymore.
I asked myself, and others of course, where you were, and I never got the answer I wanted. Then, just like that, you came back. Dont know why you left, though. Well I think I do.
But what I couldnt understand right away was why I was so concerned with you leaving. Not at the time, anyway. I had to think of it.
Some annoying girl that insisted on following me, sometimes saying you had to follow me for one reason or another. Some annoying girl that generally popped out of nowhere. Some annoying girl, who was plain at first, coming into my life out of the blue.
But now I see it. Youre a sweet
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Outta my face.
The schoolgirl almost tripped, when someone pushed her away from behind. She looked after her attacker:
A young teenager, ca. 14-15 years old, red hair, giant headphones.
WOH! What are you thinking, youre doing?! You could have hurt me, you know?!
The boy ignored her and went on.
Her friend came and helped her up.
Hey, Momoko, are you alright?
Yeah That guy just, like what the hell is he thinking?!
What?... Oh. Its just Sakuraba Neku-senpai.
You know him?
Well, a lot of people know him. Hes not bad-looking and neither unpopular with the girls but he...
Neku just grabbed his MP3-Player turned up the volume. The last thing he needed to hear was a pair of girls gossiping about him.
Even if it was true.
He had gotten love-letters from girls almost regularly.
He always ignored them.
And not only the lett
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The classroom was noisy and crowded.
Boys and girls in their Gakurans and Sailor-Fukus were talking, gossipping, discussing the latest trends, the hottest girls and boys, the greatest J-Pop bands
Just one wasnt part of a conversation.
Instead, her desk was filled with all kinds of sewing-material Needles and black cloth, stuffing
She was just a young girl, 13 years old, short black hair, brown eyes. Nothing remarkable, most Japanese girls had black hair and brown eyes. She was also slim; but not that slim, that she could have won a modelling-contest
Concentrated, she sat in the middle of this noisy-classroom
Stitch after stitch her work to shape .
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She stopped sewing for a moment and whispered:
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Her seat was not the "best seat in the house" she heard one person comment as they sat down behind her, but Hermione thought it was. It was far enough from the main speakers to not overpower everything else, and it was close enough to see the tabs on the guitars that were on stage. They obviously didn't use her method of charming the instruments to play, as there was only one guitar, bass, and drum set.
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Nothing changes, it's been a year
It all faded, the things that were dear.
Amy sits alone, can't even see
The life around her, it cannot be.
The music playing in her head,
The notes in minor sounds so sad.
No escape, she's not even hiding,
Somehow she's just abiding.
Amy, can you hear me?
You can be free.
Amy, come out and see
The beauty in front of thee.
Empty soul with no desire,
Can anyone light up the fire?
Amy is gone. Will she return?
She can't understand why was she burn.
Frozen mind, with no caring,
Spending her time, at the empty space staring.
No feelings, there's no hope,
The room is empty, she hanged the rope.
Amy, can you hear me?
You can be free.
Amy, come out and see
The beauty in front of thee.