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Harry ran to the edge of the yard. The fence was high, but he was able to clamber up the braces in the panels to hop over. The ghost was moving quickly away, but he had a clearer line of sight now. It looked probably female. Long, flowing hair that may once have been a bright and rosey strawberry blonde hung in a sheet over a loose gown and slender frame. Uncannily, her hair and gown ignored the breeze. They flowed out behind her as the wind pulled Harry gently towards her.
She glided serenely through an iron fence. A white chapel lurked across an immaculate lawn, but she angled off to the left and Harry followed. Looking down, he found himself among crumbling gravestones. Family names from centuries past were grown over with lichen and stained mustard yellow and sage green. Several rows in, Harry found himself arrested by a name he had not expected to see. His own.
Or, at least, that part of his name which he shared with his family.
JAMES POTTER
LILY POTTER
BORN 27 MARCH 1960
BORN 30 JANUARY 1960
DIED 31 OCTOBER 1981
DIED 31 OCTOBER 1981

He went hollow inside. For years, he had been thinking about his family. Finally, on this night, for the first time, they weren’t on his mind. The awareness of his loss flooding back unexpectedly was making him that much more aware how much lighter, how much more whole he had felt for just that brief few hours. He sagged forward and his arms fell around the memorial. All thoughts of the mystery ghost had fled, and now he just knelt and wept.
For several seconds, he tried to catch his breath as his tears crisped and dried on his chest. Still hunched over, Harry opened his eyes. He shouted and fell back, crabbing away from the gravestone. A sad, pale face with wide scared eyes had been staring up at him and was now rotating in place to face him right side up. Everything about her seemed fragile, like staring at her too hard may cause her to shatter.
The ghost of a young woman floated forwards through the stone, stopping to hover over Harry and look down at him. Her eyes scanned over him and Harry remembered very uncomfortably that he was naked. Her gaze stopped and grew somehow even wider when they reached his face. He found himself looking directly into her eyes and something about them was hauntingly familiar.
She was locked on his eyes, but her focus seemed to come in from a long way away and a long time ago. Something about her expression made Harry feel like this was the first time she had bothered to notice anything in many years. The whole situation left him very confused and exposed. He wanted desperately to get up and leave, but he was nailed to the ground by the stare.
Nevertheless, the ground was becoming uncomfortable, and he was going to have to get up soon. He gripped the wing of a large stone angel and started to lever himself off the ground. Startled, the ghost’s hand shot out and pushed herself back from him. Pushed herself… off of him. Harry slipped and banged his head on the angel. He gaped up in amazement. A ghost had just touched him. That was completely impossible. She fled.
Harry chased her through the cemetery, vaulting over stones and weaving between trees. She bobbed through the air, unobstructed by the physical world. After what seemed like an entire Quidditch pitch, she slowed to a halt and settled through the ground beneath a dark, round stone. Harry trotted up to it and looked down.
KENDRA DUMBLEDORE
BORN NOVEMBER 19 1850
DIED JULY 8 1899

AND HER DAUGHTER ARIANA

Where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.

Harry was stunned. Dumbledore’s mother and sister. The girl wasn’t nearly old enough to be Dumbledore’s mother, so —
“Ariana? Is— is that your name? Ariana Dumbledore?” Harry’s voice wavered uncertainly. He held his arms disarmingly out to his sides.
The crown of a head and two wide eyes rose up out of the dirt and peered intently at Harry. He held his palms forward and bent down, then sat cross-legged on the ground. Ariana rose a bit higher, and he saw that she was wearing a linen chemise which fit her loosely. The garment must have once belonged to her mother because it was clearly meant for a taller and more full-figured woman. Still wearing the ground around her waist, she drifted forward and looked up at Harry’s eyes again.
“You’re Ariana, aren’t you? You’re Prof— I mean, Albus’s sister? I’m Harry. Harry Potter.” Feeling a little foolish, Harry held out his hand to shake hers.
At the mention of Professor Dumbledore’s name, she had narrowed her eyes and scrunched up her nose in puzzlement, but when Harry held his hand out, she reached out to take it all the same. The moment she made contact, her face lit up in radiant excitement. A little squeal of delight erupted out, and she lunged out of the ground. She wrapped Harry in a hug as tight as her skinny arms would allow. Then, blushing in embarrassment, she sank back. She didn’t, however, let go of his hand.
“Ehmm… Oh, hello Harry Potter. My name is Ariana Dumbledore. I, um, I’m sorry about hugging you. It’s just. It’s been so long. I haven’t… no-one has been able to touch me in so long.” Ariana had a peculiar sort of mumbling waterfall of speech. With one hand, she made a series of nervous gestures near her chest, but the other hand never let go of Harry’s for a second.
“It’s, uh, nice to meet you. Were you trying to visit the Professor? I mean, your brother Albus?” Harry was starting to feel self-conscious about the small, frail hand holding his, but clearly it was important to her, so he kept his arm out. “Hang on! Were you watching when I was with Hermione?”
She flushed deeply and her silvery glow seemed to warm in the darkness. She turned to the side and held her hand to her mouth, but still she didn’t let go of his hand.
“I didn’t mean to. I sometimes like to watch Albus while he’s at home, which isn’t very often. I know he must… Anyway, I just like to watch him work. It makes me feel better. He was home tonight, and then he wasn’t and you were there. I just sort of… kept watching.” She trailed off and started to chew on the joint of her forefinger without looking at Harry.
Harry sighed deeply. “Well, I guess it’s not a problem. I know you didn’t mean anything by it. Listen, uh, I don’t know if you’ve noticed. I’m kind of, well, exposed here. Do you think you could come with me back to the house so we could talk more inside? I really think Hermione needs to see this as well.”
Ariana turned and gave a quick nod. She kept chewing her finger, and didn’t let go of Harry’s hand. Harry supposed that was the best he was going to get, so he just started walking back to the house, towing her along like a balloon on a string. The whole way back, she just floated along in silence. Harry never let go.
Once they got back among houses, Harry took to peering around hedges to make sure there wasn’t anyone out for a midnight stroll. A tall, naked teenager would attract attention enough. But add a hand-holding ghost to the mix and things become newsworthy. He just wanted to sneak back into the house without any further complications. Thankfully, he did so. There was only one minor scare when a tubby little man walking his dog passed the privet bush they were hiding behind.
Crossing the yard to the front porch, Harry remembered in frustration that he had locked the front door and left his wand upstairs in the bedroom. He eyed the fence on either side of the house and sized up his chances of climbing over it from the outside. Possible, probably, but it didn’t look fun, especially with only one hand. Then the answer struck him.
“Ariana! Um. Do you think maybe you could go inside and wake up Hermione so she can let us in? I kind of forgot my wand and the door is locked.” Harry scratched his head in embarrassment and grinned sheepishly.
She seemed to consider this idea momentarily, and wasn’t thrilled by it, but then she nodded and let go of Harry’s hand with great reluctance and floated through the wall. A minute passed. Then two. Ariana came soaring back and latched herself once more to Harry’s hand.
“She’s coming. Sorry, it took me a little bit to try and explain everything.”
A few seconds later, the door opened a crack and a heart-shaped face with an enormous bushy mane peeked out.
“Hermione, it’s me. Open up before somebody sees me out here.”
The door shot open and she stared in astonishment. Harry hurried inside, and towed Ariana along behind him. Hermione just stood and gaped as they bustled past, and then went after them as Harry looked for somewhere comfortable to talk. Finally he settled on a sitting room with a plush maroon Chesterfield and a pair of cozy looking armchairs.
Harry settled onto the sofa, and Hermione sat next to him with her legs folded underneath her. Ariana did a sort of imitation of sitting on his other side, staying locked to his hand and resting very close against his arm. Hermione eyed her, but didn’t say anything. Harry reached out with his other hand and placed it on Hermione’s knee. She was once again wearing just his oversize t-shirt.
“Harry, can you please explain what on earth is going on?” Hermione put her hand on top of his.
“Honestly, I don’t think I really understand it all. I’ll do my best, though. Hermione, meet Ariana Dumbledore. Professor Dumbledore’s sister. Ariana, meet Hermione Granger. My best friend and my…” He hesitated and looked at Hermione.
“And his girlfriend.” Hermione smiled and kissed him on the cheek. “It’s nice to meet you, Ariana. Do you, um, are you often around here?”
Ariana sheltered behind Harry’s arm, but she seemed encouraged by Hermione’s warmth. “I usually stay in the cemetery, but sometimes I come to see Albus. I don’t like it when people see me.”
Hermione stared at her sympathetically, and Ariana shrunk back behind Harry’s arm a little deeper. Harry squeezed Hermione’s knee and caught her eye. His meaning was clear enough. This poor girl was so alone and so scared. They had to do whatever they could to help her. If there was even anything that could be done to help a ghost.
“There’s something I’m afraid I don’t understand, though,” said Hermione curiously. “How are you able to touch Harry? Is that something all ghosts can do if they choose to? I thought only poltergeists could interact with the physical world. Or are you a poltergeist?”
The onslaught of questions left Ariana curled up defensively. She peered over the top of her knees at Hermione’s eager face. “I, ehm, I don’t really know actually. I’m sorry. This is the first time I’ve ever touched anyone. At least, the first time in a hundred years. I haven’t even talked to anyone in... well, a very long time.” She squeezed Harry’s hand tightly and he squeezed back.
“You mean you didn’t talk with Professor Dumbledore when you would come visit him here?” Hermione tried to ease off, but her inquisitiveness was getting the better of her.
“Albus? No. I just wanted to see him. He… he wouldn’t want to see me. Not after…” She mumbled her way to a halt and tucked her head behind her knees.
Hermione put out a hand, but then withdrew it after hesitating for a moment. “Ariana? We think something unusual may be happening with Harry. Do you notice anything familiar about him?”
“His eye!” Her head popped up. “He has my brother’s eye. I knew it as soon as I saw it. I don’t understand, though. Why would Harry have Albus’s eye?”
Hermione gave Harry a satisfied look, and he nodded back at her. “We’re not sure. I think it must have something to do with… well, with something Harry saw.”
Ariana relaxed slightly and wrapped her other hand around Harry’s upper arm. “It’s something good. I just know it. Something that will help me fix things. Harry’s going to help me make it right, I can feel it.”
Harry and Hermione’s eyebrows perked up at this. Harry spoke up first. “I want to help, Ariana. Can you tell me more about what’s wrong? Maybe we can figure it out together.”
Ariana hid behind her knees again. Hermione patted Harry on the hand and looked over at the scared girl affectionately. Harry took his hand from Hermione’s knee and reached over to push Ariana’s hair out of her face and stroke the top of her head. She gave a terrified jolt and then clutched tight to Harry’s arm, burying her face in his chest. He caught Hermione’s attention and looked meaningfully at his bare lap. She smiled and nodded and left the room.
She came back a few moments later, and they were in exactly the same position. Harry reached out to grab the jeans Hermione had brought and awkwardly squirmed into them without Ariana letting go of his arm. She didn’t even seem to notice until he was fully horizontal and trying to tuck his limp but still considerable length carefully past the zipper. Her face went nova, and her eyes glued themselves to the deep carved V disappearing into his jeans. Until now, she hadn’t seemed to even notice his state of undress, and now she was fixated on it.
Hermione cleared her throat softly, and Ariana snapped up and looked at her nervously. Hermione just smiled and kneeled on the ground in front of her. She couldn’t touch her, but she just held out her palm face up. Ariana relaxed very slightly and tried to rest her hand just above Hermione’s. Some unspoken understanding passed between them, and Ariana unfolded and became purposeful. Hermione tucked herself between Harry’s knees and rested her chin on his leg.
“It happened when I died.” Ariana’s voice was slow and controlled.
Harry and Hermione waited expectantly.
“Albus and Gellert were arguing. I was so scared. I didn’t like Gellert, he was always very mean, but in the way that people are mean when they think you’re too stupid to understand.”
“Gellert? You can’t mean Gellert Grindelwald!” Hermione blurted out incredulously.
“Yes, that’s him. He was a friend of Albus’s just after he left Hogwarts. They were dreadful together. I had… Because of me our mother was dead. Albus was so angry and so alone, and Gellert brought him comfort.” Ariana wilted in shame.
“You mean Professor Dumbledore and Gellert Grindelwald were friends? But that doesn’t make any sense. They fought a whole war against each other.” Harry was flabbergasted by this revelation, and seemed unwilling to let the story continue until it was resolved.
“They were more than friends. Albus and Gellert were in love. Albus had never been able to feel like he had an equal. Once he found one, the fact that he was a very mean boy wasn’t enough to get in the way.”
This compounding bombshell left Harry and Hermione speechless. Ariana took this as a sign that she should continue.
“Anyway, Albus and Gellert, plus our other brother Aberforth, they were fighting… over me.” Her face fell again, and she was choked by guilt. “I couldn’t control my magic. I was hurt as a little girl, and so I was never allowed to go to Hogwarts. My magic was like this knotted, angry ball inside me that exploded out and made bad things happen.”
A racking sob interrupted her, and Harry hugged her tightly. He knew that this story must have many more layers than she was able to share, but even this much was clearly emotionally exhausting. After a few moments, she rocked to a stop and Hermione tried to put a soothing hand on her shoulder. It passed straight through and she pulled back in embarrassment. Ariana didn’t seem to notice. She pressed her head to Harry’s hand in thanks and tried to pick up where she left off.
“Gellert used some sort of spell. I don’t know what it was supposed to do, but I don’t think it worked properly. It hit me, and the tangled up magic inside me just became angry and started hurting. It tore out of me and everything went dark. The last thing I saw was when it went through Albus and broke something inside him. He was never the same after that day. The thing inside me hurt him forever, and when I died, he lost the person he loved and he was stuck here instead of becoming the great man he could have been. It’s all my fault. I ruined his life. That’s why I don’t let him see me. I know he must still hate me for what I did to him.”
“Ariana…” Harry reached out to her, and she broke down in heaving sorrow.
“Oh, love, no…” Hermione tried to embrace her, but had to settle for just placing her hands on the couch near her. “Ariana, dear, that wasn’t your fault. None of that was your fault. I’m positive that Professor Dumbledore never blamed you.”
The small, pearly ghost quaked as she dissolved in tears. She tried to choke out a word, but was cut off by a violent, weeping hiccup. She struggled desperately to regain composure. “Do— do you really think Albus could forgive me?”
Harry held her tight and kissed the crown of her head. “Ariana, there’s nothing to forgive. Awful things happened to you, and there’s nothing you could have done.”
“Pl— please, can you help me find out what happened to Albus? I just want to fix what happened to him so long ago.” Ariana clutched at Harry and begged.
Hermione looked up at him despondently. “This is really complicated magic, Harry. I don’t even know where to start. Even a young Grindelwald was a genius. We need help if we want to understand how this all fits together.”
Harry nodded. “We’re going to do everything we can, Ariana. Are you able to leave this place? I think we need to go back to Hogwarts to get help on this.”
“Thank you both so much. I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you. For your help and for your kindness.” Ariana smiled at them wetly.
“Well Hermione really likes it when you ki— Ow!” Harry grinned and rubbed his shin where Hermione had punched him. She was giving him a look that was mostly reproving, but with a hint of amusement. Ariana just kept smiling, but with a puzzled expression.
“Whatever we do tomorrow, tonight we need sleep. Let’s go up to bed, Harry.”
He nodded in agreement and they all worked their way upstairs. In minutes, they were laying in bed with Ariana curled up on Harry’s left side and Hermione laying half on top of him. Not long later, Hermione’s woofling little snores lulled Harry to sleep while Ariana just lay close and stared up at him.
Harry woke up to something unexpected but delightful in the morning. Hermione was snuggled close, and a small hand was stroking him through his pants. He throbbed excitedly and he heard a little giggle bubble up from near his chest. She started running her fingernail over the denim, sending an electrifying vibration through his member. Harry looked down and Hermione’s sweet brandy colored eyes were waiting for him. She smirked and her eyes flicked to the side. That was when Harry realized that Ariana was still holding tightly to his arm. She was breathing heavily and her gaze was fixed on Hermione’s hand.
An excited moan escaped Harry’s lips, but he was frozen in doubt. Hermione traced lazy circles around the head of his iron-hard cock and Ariana whimpered and bit down hard on her lip. Hermione rose up and kissed him quickly, then made a face. She gave his shaft a little squeeze and then rolled over.
“Brush your teeth and give me another kiss. Then I’m going to make you breakfast.”
Harry groaned and then shimmied out of bed. Although Ariana didn’t have any weight, her constant attachment was proving to be a challenge in navigating very simple tasks. Sitting on the edge of the mattress for a few moments, he considered his options. An idea sprang to mind.
“Ariana, are you just holding on to me because you haven’t touched anyone in so long?”
“Sort of…” Ariana meekly stared at the ground.
“I don’t mind, but I do need my hand back. Would you accept an alternative? How would you feel about just riding around on my back? You can still stay close to me, but it will be easier for me to do things.” Harry lifted her chin and smiled at her.
Ariana’s eyes went wide and she nodded excitedly. She swooped around and hung her arms around Harry’s neck and rested her knees on his hips. He felt like he was wearing a floating backpack that kept making little sigh noises in his ear. Thus repositioned, Harry followed Hermione into the loo to brush his teeth.
Rid of his gummy and stale morning breath, he snatched Hermione up and set her on the sink. She looked at him wickedly and they kissed passionately. Her legs wrapped around his waist, which gave him the very odd sensation of having legs wrapped around him from two directions at once. Hermione’s wild hair was even taller after a night’s sleep, and he had to be careful not to get his fingers caught in the tangles as he pulled her head close.
A timorous little noise in his ear pulled his focus away. In the corner of his eye, Ariana’s face was propped on his shoulder and her lips were open in a small “o”. There was something hungry in her expression.
Hermione noticed as well, but apparently the ghost’s presence had awoken something in her. She seemed glad of the audience and was pawing at Harry in a more wanton fashion than she had the night previously. He was happy to take her lead, nipping at her ear and sucking at her neck. His hands ventured down to the bottom of her shirt, but she pushed them away.
“Breakfast time,” Hermione said brightly and winked at him. She squeezed past him and gave him a little pinch on the bottom on her way to the kitchen. Harry just gave a resigned shrug and tagged along.
After rooting around for a few minutes, Hermione had found a half dozen big brown eggs, a slab of Irish bacon, and a basket of Jersey Royals. She was bustling about industriously and the smell was mouth-watering. Hermione was no Molly Weasley, but you didn’t need a Michelin star to make bacon, eggs, and hash taste good.
Harry tried to help, but kept getting in the way, so Hermione pushed him out and told him to go sit down. She came into the dining area a short time later with two plates piled high with steaming food. Harry was straddling an old wooden chair and his mouth was watering. Ariana was still perched on his back, chewing on her finger and eying the food wistfully.
While they ate, they discussed strategy for getting more information about what was happening. Hermione wanted to go immediately back to the library, but Harry pointed out that they didn’t even know what they were researching. The only specific oddity any of them could point to was a differently colored eye and a ghost who could touch someone. She reluctantly accepted the logic of this, but that didn’t leave them with many options. They needed help from someone with experience, but they didn’t even know what kind of magic this was.
“I mean, it has to be a curse, right? We should go talk to Sirius. Or Lupin.” Harry had circled back to this idea three times already. He seemed to Hermione to be curiously fixated on Sirius.
“It’s possible, but is Sirius really an expert in dark magic? I know Lupin was our Defense teacher, but this is really advanced magic, Harry. I’m not sure even he would be able to help. Besides, we don’t even know where they are.”
“I know where Sirius is. And he knows more about dark magic than we do. I’m sorry that we don’t know any curse experts, Hermione, but this is the best we’ve got.” Harry said stubbornly.
“Hmm, I’m still note sure. But okay. We might as well. You’re right. We don’t really have anything else to go on.” Hermione was looking at him curiously, but didn’t say any more about it. “Well, before we go anywhere else, I need to go home and talk to Daddy so he knows where we are. I don’t want him to worry. Is there anywhere you need to stop on the way?”
“Not really. I can’t imagine the Dursleys looking for me, and all my things are at your house. I have been thinking, though. I’m just going to stay at Professor Dumbledore’s house until start of term. I’m not going back to Privet Drive, and no one is going to think to look for me here.”
“Harry, isn’t that really… I mean, You-Know-Who is out there right now. Shouldn’t you be somewhere safe? You know Dumbledore—” Hermione was nervously scooting a piece of egg around her plate.
“Dumbledore isn’t here right now, Hermione. Whatever’s going on, I have to figure it out for myself. Voldemort’s back, but he isn’t ready to come charging up the lane at me. He’s still trying to be quiet, still trying to rebuild his influence. I’m as safe here as I would be anywhere except Hogwarts. Probably more so because Voldemort isn’t exactly looking to pick a fight with Dumbledore, is he?”
“Well…” Hermione didn’t seem convinced, but no argument was forthcoming.
Harry reached out and took her hand. “I’ll be fine. Besides, it’s only for the next month. Then we’ll be back at Hogwarts, and we’ll be perfectly safe there.”
“Hogwarts! Harry, what are the other professors going to do when they realize Dumbledore is gone?”
“Oh God, you’re right. Once we talk to Sirius, we need to find Professor McGonagall before term starts so she can let the right people know. When Dumbledore comes back, there needs to still be a place for him.”
Ariana piped up after several minutes of poking her nose over Harry’s shoulder and watching them talk. “So Albus is coming back?”
Harry craned back to look at her, and gave her head an affectionate scratch. “Definitely, Ariana. We’re going to figure this out, and then he’s going to come back and tell us all how proud he is that we solved it. He’s going to be able to tell you how much he missed you.”
Her eyes got big and watery and she nodded into his neck. “Thank you, Harry.”
“Hermione, do you have everything we need? We should probably go ahead and get started. We’ve got a lot of people to talk to.”
She nodded. They got up and Hermione cast a charm to clean the dishes while Harry put them away. They got straightened up and walked out on the front lawn. For the fourth time in two days, Harry stuck out his arm for the Knight Bus. After a bit of negotiating that a ghost shouldn’t count as a passenger, Harry and the girls took a ride back to Hermione’s house.
“Ariana and I will just stay out here while you talk to your dad. I’m not sure he’s really ready to handle ghosts and boyfriends today,” Harry said wryly.
“That’s… probably wise. I’ll be right back.”
Hermione ducked inside. For the next few minutes Harry and Ariana just sat in the garden. Ariana watched the butterflies with obvious delight, and Harry talked to her about what she had been doing for the last century. The answer was not much at all, really. She had been drifting between the cemetery and Dumbledore’s yard, over and over, never going to see anything more. Never speaking with anyone, if she could help it. The thought made Harry very sad. He looked at her glittering blue eyes in the sunlight, and for the first time appreciated how beautiful she was, despite the frailty.
The front door opened, and a large ginger cat tore out in a streak of fur and claws. It disappeared into the bushes and there was an awful chittering. Hermione jogged out a few seconds after. “Crookshanks, no!” She turned back and grabbed Harry’s trunk, and dragged it onto the porch, then started poking around in the bushes, looking for her cat. He darted out the other end, and ran back into the house with something unspeakable hanging from his mouth. Hermione sighed deeply and shut the door behind him.
“I’ve explained things to Daddy. He won’t be looking for me the rest of the Summer. I’ve got your trunk, but is that really all you need? We may want to do some shopping before we go back to Godric’s Hollow.”
“We? But Hermione, are you—”
“Yes, Harry. I’m sure. I’m going to stay with you wherever you are. If that’s in Godric’s Hollow, then that’s where I’ll be as well.”
Harry went to Hermione and pulled her into a tight hug. He kissed her on the forehead and then grabbed his trunk.
“Let’s go. I want to stop by Diagon Alley before we go visit Sirius.” With Ariana riding on his back, Harry held out his wand hand and took Hermione’s hand in the other.
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