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Highly Spirited	By : K8BNimble Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1777 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or High Spirits nor do I make any money on this.

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Summary: Chapter 9: Odd Occurrences --------- The Spooks Come Out to Play
Warning(s): See Chapter 1 for warnings and disclaimer. I still don�t own anything.

Chapter 9 � Odd Occurrences

The smoke spiraled out of Bill�s hair as he flipped through a book on the bed. Fleur lay behind him rubbing his back. �Are you okay, Beel?*�

�Do I look okay?*� he answered in a tired voice. They were both fully dressed now in jeans and thick, grey sweatshirts to keep the chill out. Next to the bed was an old, distressed nightstand which had a black device sitting on top which looked very similar to a whirligig. A slight breeze started up and the small blades started spinning. Bill looked up at it in interest. As it sped up, he spun his head to look at the PH strips he had hung from the ceilings which would indicate a change in the chemistry of the room, possibly indicating the presence of spirits. In awe, he watched the pink strips quickly turn blue as the wind picked up.

Fleur sat up, alert as Bill jumped up to look closer. �What are you doing?*� she asked.

As he grabbed one strip, he turned to look at his monitor and his eyes widened further. �I have to check this place out!*� He quickly grabbed his thermal sensor, EMF reader and several other tools he used in his investigations. �Something smells very wrong here,*� he said, looking around.

Fleur nodded. �Eet does. Eet smells like�burnt rubber.�* She turned her petite nose up at the air, sniffing.

At the door, Bill turned back. �No, that�s just me.*� He quickly opened the door and left.

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In the kid�s room, all three children were on the floor watching an old black and white television with bad reception. It was an old episode of Jerry Springer talking about badly behaved children.

�I�m so bored,*� Dominque complained. She was lying on her stomach, head propped by her hands staring at the screen.

�I know. They don�t have cable or satellite!*� Victoire said. She was on her side twirling her hair in her fingers.

Louis was sitting with an old book in his lap. He abruptly lobbed it across the room. �Why do they only have four channels!*� They cringed as the realized the book was heading right for the screen, but instead of breaking it, they were gobsmacked as the book went through it. It actually crossed the screen and the re-run of Jerry caught the book mid-air and turned to glare at them. The audience began to boo.

The kids screamed and backed away from the television. Suddenly, the furniture began to shake, the windows blew open and slammed shut again and the chandelier began to rattle.

�You horrible, horrible children.*� Jerry said. �I think we should throw the book at them. What do you say, audience?� �THROW IT! AWFUL KIDS! WHERE ARE YOUR PARENTS?!� The audience yelled at the children. Jerry then threw the book back at them which just missed Victoire�s head as it sailed passed.

They went screaming out the door and ran down to the Great Hall.

Jerry then turned to the audience and closed with his usual, �Until next time. Take care of yourself and each other.� And the television winked off.

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Bill began to take readings through various corridors, surprised at the high levels he was seeing in the EMF reader.

�Ooh, little ickle guestie!!!� a nasal voice called through the corridor making Bill jump. He was trying to figure out where it came from. It didn�t sound like any of the guests nor any of the staff he had heard before.

�Hello?� Bill called out. �Is someone there?� He aimed his instruments in the direction he thought it came from. His eyebrows shot up as the readings spiked.

"Why, it's Wee Willy Weasley!" The voice swooped overhead, but Bill saw nothing.

�Who�s that?! Who�s there?� Bill yelled while frantically recording information. �Come out and show yourself!�

"Oooh, Cynic feeling cranky? Hearing voices? Seeing visions?" the voice taunted him.

�I demand you show yourself!� Bill yelled.

�Okay. If you insist! Don�t say Old Peeves didn�t give the guestie just what he asked for!� Just then a shadow flew past him again and a large amount of green goop dumped over Bill�s head.

The shrieking laughter went the whole way down the hallway before Bill blinked. He wiped some of the fluid off of his eyes and uttered in wonder, �I�ve actually been slimed. Fantastic!�

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Harry was muttering to himself as he wandered the corridors. �Eternity's a big commitment. It�s a long time. You gotta know for sure. Take things one step at a time.�* As he walked past a door, it swung open to reveal an old woman lying in a four poster bed dressed in dark red and gold velvets. He looked in as she spoke to him.

�You do love him, don�t you?*� she asked in a remarkably familiar tone of joviality.

Taking it in stride, he shrugged his shoulders. �I guess I do. I just�just��*

"What�s the problem, then?�* she asked.

Surprised, Harry shot back, �He�s a ghost*. Dead. Passed on. He�s an ex-person.� He stopped for a moment and then asked, �How do you know about this?*�

She smiled. �I�m married to one,*� she stated, looking quite pleased. She edged off the side of the bed and stood up, indicating he should come in. �Won�t you join me for a drink?*�

Deciding he had nothing to lose, Harry agreed. �Sure, why not? I could use one.*� He entered the room.

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Neville sat by his window, Bible in hand, still not fully dressed, but at least he had his pants, shirt and collar back on. He did however have a bigger problem. Just across the way, he could see into Ginny�s room. The lithesome red-head was currently exercising in a surprisingly near naked state with the window open.

�Dear Lord, I beseech you. Aid me in my moment of weakness,�* he prayed but then looked out again to see her doing a �downward dog� yoga pose in nothing but her white knickers and bra. He gulped. He turned back and closed his eyes. �Cleanse me of these impure thoughts I have for this woman.*�
He crossed himself and prayed fervently.

With his eyes closed, he did not see the spectre of several nuns appear in the room, gliding towards him. After a moment, he opened his eyes to face the appearance of five distinct habits gliding slowly towards him. They had no faces but had red glowing lights where eyes would normally be located. His eyes widened in fear and he wet himself just a little bit. In a shaky voice, he said, �Oh, come on�you�re not real. You�re not real.�* Just then, he felt a rush of heat from his groin and looked down to see his crotch emitting smoke. He jumped up as he felt the heat and tried to put it out using his hands. He ended up standing just in front of the open window. �Lord, I get the message!� he screamed as shades rushed him, causing him to fall three stories into a shallow pool just below.

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Across the way, Ginny was sure she heard yelling. To be precise, she was sure she heard Brother Neville yelling. She threw on her silk robe and raced out of her room. She rounded the corner to where his room was and knocked on the door. �Brother Neville? Are you alright?� she asked in a concerned voice. The large wooden door opened with a loud creak on the first knock. She poked her head in to look around but didn�t see him in there. She walked in a little further in case he was behind one of the odd crevasses in the room. �Brother Neville?�

She saw a window that was open and noticed the stone window seat was emitting smoke. She looked to see what was causing it. The stone seat was very hot to the touch. She turned back just in time to see a horde of nun-like creatures running at her. Screaming, she leapt back and fell out of the window and plummeted into the pool.

Neville swam over to her and picked her up bridal style to get out of the water. Her wet robe clung tightly to her, except the front had loosened, uncovering her left breast. She didn�t seem to notice it in her stunned state. As she began to recover, she asked, �Brother Neville, why are you in the pond?*�

He gulped as he tried to not look at her exposed breast, or the nipple that was now taut by the chilled water. �The Lord works in mysterious ways,*� he choked out and carried her towards the entrance. She shivered in his arms. �Um, you may want to cover that,� he said as he turned beet red. She looked down and realized what he meant. With a small smile, she slid the wet cloth back over herself, not that it did much to hide her assets.

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As she�d finished her sherry that evening, Sybill Trelawney thought she�s pass the mundane time away reading a book since there were no apparitions or supernatural occurrences going to happen. She clearly foresaw another boring evening ahead. She had forgotten to pack a book, but noticed a small library not far away so she went to borrow something.

It was a small room, but it was lined with wood shelves crammed with old leather-bound books. There was a small wooden table in the center with two wooden chairs and a tatty old leather chair in the corner. The stain-glassed windows displayed the figures of the four Founders that Hagrid had mentioned on the ride in. Their names were clearly labeled underneath their image. The dying sunlight created odd colors that were filtered throughout the room.

Squinting at one of the dusty shelves, she started peering at the titles, hoping to find something of interest.

There were the usual books expected from a place that used to be a school.

An Anthology of Eighteenth Century Charms
Guide to Advanced Transfiguration
Spellman's Syllabary
The Standard Book of Spells

There were the usual best sellers in the Wizarding World:

The Collected Works of Gilderoy Lockhart (of which Sybill had two complete, autographed sets, thank you very much!)
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
Men Who Love Dragons Too Much
The Tales of Beedle the Bard

And then a few she�d never heard of:

Of Man and Mice � An Animagus Tale Or Why I Chose to Spend My Life as a Rodent by Peter Pettigrew
The Witch with a Cauldron Tattoo by Bella LeStrange
Are You There Merlin, It�s Me, Mundungus by M. Fletcher
I Was a Teenage Werewolf by RJ Lupin
Grim�s Hairy Tails by Sirius Black

She pulled out the last book in curiosity. As she opened it, a face popped out of the center, shrieking at her. She was so startled, she stepped backward and tripped on a loose stone in the floor. The book dropped from her hand as she hit her head on the edge of the table and fell to the floor. She thought she heard voices laughing as she blacked out.

The colored glass figures in the window began laughing. The taller of two male figures shouted, �Nice job, Oliver!!� The face in the book laughed uproariously in agreement and then shut the book on himself. The man then turned to the second male figure. �Godric, I believe you owe me!� he said, and held his hand out expectantly.

�Figures, Salazar. I didn�t think the daft woman would startle so easily. I mean, she does this for a living, doesn�t she?� The other man seemed disgusted at the unconscious woman but reached into a pocket and handed over a stained glass knut.

�Thank you!� Salazar acknowledged and pocketed it.

�It�s not worth anything you know,� Godric laughed.

�I know. It�s the principle of the thing.� Salazar had a stupid grin on his face.

�You have principles? That would be first!� Godric laughed. Salazar smacked his shoulder. Both men seemed amused with themselves. Both women rolled their eyes and shook their heads.

The stockier of the two women peered down. �She�s still breathing and I don�t see any blood, so I think she�ll be okay.�

The other woman huffed, �Thank Merlin for small favors, Helga. I didn�t find the thought of spending eternity with her in this library particularly pleasing. You lot are bad enough.�

�Ah, Rowena. You break my heart,� Salazar said, patting his heart with both hands in mock anguish.

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Harry sat in the overly ornate room on a plush chair covered in old furs. Kendra introduced herself and handed him a small glass of sherry before she sat down.

�True love can move mountains,*� she said with conviction.

�That may be true, but it can�t bring the dead back to life,*� Harry stated unequivocally.

She raised an eyebrow. �Oh, yes it can, dear boy.*� Seeing his look of disbelief, she continued, �On All Hallow�s Eve it can.*�

�Halloween?� he asked. �That�s tomorrow night.*�

�Yes.� She winked at him. �It�s when the spirit moves and the flesh is willing,� Harry grinned at her mischievous smile. ��and the juices flow and the skelping is mighty�*�

�Okay, Okay � enough,� Harry stopped her with a hand up to emphasize the request. The thought of her juices flowing turned his stomach a bit. �Um�What�s skelping?� he asked to distract her.

She stopped mid-lecherous thought. �It�s a ghost term.*� She suddenly turned serious and faced him. �It is dangerous,� she warned in an ominous tone. �You mustn�t go too far.*�

�What do you mean?�

She waved her hand, and a book floated from the case. The pages flipped quickly, obviously turning to a particular section of the book before landing in Harry�s lap. As it landed, Harry turned to look at the cover. It was �Hogwarts: A History.� Opening it up again, he noticed the section was called �The Book of High Spirits.�

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* Verbatim dialogue from the movie 'High Spirits'. * inside the quotation marks means just that sentence. Outside the quotation marks would indicate everything inside the quotation mark, not just the individual sentence.
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