Haunted
With the death by dementor’s kiss of one of their fellow students, no one was in much of a mood for a celebration. The Great Hall was decorated in giant pumpkins and the ghosts were all in attendance. But the mood of everyone was somber. Everyone ate in silence. Even the telepaths didn’t engage in telepathic chatter. Madame Pomfrey had arrived late for a quick meal before returning to her patients. So it was with great surprise that Hari spotted Draco Malfoy through the open doorway, attempting to sneak by. Hari lept to her feet and ran out the door. Seeing her in persute, Draco took off running. Hari telekinetically grabbed the boy and held him fast as she walked up to him. It only took a telepathic glance to see who this was. So Hari addressed her:
“How about we take this to your bathroom, Myrtle?”
“You know who I really am?” asked Draco Malfoy’s body.
Of course, Myrtle. So let’s discuss this in your bathroom where we can’t be overheard,” replied Hari. “Now, I’m going to release you. Don’t try to escape again.”
“Alright,” agreed Draco Malfoy’s body.
Hari released her and followed into the 2nd floor bathroom.
“So you really know who I am?” asked Draco Malfoy’s body.
“Myrtle Frisbee Henderson, better known as ‘Moaning Myrtle’,” replied Hari. “No my question is: what do you plan to do with Draco Malfoy’s body?”
“Draco was a friend of mine,” explained Myrtle. “And I figured since he wasn’t using his body any more, he wouldn’t mind if I used it.”
“What are you going to use it for?” Asked Hari.
“Nothing special,” protested Myrtle. “I just wanted another chance at life. Please don’t tell anyone! I died so young!”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that,” countered Hari. “Draco’s parents should be here soon and they will know right away that you are not him. Here’s what I can do for you: If you come clean to them immediately, I will help persuade them to let you keep this body.”
“Alright,” agreed Myrtle.
“Now, let's go back to the infirmary,” commanded Hari. “That’s where they are likely to come look for their son.”
The two of them walked back to the infirmary. When they arrived a man’s voice was shouting:
“Where is he?!? You don’t just lose a soulless body!”
“Here he is,” announced Hari.
Narcissa Malfoy took one look at her son’s body ran and pulled him into a hug.
“Oh Draco! Draco! It’s not true! You’re alive!” gushed Narcissa.
“Actually he’s not,” said Draco Malfoy’s body. “The dementor ate his soul and I thought since he wasn’t using his body anymore it would be alright for me to use it. My real name is Myrtle Henderson.”
“Moaning Myrtle!” gasped Narcissa, as she pushed Myrtle away.
Lucius Malfoy pulled his wand out of his cane and pointed it at Myrtle.
“You dare to possess my son!” snarled Lucius. “I’ll see you exorcised and cast through the Veil of Death for this!”
Hari stepped in front of Myrtle, shielding her from the threatened exorcism.
“Before you do that, I would like to remind you that your son is dead. Nothing can bring him back,” said Hari. “But if you let Myrtle stay in his body, she could use it to sire your grandchildren.”
With those words, Lucius lowered his wand.
“You could do that?” asked Lucius.
“I hadn’t thought of that,” mused Myrtle. “I suppose I would to willing to do that if you would let me live.”
“Keep in mind, although she would be in Draco’s body, It won’t really be Draco. She won’t act like him,” explained Hari. “She’s a completely different person.”
“How different?” asked Lucius. “Do you like boys?”
“I liked Draco,” attmitted Myrtle. “But not in the way you are asking. I think I was too young when I died.”
“Did you like girls?” asked Narcissa.
“Hmmm. You know, I think maybe I do,” admitted Myrtle.
“I think we can work with that,” agreed Lucius. “Alright! Here is what we are going to do. As far as the rest of the world is concerned, you are our son, Draco Malfoy. Your change in personality is due to a near miss with the dementor. You were not kissed. Are we clear?”
“I think I can agree to that,” agreed the new Draco Malfoy.
“And remember, if you are going to be Draco Malfoy, then every time you get mad, you need to start saying: “Wait ’til my father hears of this!”” said Hari.
“Please don’t!” groaned Lucius Malfoy.
When Madam Pomfrey returned, she was not at all fooled by Draco’s ‘recovery’. However, Lucius Malfoy was able to persuade her to go along with the ruse with a promise of a donation to the school’s budget to cover a dozen things like the school brooms that were causing minor injuries that she needed to treat on a regular basis. When the professors were brought in, Hari could tell they weren’t fooled either. Nevertheless, it was Hari who was assigned the task of helping the ‘new Draco Malfoy’ get oriented into to slytherin. By the time they had dealt with Madame Pomfrey and all the professors, they had missed dinner. So Hari had to take Draco back to the Slytherin dungeon and show him around. First she showed him where his bed was in the Slytherin barracks, a single long room filled with bunkbeds on either side of the room.
“I can’t sleep in here!” Protested Draco, before whispering: “There are boys in here.”
(You’re a boy now) Hari telepathically reminded him. “You should be more worried that girls like me are sleeping in here with you. Do you like to shower at night or in the morning?”
“It’s been a long time,” attmitted Draco. “I suppose I like to shower before bed.”
“I usually shower in the morning, but I can make an exception this time for you,” said Hari before stepping several beds over to take off her clothes. She threw the dirty clothes on her bed. By now, Hari knew that the house elves would take them while she was in the shower, wash them, and by morning, they would be back in her trunk, neatly folded. Once she had completely disrobed, the glanced over the find Draco staring at her, fully dressed.
“Why are you still dressed?” asked Hari as she strode back over to Draco.
“I can’t take my clothes off in front of all these people!” protested Draco.
“Yes you can,” replied Hari, as she stood there nakedly in view of him and everyone else in the room. “Eventually, we will learn some spells that allow us not to be seen. But I haven’t learn those yet so you’ll just have to get used to it like all the others. Now, clothes, off with them!”
Draco turned his back and slowly removed his clothes. It took a lot longer than it needed to and when he turned around, he was trying to cover himself with his hands.
“Stop that,” said Hari as she pulled his hands away from his chest and crotch. “You are making a scene over something that should be normal for you. Now, let's go take a shower.”
Are Hari walked off, Draco followed her. When they stepped into the shower room, Draco found, much to his horror, that it was a single large shower room that everyone was using. Everyone he could see using it were on the younger side. He couldn’t break through the privacy charms that the older students were using, like Hari could. With some coaxing from Hari, Draco washed himself, while Hari did the same. She did not wash her hair. Getting female hair to look right required more work than Hari could accomplish with a quick shower. After they showered, Hari showed Draco where the towels were for the younger students who didn’t know drying charms, then led him back to the barracks. Hari went straight back to her trunk, pulled out a nightgown and put in on before returning to Draco who was standing next to his bed.
“You probably have a night shirt or pajamas in your trunk,” pointed out Hari.
“Oh yes! I do!” exclaimed Draco, as he pulled a nightshirt out of his trunk. Once he was dressed for bed, he turned to Hari and said: “Thank you for helping me.”
“Not a problem,” replied Hari. “Now let’s go to bed.”
With that, Draco got in his lower bunk bed, while Hari walked over to hers and climbed in the top bunk.
The next morning, Hari took another shower before getting dressed and leading Draco down to breakfast. When they entered the Great Hall, everyone from the other houses stared at him, like the Slytherins had pretended not to do last night when they had first entered the dungeon. The other students at their table had lots of questions about what it was like to be dead. But Draco claimed he couldn’t remember . . . that he couldn’t remember much of his life.
(How did he survive the dementor’s kiss) Neville asked Hari telepathically.
(He didn’t,) replied Hari. (His body is being possessed by the ghost of Myrtle Henderson.)
(Moaning Myrtle?) asked Neville.
(That’s her . . . or he, now that she’s in Draco’s body,) replied Hari. (He intends to make this permanent, but needs help adjusting. His memories of classes are 50 years out of date. Do you think we could let him join our study group?)
(I suppose it would be alright,) replied Neville.
For the rest of the day, Hari guided Draco to his classes and after class, brought him to their study group. After they had finished all their Hogwarts homework, they began pulling out their notes for their mundane studies for A-Levels. Susan and Hannah left. But the others remained.
“What’s all this?” asked Draco.
“After we finish our homework, we usually study for our A-Levels in the muggle world,” explained Hermione. “It’s the muggle version of O.W.L.s.”
“Could I stay and learn that too?” asked Draco. “In my past life I was muggle-born and I would like to catch up on what I missed. I’m sure a lot has changed since the 1940s.”
“Great you can help with our history of that era,” replied Hermione.
This was the beginning or Draco being a regular member of their study club.
A couple of days later, there was a story in the Daily Prophet about how Minister Fudge had blamed the whole dementor attack on one of his underlings, a woman named Umbridge. But that hadn’t stopped him from losing his position as Minister of Magic. The new Minister’s first act was to quietly remove the dementors from Hogwarts.
On their next Hogsmede weekend, Dean Thomas asked Hari on a date. After what had almost happened on her date with Neville and with the thoughts that Dean was thinking about her when he asked her out, Hari decided it might be prudent to go to the infirmary for a contraceptive potion.
“Aren’t you a little young for that?” asked Madame Pomfrey.
“Better to take it and not need it than need it and not take it,” replied Hari.
“Oh, very well,” replied Pomfrey, as she handed her a vial. “You’ll need to come back to me for one of these every month. And when you are ready to start having children, it could take as long as six months to purge these from your system.”
The Hogsmead day came, Dean wanted to go straight to the Shrieking Shack. Once they were inside, to say their sex was rough would be an understatement. He ripped her clothes trying to get them off her. An outside observer might think they were watching her get raped, especially when he pulled her arms over her head and pinned her down. But she was enjoying it and in spite of it being her first time in this body, she was able to reach climax before he finished.
“Thanks for that,” said Dean, once he had caught his breath. “That was fun.”
“I enjoyed it too,” replied Hari, as she telekinetically lifted her clothes and used telekinesis to weave them back together where they had been torn.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Asked Dean, as he noticed the rips in her clothing that she was weaving back together.
“I would have let you know if you had,” replied Hari. “You didn’t do anything I didn’t want you to. Well . . . you might have noticed that I opened my mind to you while we were doing it. While you were trying to keep me out. Telepaths generally like to have our minds open to each other, to share our minds as well as our bodies. Not that you could keep me out. I could see that you were only thinking about what you wanted to do to me, not how you could make me feel good. It was fun as a one time thing. But I wouldn’t want to be in a relationship with you like that. And I can tell you were only interested in a one off too.”
“And that’s alright?” asked Dean. “We’re still friends?”
“Still friends,” agreed Hari, offering her hand to shake.
When he tried to pull her closer for a kiss, she telekinetically pushed him back.
“Just friends,” said Hari, firmly.
After coming together like this, Hari and Dean were able to go back to being friends to the extent that none of the other students other than their closest friends suspected that the two of them had gone so far on their Hogsmead date. So were it came time for the next Hogsmead weekend, it was Justin Finch-Fletchley that asked Hari out. She had been letting her mine be open when she was around her friends in order to help them learn to telepathically scan her. As result, Justin knew that she had gone all the way with Dean on their date because he had gotten good enough to scan the information from her open mind. So, as they walked around Hogsmead Hari could see the erotic thoughts he was thinking. However, unlike Dean, who’s only though about what he wanted to do to make himself feel pleasure using her body as a tool for that, Justin instead, was think of all the different things he could do make her feel pleasure. Finally, after opening he mind enough that he could see she was thinking similar thoughts she turned to him and asked:
“Do you want to go somewhere more private?”
“Sure. . . . if you do,” replied Justin.
Taking him by the hand, Hari let him to the Shrieking Shack. Once they were inside, Justin insisted on cleaning up the room a bit and repairing the bed. It was only after that was accomplished that he pulled her into a kiss. Unlike Dean, he slowly seduced her out of her clothes and let her do the same to him. And they continued more, he used his newfound ability to scan her telepathically to see just what she wanted and how she wanted it. He was a lot more gentle than Dean. But much to Hari’s disappointment, he finished before she could. With him in her open mind there was no need to suppress her groan of disappointment.
“I’m sorry,” said Justin.
“It’s alright,” lied Hari, even though she knew he was inside enough to know she was lying. She was also thinking he might make a good husband someday. But she was not ready to be tied down yet.
By the end of the school year all of those who were trying to learn telepathy had learned how to scan. If Hari were to try to estimate their abilities by Psi Corps standards: Dean would be a P7, Hermione would be a P5, Justin was a P3 and Sally was a P2. But that was only telepathically. Although Sally was weak as scanning thoughts, she was more like a P10 when it came to reading emotions or projecting them. Luna was a P10 too. But her scanning was always active unless she was concentrating on suppressing it. Colin had not gotten to scanning yet. But he had learned how to shield his mind.