So sorry for the delay, I started this story in 7th grade, and now I'm going to be a junior? Laughs nervously. I will finish this story before I go to collage, promise. Of course I am ashamed of earlier chapters, so I will be redoing them. The eailer chapters should be revised by the time school starts in GA. Okay? Thanks.

Dumbledore watched at the ever-curious world surprised him again. The teenager that the group had rescued from the ministry was sitting, on thin air, and inspecting the candles that resided above the large oaken tables. The expression on his face was one of both wonder and skepticism. Whenever he reached out to touch the white wax of the hovering candles they would begin to droop, and wax would drip onto the floor below him. If the orange haired boy touched the candle before it drooped out of his reach then the fire went out and the hot beeswax candle fell to the stone floor beneath him. To the headmaster it looked strange, the muggle clothed teenager, who sat on the air and played with floating candles. The old man was thinking about how he could possibly create a believable story for the fact there is clearly semi-transparent new orange haired teenager running amok Hogwarts.

Minerva was running records and finding out where the boy belongs originally, and Snape was discussing the finer details of the shaky trust with the minister. Snape had more power with Fudge because of the potions masters connection with the pure blooded Malfoy's and the fact he had the backing of Dumbledore. Snape had his own tactics to get Cornelius to do what the staff at Hogwarts wanted, and so Dumbledore was left to finalize things and keep watch and a half disappeared and half starved Ichigo.

A flash of energy, and a flare of blue and all of the candles on the ceiling fell to the worn stone. At first there was no reaction, then a snort of laughter. The rescued male stood up on shaky legs then walked back to the floor. He hopped the last foot or so without thinking, and Dumbledore had to catch him before he collapsed. The teen said something in a fast Asian language (most likely a curse of some kind) and tried to stand straight again after his fall. The elderly man had to congratulate him on his brave face.

"Lets go back to Madame Pomfrey to get you back in a bed hm?" Dumbledore watched the foreigners face carefully to judge his reaction. The teen seemed to not be fazed by his own condition, by the hard look in his eyes and the way he tried to hold himself. Ichigo nodded and the two of them walked slowly to the nurse's infirmary.

Harry Potter rubbed the back of his sore hand as he walked back to his dormitory. Detention with Mrs. Umbitch was an enlightening experience as to what was truly going on within the ministry. The black haired boy told the password the fat lady and entered the warm common room. Ron was still awake, playing against himself in wizard chess. The loyal best friend was wearing his giant 'R' sweater and had a disgruntled look on his face.

"What's up Ron?" Harry asked as Ron's rook took out the other player's bishop. The red head frowned and pointed to a piece of parchment that was laid out next to him. Harry looked over ad raised his eyebrows as he looked at the Marauder's Map.

"I saw mom and dad on here earlier, Dumbledore's office." The lanky chess player pointed at the small place on the Map. Currently there where only two people in the old man's office. Snape and … Fudge? Harry looked at the old parchment much more closely. The masses of people were located in the four dormitories, names covering most everything, blurring out the finer details of the castle around the sleeping students. Some of the more studious students were skipping out on some sleep to hang out in the library. Only a handful was hanging out in the kitchen, Harry gave a mental congratulation to the Hufflepuffs who had gained enough trust in the house elves to do that particular feat. "They were here for a split second before dad went off grounds and mom went to the infirmary."

"Why? Do you know?" Harry asked, Ron stopped the chess game and unfolded the map more, consciously careful of the old worn creases. The whole castle was now shown on the wooden table. The two buddies looked over the parchment together. Eventually Harry pointed at the hallway that leads to the infirmary.

"There is no name." Ron pointed out.

"That's why I drew attention to it."

"This is why no one likes you."

Harry snorted at Ron's sarcasm, and the red head just swatted at the green-eyed boy. They got into a one on one swat war, Harry getting a good hit on Ron's arm and Ron managed to knock the round glasses off of Harry's nose.

"Well, I see this is why no one talks to us." Harry and Ron looked over to the new arrival. The bushy brown hair was tied up in a strange half ponytail half bun and her pajamas had little cats all over the pants. Hermione sat opposite of the two boys. She glanced over the map that was laid out on the table she normally did her homework and raised a brow. Ron and Harry fixed themselves from the fake smack down and they began to explain what Ron had seen. Hermione frowned and shifted her weight.

"Write your mother? Ask her?" The bushy haired girl frowned and stated the obvious method to figure out the answer. Ron scoffed, his freckled nose scrunching up at the thought. Harry looked at Ron with confusion.

"You don't just ask mom," The tallest of the group began. "You have to play it just right." He looked over to the frizzy haired girl. "It's a sibling thing ya know? You have to juggle when the parent you want is the least mad at you and at their wits end with whoever, or whatever, you want to go against." Ron motioned to the chessboard in front of him as the pieces were reforming themselves. "Its like a chess strategy, you have to time it just right."

The bushy haired shorter girl made a face at the way Ron seemed to handle his family, Harry just snorted. The green-eyed boy had seen Fred and George use this back and forth method against Ron before, they made the freckled younger boy do the dishes after every dinner, and Ron managed to get the twins back about a week later. Mrs. Weasley had the twin red heads take the trash out at the end of the evening. The two alternated running across the street to the dumpster in the middle of the night for about a month.

"Either way, the nameless skull thing is moving about the infirmary next to McGonagall." Ron off handedly stated. Hermione's attention was immediately drawn to the worn parchment paper.

The moving object looked like a black geometric like skull, carefully hovering above footprints that were moving with Dumbledore. It shifted around to be next to Minerva, then was placed on what appeared to be a bed. Harry looked up from the old enchanted paper to see Hermione taking down her hair and Ron cleaning up his game.

"Are we going to check it out?" Harry asked his two friends. They both looked at him like he should be used to this behavior by now.

"Of course, the Order appears to be involved with whatever the skull thing is," Ron shrugged, the overly large 'R' sweater moving with him easily. "So why not put the extendable ears Fred and George gave us to use?"

Harry smiled wickedly at the thought. "Let me get the cloak"

The orange haired teen sat on a white bed as the people around him spoke. The elderly man was looking at him and frowning, appearing to be in deep thought. There was a nice older woman talking to another woman who appeared to be a nurse of some kind.

There was another woman talking directly to the teen, a red haired woman who had an air about her that screamed 'mother'. Ichigo's reiatsu flared as a she walked closer, and he reined it in as best he could. It was like something that happened unconsciously with everyone Ichigo met, if the ginger considered him or her a friend or an ally his reiatsu would latch onto him or her and center on him or her. Rukia and Renji tried to explain it to the teen once but he ignored them for the favor of watching the 11th division fight about a drinking song.

It was the reason that his friends had an accelerated sense of spiritual awareness.

The woman in front of him spoke again, something about asking him if he was comfortable or something. He nodded and zoned back out again.

Ichigo leaned foreword on his arms, looking at a peculiar spot of air. It fizzled and popped with a strange kind of movement. It was like the push of whatever these people called their reiatsu occupied all the air in that corner of the arched doorway.

"Mr. Kurosaki, I have ran your records" The bun lady had moved to look at him, standing in the way of the fuzzy air near the doorway. "You seem to have no wizarding background of any kind." Ichigo rolled his eyes; wizards sounded an awful close to the pronunciation of vizard. The skinny teenager applauded his mental snark and he felt the two souls within his world belittle him for the idiocy.

"Nope, no magic" His brown eyes tried to look at the fuzzy feeling air, but the tight lipped lady (Mcgagle? Mynerva? Whatever, she had the same air around her as Unohara did) was still blocking his way.

"Mr. Kurosaki, you need a reason for being here, and considering you don't appear to be all there." She frowned and looked behind her at what the boy was staring at. Nothing was there.

The orange haired teen waved off the worry. He was still in kind of a solider shock, the state that Ichigo went into to keep a stable mind when dealing with more normal situations. The blankets felt nice, thick for the chill that seemed to seep through the weathered stone.

The older woman sighed at the drooping eyelids that she had seen many a time in her classes over the years. "Albus, he's half gone, both mentally and physically." It was true, without conscious power being pulled from the air around him, the rescued teen began to fade from sight.

The old headmaster seemed to not be worried about the fading image, but more worried about the fact that he had a new recruit into the school that he had no reasonable explanation for. His gaze traveled from a leaving Mrs. Weasley and Madam Pomfrey to the empty echoing hallway. A faint figure passed through the stone and onto another. Dumbledore knew that Peeves would leave the hospital wing alone; even ghosts were not that mean.

Suddenly the blue grey twinkle came back full force as the elderly man jumped up. He almost cried out in his joy.

There was no reason that Hogwarts couldn't add a new ghost to its collection for a year.