Aster died, and by the hands of Voldemort, strangled to death or so the rumors had stated, no one truly knew how he truly died, except you and Dumbledore. Dumbledore knew because he was there when it happened. He knew how close Aster and who-must-not-be-named were and you knew because Aster had told you himself, why because you two were together. It was unnatural to be with a ghost but you two somehow made it work.

Now, Aster floated mindlessly in your dorm, as he waited for you to come back to the room from the last class you had this evening, his ghost form was him in his teenage years given that he never made it past seventeen anyway.

“Oh, hello! I was wondering when you will show up!”

You could hear him say as soon as he entered the dorm, quickly floating down towards you with the biggest smile ever, his cold, cold hand gently touching your cheek and tilting his head slightly to the side.

he was stuck here for whatever reason, unable to roam the school like the other ghosts, that's how you two met.

“How was your classes? I think you had care for magical creatures. How is Hagrid? Haven't seen him in awhile.”

He added with a soft chuckle, pulling away from you and let his feet touch the ground and walked towards the bed, sitting on the edge of it and with his finger gestured for you to come sit next to him.