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Chapter One: Perfect Soul.

Mimi Potter felt like she didn't belong.

Her large glasses, the untamed black curls that was her hair, the emerald eyes... her petite form which she didn't know if it came from her lack of food or just genes.

These people... the wizards... they looked at her like she was their saviour, but she doesn't want that. She wants to be loved like she isn't an object, a national treasure.

And she also knows that people want to be friends because of this... a boy with red hair was already shoving through the rooms of the train to find her, she quickly hid herself... people recognised the scar more than her, maybe the books about her which showed off a more boyish, tall and short haired version of her was what came to mind before they saw her.

Her compartment opened, the boy with red hair said if she had seen a 'Mimi Potter' and said that he was going to be her best friend... she didn't like lying but she did, she didn't like this boy.

"N-no, I heard s-she was further up the t-train." She whispered.

The boy growled in annoyance, she knew that it wasn't particularly aimed at her but after the compartment door slid shut with a little more force than normal she started to shiver.

'I-I d-don't like I-it here.' She thought to herself.

*Ribbit*

The sound was strange... but it sounded like a toad, something you were allowed to bring to Hogwarts as a pet.

*Croak*

She looked up from her knees and noticed that yes, a toad was on the chair over in the compartment.

"H-hello." She greeted.

The toad didn't really reply, but it took a huge leap and landed next to her on the other cushion. Mimi once again curled herself up, hoping that this train ride was as quiet and as normal as possible.

The only sound that was in the room for about half an hour was the train.

Suddenly a dull thud met Mimi's ears and she looked back up, it seemed the toad had leaped onto her seat cushion which she barely filled and was now staring at her.

"D-do y-you w-want anything?"

The Toad hopped closer to her, and seemed to be sizing her up, the amphibian gaze holding some sort of emotion not usually held by an animal.

"Ummm... d-do you want some sweets?" She asked, pulling out her half eaten box of every flavour beans, even with her little bundle of galleons in her pocket she still only bought the single box.

Taking out a half eaten one from the box (which tasted of some sort of bug and as such was ignored after the taste) and placed it in front of the toad.

It didn't seem like a good idea as she didn't know if a toad was meant to eat sweets but it seemed that things went well, as the toad gripped the jelly sweet with its tongue and brought it to its mouth.

Mimi gained a small smile, something rare due to her life, and held her hand out in attempt to stroke the toad.

As soon as her finger touched the creature though she reeled back, not from the odd texture but the strange green spark that zapped her, the toad seemed to feel it too as it croaked in mild annoyance.

"S-sorry." She apologised, even though she had no clue on what happened.

But then she remembered that it had happened before... with the owl she had named Hedwig, after she had done so she had noticed a new addition to her hand's palm, a tiny mark that looked like an outline of a feather and a rather detailed H.

So she decided to look at her hand again... there was another mark, this time it was an outline of what appeared to be a lily pad, and the letter T was in the same detailed font.

She also noticed another thing... the outline of the feather was filled in slightly with white.

What was happening? Is this something all magic people go through?

The compartment door opened; making Mimi jump, the Toad did too... it appeared to vanish into thin air.

Mimi thought the person at the door was quite pretty, the bushy hair was quite interesting, behind her was a boy... he appeared to be quite shy.

"Have you seen a Toad? Neville lost his." Her voice was kind of bossy, but it didn't seem harsh.

"O-oh, Y-yeah I did see a Toad... but just before you got here it just seemed to v-vanish... through a wall..."

The girl turned to the boy, whose name was apparently Neville, who looked at her with shock in reply.

The girl sighed and put a hand to her forehead.

"I think I'll look for him on my own... t-thanks." With that the boy left.

"Urgh. Do you mind if I sit here?"

"N-not at all..."

"Oh right, my name is Hermione Granger. Nice to meet you." The girl held out a hand.

Mimi went for a shake but as she did so a thought crossed her mind.

'What if it does the same think as with Hedwig and the To-

It was too late, when both hands had a firm grip familiar green sparks arced between them. This time the sparks moved up Hermione's arm and settled onto her wrist, in a span of a few seconds the sparks seemed to crystallize and created an intricate bracelet.

Mimi pulled back, and started to spew shaky apologies from her mouth.

"I'm sorry I-I d-don't k-know what happened I-I'm s-sorry... A-are you okay I-I didn't m-mean to d-do t-that."

"I-it's okay Mimi." Hermione said shakily, her sight on the bracelet that now fit snugly on her hand as she did so.

"H-how do you know my n-name."

"Because of this," Hermione thrust the green band to the girl, who looked at it with a confused face, "I'm sure you know what this is right?"

The shy girl shook her head.

"It's a purity bracelet, made by the pure soul's magic when it accepts a witch into the pure bond."

"Pure Soul?"

"How can you not know what a pure soul is? You are given a pamphlet on it that comes with the Hogwarts letter if it is delivered by owl..."

"I wasn't given one... s-sorry."

"Don't apologise Mimi, just read this..." Hermione pulled a pamphlet from her robe pocket and passed it to her. The pamphlet's blurb made Mimi's head fizzle.

Pure Souls and Pure Bonds.

She opened the pamphlet.

If you received this pamphlet then it means a Pure Soul is currently alive.

What is a pure soul exactly?

They are exactly what they are described as, they are the kindest, most trustworthy and naturally innocent witches known to magic kind.

Specifically witches mind you, only a witch can be born a pure soul and only a single pure soul can exist at a single time.

Now if Pure Souls were just extremely kind people you may never know if you met one, but no, they have many things that pull them far away from a natural bunch of magic users.

One is their natural beauty or cuteness. They either look... as an idiotic man would say... 'Smoking hot'... or... as a muggle girl might say to her friends... 'totally adorbs'. It could be that their features stand out between others, eye colours might look unnatural or they could be just so darn cute that you want to hug them.

Hugging leads to the second point. If a Pure Soul touches an 'acceptable being' a bond will instantly form, this is signalled by sparks of magic which have been known to be a different colour for each Pure Soul. When this is done the Pure Soul's body will gain a magical mark, be it a symbol or a name, to signify the bond, the bonded being will gain a charm which enhances the link they have to the Pure Soul's magic.

Now wherever the bond goes depends on what steps are taken, a Pure Soul once made what some might call a 'harem' and proceeded to spread her strong magic abilities between the families... don't question how she did it. When an acceptable being either is naturally female... or eventually turns female. It doesn't need to go that way, it could be that a bonded decided to become a permanent bodyguard, a best friend... heck even their shoe polisher... a pure bond is special.

Now don't take it like you have no control over yourself if you become bonded, choices in life are still yours. But a Pure Soul feels like home wherever they are and your own magic will instinctively produce positive feelings when receiving magic from a Pure Soul.

I suppose that is another thing. Pure Souls have so much magic inside them that they almost never run out and their core keeps replenishing... this spare magic is spread amongst bonded and will enhance their abilities.

Of course this isn't much information for such an important thing, Pure Souls are born when a time of change is coming and will always have a hand to try and help the world into a new age, but the thing is every Pure Soul has their own abilities, they might have the power to become intangible, they could have the ability to make songs to cure disease... it is all random and new abilities pop up as the Pure Soul's magic works and weaves in the world.

Good luck, and may you have the chance to meet the Pure Soul... you might even bond with her.

Quill of Pure Scribing, 58th Edition, current location: Hogwarts.

"I... I don't deserve to be the Pure Soul..." Mimi said quietly with tears in her eyes, causing Hermione to look up from the book she was reading and slid into the chair next to the tiny girl.

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked, rather confused about the reaction. She expected joy from Mimi about being powerful, what witch didn't want to hear about how awesome they would be?

"I am just a freak who does everything wrong... I couldn't even get my freakishness beaten out of m-"Mimi put her hand over her mouth, stopping the sentence abruptly.

'Oh god why did I say that... nononoonono I'm gunna be in trouble nononono.'

The fearful thoughts were stopped by a huge hug from Hermione, its overwhelming comfort and warmth of made Mimi blush wildly but even so she put her skinny hands around the girl.

"Whoever told you this is wrong... and if I ever see them they will feel how wrong they were."

"I-I wasn't supposed to tell... I w-will get in t-trouble now..." Mimi squeaked, the hug that surrounded her got tighter.

"I'll protect you; its part of my job now isn't it?" Hermione Giggled.

Hermione pulled away a few minutes later when one of the older students knocked at the door and mentioned that they would arrive at Hogwarts soon. After wiping away the other Hermione exited the compartment to give the girl some privacy whilst changing.

"I'll see you when we get there, alright?"

"A-alright... bye Hermione."

Mimi, after locking the compartment door, quickly began to change. She idly noticed the intricate 'H.G' marking on her arm below the two other marks.

Did the other marks mean she was bonded to the Toad and Hedwig too? They were an 'acceptable being'?

Mimi shook these thoughts from her head and quickly finished changing; she noticed that the robes were a little too big too... But she was sure that they were made to 'fit her perfectly'... well that was what the shop said.

True to the other student's word the train stopped five minutes later, night had fallen and thanks to the lack of human produced light the stars shown brighter than Mimi had ever seen before.

"First years this way!" A gruff yet kind voice called from further up the station, the tall man known as Hagrid was waving a bell up and down as he continued his call.

Mimi quickly joined the gaggle of first years, yet even so she felt awkward at her size which seemed to make even the other short ones loom over her.

After all the first years were accounted for the huge man led them to a dock of sorts, lines of rickety looking boats lining each side.

"No more than four to a boat!" The 'keeper of keys' bellowed, the fresh meat of Hogwarts were quick to follow the command and climbed carefully onto the boats. Mimi smiled when she somehow managed to get on the same boat as Hermione, who smiled back but kept quiet after that when two boys got into the boat a few moments later.

About two minutes passed before Hagrid checked over the people on the boats and called out 'Forward', which caused the vehicles to start gliding across the water with surprising ease.

Soon they had to duck under a vine covered outcrop, but when it was safe to raise their heads without getting slimy vegetation in their hair...

Gasps of mystified children were heard from each boat as the sight of the large castle which would be their place of learning for the next years of their life.

Well... if no problems spring up of course...

Here is another story for your face, not much to say... it's going to be a cliché fluff fest.

Sorry for the wait, I reached a wall on some other stories and I don't want to disappoint you guys. (*cough* Ultra Child *cough*, *cough* Bruised Spirit *cough*, *cough* mediamancer *cough*)

Anyways, enjoy this story, and the one which will be released at the same time.

These might be coming out more frequently because it goes to my old style of work... have no plan.

Going to orbit, cya.