Why do I not belong? Hogwarts is the closest I have ever felt to belonging, but my heart doesn't feel right, like I'm not supposed to be here. Like no matter what I do this void will exist.
Harry thought to himself as he wondered the seventh floor of the castle. Why is it when I make friends that something happens to ruin it? He asked himself as he thought about the farce of a duelling club where it was discovered that he could talk to snakes. Hermione and Ron didn't believe him when he told them that he didn't know. They had abandoned him, leaving him friendless once again. Please, if somebody is listening, please show me where I belong! He prayed to anyone could hear as he walked pass a certain room for the third time. A door appeared, silver and gold patterns showing murals, which seem to change every few seconds. Harry took it as sign that someone had answered his plea and entered the room, only to meet a girl with silver blond hair and light silver eyes.
"Harry Potter, your soul doesn't belong in this world," she stated seeing his weary stance and the haunted look in his eyes.
Harry took a step back at her words before asking, "Who are you?"
"Luna Lovegood, Guardian of Souls," she introduced herself, "I can send to where your soul belongs, Harry Potter, but you will never be able to return." She offered.