Of Hosts and Friends

Book cross over.

Summary: She had hidden in this girls body since the night she was left dying after her escape from the seekers, the moment her eyes opened it was no longer Hermione Granger looking at the world it was Petals Open to the moon… Breaths golden smoke… rides with the bears or rather her human name; Explorer.

The souls soon took over leaving pockets of humans still willing to fight the message these aliens were trying to spread.

Now Hermione and Explorer become unexpected allies in this new war to try and save those they love and stop each from being erased.

Author note: I highly suggest reading 'The Host' by Stephenie Meyer. However after saying that I will answer the question running through your minds; why on earth even attempt to cross over a book like that with Harry Potter. It makes no sense, I know but I say why not. It may not make sense and if you truly don't think it's a good Idea I ask you not to read on and please if you wish to tell me that this 'wrong' then please PM me instead of leaving a review as it does disinhearten me when I read those reviews (a big wuss i know) but I would like to try. I'm not trying to deny you your opinions but I would like to go over your comments (or rants) in my own time.

Thank you and I hope this teaser chapter holds your interest.

Thoughts will be in Italic

Memories will be centered and separated

Chapter one

Open eyes

They were not my memories, the ones attacking my mind… they were her memories and they hurt me because they held emotions I had yet to understand on this planet.

I had been warned before accepting my new role on this planets that these creatures had been so different from the others we had helped that it might be my hardest Calling since we all left The Origin.

I felt no smugness nor pride that was not duly appointed to my status, I didn't hold those emotions.

In fact there was not one Soul among the many that held those emotions; it was physically impossible.

As Souls we felt nothing more then love and peace, joy at the thought of aiding our own kind or the aliens we inhabited.

But despite our emotional range we still held higher intelligence and could soon understand the language these humans used to describe their emotions.

Pain… fear.

That was my host felt as her last memory played out before me; it was my body now and it was technically my mind that showed me that memory of her failed attempts to escape from the Seekers. However it wasn't my fear, my hate nor shame at failing that echoed around my body.

Sadness

Among the few emotions that I had experienced since bonding with my new body that emotion seemed to swell more then the rest as I saw through her eyes she had no where to run.

I felt my heart twist, my stomach drop and my blood freeze when I saw that black wall growing dangerously close to my face while the sound of sharp footsteps grew closer behind me- her- despair now coursing through my body.

I struggle in my clouded state trying to sort this memory into order; it was hard enough taking control of this bodies movements with out trying to force my mind to sort through that last memory to place it in some order.

The Beginning… start at the beginning

My mind- now truly mine- attempted to struggle with the order, protesting as more images frittered through my mind eyes.

Soon I controlled even the basic of this memory, my attachments only had a few spares in this body a strange thought as it was a higher number in my previous hosts.

These humans were stronger but it proved no more difficult then when I attempted to bond with a host on The Spider world with their three minds.

This can't be happening, I thought as my feet thudded down too hard on the ground lost in the darkness this building offered.

I had to do this… I had to find them but at what cost; my life it seemed.

Blindly I hurried around a corner wondering where that feeling of safety for these walls had fled to when only a few years ago I was happy to be here.

I stumble, cursing the feet upon which was my only hope to escape this nightmare. I couldn't stop now, I owed it to them… all of them to make sure I wasn't found but more importantly I wasn't caught and made into one of those things.

My body I found was far too exhausted to shudder at the idea of becoming something other then myself.

With determination I hadn't felt since I first walked these corridors when I was eleven my pace sped up, my legs would give out soon; I knew this but that didn't matter because I knew those following me didn't have the knowledge to follow me.

"We only want to help" one of my pursuers called out in a unnerving calm and soft voice; that's how they did it of course. After the first wave it had only been too easy to understand how they hid among us.

They never got scared, they never got annoyed and they surely never got angry which made it hard to spot them until it was too late.

"Please… let us help" Another voice, fearfully too close to me now, panicking I only offered the smallest of glances over my shoulder. I couldn't see them that meant they were too far away, sadly not far enough or they were well hidden.

I pushed my limits when I forced my body to hurtle forward, my poor body had already endured two weeks of ducking and diving trying to find this place again.

I wished I had listened when they pleaded with me to stay… I even wished I hadn't made them stay behind; no I didn't wish that. I'm glad I made them stay because I'm not sure I could have gotten this far if one of them had gotten caught.

"Stupid" I hiss at myself hoping the desperate tone wouldn't over whelm the fury I felt for myself, thankfully the pounding of my blood in my ears blocked the sound of my voice out so I couldn't hear the breaking of the tone.

I'm sorry… please forgive me, I couldn't scold myself for the true meaning behind my apology; I wasn't saying sorry for getting this mess but for not being fast enough to make it back to them.

My status as brightest witch still remained and as I heard the shifting of the stairs just around the corner I knew how this had to end.

Relief spread throughout me as I retracted the meaning of my apology, it was no longer because I got caught now; it was because I would never say those to them again.

Using the last of my energy I hurtled around the corner with dead hope flaring up one last time, a small part that proved I was human.

The empty space where the stairs should have been swallowed me in mid air, I didn't even glance around when the gasps came. My screams soon deafened me, the darkness around me only grew darker when I screwed my eyes shut; awaiting the pain I knew that would take me away from the Seekers… from this world of running… from them.

"Forgive me" I offer not sure if it was a thought or a scream but it was enough for me in the end, I did try… I always tried for them.

Disconnected now from that vivid memory I knew my breathing had changed now, I didn't need the beeping nor the pregnant pause to the breathing of those around me to know that I was now waking.

The blinding light prodding at her- no my eyelids burned making my face twist in pain, something I was never I could do.

Why was everything so… harsh, was this world this hard to adjust to. I pushed my clouded state away from, it felt heavy more heavy then I was used to.

"Can you hear me" a soft and gentle voice questioned, prodding at the clouds surrounding me making the heaviness lift a little.

Opening my mouth I soon understand that despite my understanding of the humans language I still wasn't sure how it worked.

Nodding it seems was enough to convey my assurance because I felt the sigh wash over me as the Healer- the gentleness couldn't be mistaken- and I heard him move back.

A cooling hand pressed against my forehead.

I started not because of the touch but because it had become clear to me as the sweat clung to my skin that I had been sweating.

Why

I wasn't scared, I couldn't be scared now I was in control of this body and this healer was like me, he was a soul and he meant me no harm.

A Soul

The voice clearly my hosts voice and now mine echoed, the tone clinging to the voice was that of distrust and haterage.

I didn't hate anyone, it was impossible for me to hate anyone.

The Host

With an internal sigh I understood now that it must be some residual thought and feelings from my hosts previous life. Her feelings about us had been so strong that it left a lingering presence.

"Where am I"

I couldn't help but flinch back at the sound of her- no my voice now- it was chocked and dry, it must have been a longer time since her final memory and my bonding.

"The London Healing facility" the Healers voice remained calm and soft causing peace to spread back through my limbs.

My limbs no longer hers.

"Did… did it go well" I ask feeling the healer stiffening at the meaning of my question.

Did it hold a double meaning …no, despite the heaviness still in my mind I know it went well; I simply just wanted to know if the healing this body would have needed after the jump.

"Yes… I'm sorry but what shall I call you; would you prefer the human name or your true name" the Healer's tone held no shame nor nervousness just a simple question.

"My true name… forgive me but it is harder to translate, perhaps for now my hosts name will do" I reply in the most even tone I could produce from this body.

My Body

Was that me who thought that… it didn't feel light enough to be my thought but I was alone in this body, the previous soul no longer lingered here. That was how it went.

"Then Hermione yes it went well… we had to spend longer on healing you then we usually spend but I'm sure you had time to understand what damage was done" the Healer now sounded sadden, not by his response but probably by the memory of how my body was brought to him.

My Body

I didn't know what was more louder my hiss or my gasp as my eyes flew open and the dimmed light burnt my eyes, the healer was a blur against the bright light and the tears of pain shimmered over my eyes.

Seeing for the first time I was in the familiar room of the Healers, the blinking lights of machines I could not translate the names for just yet brought a sense of relief over me.

I was here in my body and that thought was just mine… the heaviness in my mind though not lifting did not scare me because I knew now that this body was mine now.

I was alone in here and with sadness at the memories that tugged back into their place after being transferred I truly believed that Hermione Jane Granger was gone.

She had been erased to make room for me to bring peace.

I ignored the strange feeling that swelled up in me at the thought… I couldn't put a name to it just yet but I would because the memories still clouded and heavy for me to sort through would yield their answers and they would become mine.

Mine!