He ran.

Stupid dreams. I hate it when they keep you trapped in them…

Dobby had just woken him up from his position in the Come and Go room. Apparently, the Second Task was about to begin. Everyone was outside at the stands already, save for a few stragglers that were now making their way down. All of Harry's research had lead him only to a few possibilities. One of which was a spell to create a bubble of something around his head, boringly named the Bubble-Head Charm.

However, Dobby gave him another route.

A slimy unusual plant called gillyweed. Its effects were mostly used in potions that had to do with the respiratory system; however, when consumed on its own, it forced the internal magic within the consumer to transform their body into a more…fishlike, appearance, complete with temporary ability to breathe underwater.

Harry swore he'd give Dobby the most confusingly colorful pair of socks he could find.

Dammit, at this rate…

The staircase had changed; he was in a hall he'd been through only once before, a few students were taking their time heading down to the doors, therefore blocking his way. He poured on the speed, tensing his leg muscles and then adhering a small fragment of his magic to the soles of his feet, before running along the wall next to them. The students, a group of second year Slytherins, stared in shock as the blur that was Harry Potter ran along the walls to their left, before bouncing off, slamming onto his feet and taking off again.

Damn, stupid detours…I've only got a couple minutes…

A quick flick of his wand, and he was bounding large distances. Single, distance eating steps replaced smaller ones, as he seemed to slowly bob up and down, world around him a wave of color. He'd practiced this spell late at night, all it did was increase the distance a single step would cover, but he'd pushed it to its limits one night, finding that he could cover immense ground quickly, but the downside was that it was hard to see. Thankfully, he'd memorized the way to the lake already, and nobody was in his path.

He finally landed behind the stands, bolting around and skidding to a stop right next to Fleur, who, among the others, frowned at his lateness. He sent a small glare.

"Shut it. It's not my fault I had to have a friggin house elf wake me up because nobody made an announcement."

The elder French teen seemed taken aback by his hostility. She gave him a small smirk. "Not a morning person are you 'arry Potter?"

He subconsciously rubbed his arms and legs, checking to make sure his knives were still on him. "Actually, usually I am. I'm just not a 'willingly put my life at risk for pointless reasons' type of person."

Krum gave a small snort at that, as Ludo Bagman approached.


The shot was fired. The task had started.

Immediately Harry popped in the gillyweed. After a few moments of chewing he dived under, holding his breath until an odd tingling on his neck signified its activation. He smiled, knowing once again, despite his dangerous attempts at 'saving' him two years prior, Dobby had come though. The raven haired teen saw the water suddenly become clearer, as the plant's effects came full circle. He didn't know what had been taken, or where it was but he was on his way.

Ambushed by a group of those horrible sea creatures, he'd taken one out with a banishing charm, and another with one of his knives. Realizing that his spells were for some reason hampered in the water, he switched solely to knife combat, cutting each one down like they were simply stalks of wheat. After a few of their members died, the others backed off, realizing this was no prey, it was a predator all its own.

Harry returned to his search, when a silvery light appeared next to him. Myrtle 'swam' down to where he was.

"You might want to try near the bottom Harry. They don't like me much there, so I tend to stay away. Do be careful?"

Harry nodded, knowing she wouldn't be able to understand him under water, and flashed a thumbs up and a smile. She returned it and floated back towards the castle.

Bottom of the lake huh? Figures. Alright, let's get there.


Ron? They figured the thing I'd miss most was RON? Geez what idiots…I mean…I guess they had to pick a person but…

He'd made it, and four people were tied to posts in the center of the Mermish village. He'd encountered no resistance so far, but he noticed spear wielding Mermen were not too far away. He flicked out his knife, cutting the ropes around Ron, and then moved for Hermione. A Merman grabbed his arm.

"Take only your friend."

Harry growled, realizing that they were there to make sure nobody sabotaged the other hostages, but it pissed him off due to Hermione being his friend as well. He nodded, glare firmly on his face, and backed up…but didn't leave.

I may not be able to take her back, but I'm waiting until-

Cedric showed up. He grabbed a sharp stone and started hacking at the ropes binding Cho. He turned to Harry after grabbing her around the waist, an odd distortion around his head.

"The others are on their way. Have you been waiting all this time?"

Harry shook his head, and pointed up. Harry would wait; he didn't care about the scores. Cedric hesitated, wondering if he should stay. Harry shook his head again, and jabbed upward, fiercer this time. Cedric nodded and took off, Cho in his arms. A few minutes later, Krum appeared, head looking like a shark. He started leaning for a bite on the ropes binding Hermione, when Harry poked him on the shoulder, holding out the stone Cedric used.

It was selfish, but Harry charmed those knives himself. He felt a close attachment to them…

Krum fled, taking Hermione with him.

Minutes passed. Harry noticed his watch stopped working. He didn't know how long it'd been. Fleur still hadn't shown for the other girl, who may have been her sister.

Shit.

Harry turned to the floating Ron and the bound girl, triggering his Sight. Suddenly he gasped.

The lines on them…were increasing in number. He watched as more began appearing on their bodies, creeping along like splinters on breaking glass.

Wait…that…what does that mean? Ok, ok, calm down Harry. Lines mean weak points. Spots mean death. More, easier to see lines means…oh god…they're going to die.

Eyes widening at the revelation, he quickly grabbed the jagged rock and started for the girl. Again, he was stopped by a smirking Merman. Harry glared and pointed at the girl. The Merman began to speak but Harry smacked him, surprising him. Harry pointed at the girl again, aggressively, until the Merman looked. The others were watching, gripping their spears. Harry poked the merman, then pointed at his watch.

Girl…Time…what is this human-

Harry then drew a line across his neck with his finger. The universal sign for "Death."

The Merman blinked then smiled. "She is fine. The human at your school placed a spell to allow them safe resting here."

Harry shook his head. They weren't going to listen. He made for her again, only to be grabbed. This time, he didn't take it. He flicked out his left knife, grasped its handle, switched its blade out, and slammed it right into the Merman's side…

Right where a black dot was.

The Merpeople watching gasped and then shrieked as one of their top warriors suddenly burst into bloody fragments. Harry turned to them, eyes glowing. It was then they realized what they were dealing with. They backed off. Harry, still knowing he'd taken a life almost pointlessly, gave them all an apologetic look before cutting the girl away, grabbing her around the waist, grasping Ron by the wrist, and kicking off the stone. Unknown to him, a small group of Merpeople, including the Chieftain, were following at a safe distance.

Upward and upward he kicked, growing frantic as the lines on his friend and the unknown girl continued to spread. He kicked and kicked, muscles screaming in protest, eyes fogging over, his mind raced, the gillyweed was wearing off, and he didn't take any extra with him. He felt his legs slowing, the darkness of the lake growing stronger and stronger, not knowing that he was leaning forward more, rather than up. He felt the grassy dirt of a plateau brush against his tired foot, as he felt his neck tingle again.

His movements became slowed, his body heavy, weighed down by the girl and his friend. His lungs burned for air, his body demanded it…as darkness encompassed the sides of his vision.

This is it. He thought to himself. This is the end? I…I guess it is. I…welcome it. There is no shame, no fear, in death. But…

His head lazily turned to the now loose body of his friend, slowly floating back down.

They…they shouldn't be part of this. It isn't…it isn't their time…they have no chance to fight, to choose to live or die…

It would be wrong…Improper…of me…to take them with me. Ron…he's a fool…but he has a long life ahead of him. And this girl…she probably has nothing to do with any of this. An innocent…

No…I can't…I can't allow this. I can't let others die, just because I choose to. No…

I…I want to live. I want to live…so they can as well…

He opened his eyes. Ignoring the stinging pain, ignoring his body's protests for air…and he was granted sight.

I will live…so that they can. And when they are safe…when I know…the people I care about…that care about me…when I know they are safe…then…I can die.

His resolve was set. And that gave him a new power.

Well said, Harry Potter.


It was beyond an hour. The stands were nearly silent. Fleur had come back empty handed, swimming dress tattered, body scarred, bleeding in places. Krum was holding Hermione's arm, her bushy hair matted to her, still dripping. Cho was staring at the lake with Cedric, whose fists were clenched.

Everyone was waiting for Harry…who hadn't shown. Fleur's mind raced, torn between fear for her sister, and fear for the boy who according to Cedric, had stayed behind to make sure everyone was freed. Dumbledore gripped his wand tightly, mind made up. Rules or not, gillyweed or not, Harry should have been back by now, even if he took the girl with him. He rolled up the sleeves of his robes, ready to go down there himself.

Myrtle was next to Hermione, staring at the lake. Silvery tears rolled down her cheeks, but she held herself in check. But it was someone else. Someone, who had only one interaction with him, that first noticed.

Luna saw it. She saw something churning beneath the lake. She yelled out.

"LOOK! SOMETHING'S HAPPENING!"

And something indeed. The surface of the lake rippled for a few moments, before a massive wave of green light tore through, in the shape of a crescent. The emerald energy wave dissipated…and the rumbling started.

A thin line, a crease, appeared in the center of the lake, as if a pair of sliding doors were now beginning to open. The line grew wider, and wider, water parting like doors, before their very eyes.


"H-Harry?"

"Just…walk. Just walk Ron."

The lake had parted before him. To either side of them, a wall of water, held back by an unknown force.

This…from cutting that line that appeared?

He was tired. His body exhausted from lack of air…but he held tightly to the girl, who was clinging to his neck. Supporting her from below, he carried her, Ron at his side, bewildered. The ginger haired teen took in the shimmering glow in his friend's eyes, and decided not to protest. He simply nodded, and the two walked up the hill.

Lines still covered everything. Harry had not dropped his second sight, fearing that doing so would cancel out whatever had occurred. He walked on with his friend, holding the girl clinging to him. As they crested the hill which turned out to be the lake-bed, the crowd let loose a loud roar of amazement.

"GABRIELLE!"

The girl's head rose, recognizing the voice calling. Harry spotted Fleur, hauling ass to their position, but a single look stopped her in her tracks. He didn't want to stop her, but he didn't know how long this walkway would remain, and didn't want anyone caught in it.

"Go Ron. I'll catch up."

Ron shook his head. "We go together mate." Harry looked at him and smiled softly. "You're an idiot."

The two continued. Harry set down the girl, who raced to Fleur's arms. The elder blonde picked her up and held her tightly. Hermione had wrenched herself out of Krum's grasp and raced along, throwing her arms around Harry.

"Oh my god! You're alright! You're alright!"

Harry just stood there, sighing softly. "Hermione. Back up a bit. Here, come on." He pushed her away, but grasped her hand. "Come on Ron." Hermione wrapped her arms around his, refusing to let go. The redhead put a hand on the girls shoulder nodding and the three walked forward. Dumbledore and the other judges made their way to the three, only to stop as Harry dropped to his knees.

T-tired…oh…I should probably…let go now…

He closed his eyes, releasing the emotions he kept cycling around, to keep his sight activated. His will done, another rumbling sounded through the lake-front, and water crashed in on the pathway Harry, Ron and Gabrielle had just taken. Releasing his Sight, the concept of that section of the lake's existence returned to normal, and the lake re-filled, as physics and gravity took over, where the End had once held sway.

"Harry?"

"I'm fine…I just…got a bit winded is all." And it was true. Now that he wasn't so focused on keeping his eyes Open, his energy was beginning to return. He stood up on his own, looking Dumbledore in the face, glaring.

Ministry officials, judges, everyone had crowded behind Dumbledore, who cleared his throat.

"Harry…first of all, are you alright?"

"Fine." But he wasn't. He was pissed. And unfortunately for him, a side effect of cycling one's emotions to continuously produce a specific effect, kept him from being as calm as he wanted to be. So, rather than pushing it down, he let it out.

"What the HELL is your problem old man?"

Everyone flinched in shock. "E-excuse me?"

Harry jabbed at the lake. "THAT! What the FUCK was that? DO you have any idea what you did? You could have gotten us all KILLED!"

"My boy, calm yourself. Everything was under-

"NOTHING was under control Dumbledore! Did you even THINK- No, of course you didn't, you stupid wizards have no concept of logic!" Harry had turned his head, remembering Hermione's words back in first year.

Dumbledore opened his mouth to speak, but Harry cut him off.

"Tell me Headmaster have you ever cast a spell under water?"

"Why yes, I have."

"And what happened?"

"My boy this isn't-

Harry flicked his wrist out, spun around grabbed one of Hermione's arms behind her back and slid open the knife, holding it to her throat.

"Answer my question or I cut her neck open right here."

Everyone froze. Even the beetle form of Rita Skeeter was frozen in shock. Harry's eyes had Opened again, the emerald green orbs now flaring with light. Not wanting to risk the life of Hermione, Dumbledore answered the question, positioning himself to strike, if needed.

"I got a bunch of bubbles."

"Exactly." Harry agreed, not moving his hand from the girl's neck. "Do you know why?"

Wary, but honestly confused by the question, Dumbledore shook his head. "No…I'm sorry my boy but I don't…now if you could-

"I'll tell you why. It's because water reduces magical effectiveness."

Dumbledore froze. It all fell into place. Harry recognized the look on the old man's face.

"You get it then. Now, what spell did you use to put them under?"

"The Infinite Stasis spell."

Harry nodded. He'd come across that one in one of the more complex books of charms in the Library. Everyone, even the people in the stands had stopped to listen.

"You picked well. Things under that spell aren't touched by time for a long while. Strongest one, longest lasting out of them all. But there's one problem. Magic is weaker underwater. Tell me, did you bother changing the amount of power you put into it at all?"

Hermione, while scared shitless and extremely confused as to why she was being held at knife-point by her own best friend, slowly came to understand what Harry was getting at.

"Harry…are…are you suggesting."

"I'm not suggesting anything 'Mione. I'm saying. Nobody in front of us bothered to make sure the spell held its weight underwater. Not a single person took into account that magical effectiveness is reduced when casting underwater, and as such, logic would dictate an object with a series of spells placed on it, put under water, let alone such depths, would have the spells deteriorate and wear off much faster than normal."

Karakoff sputtered. "Preposterous! That spell lasts for eternity-

"NOTHING!" Everyone jumped. "Lasts for eternity. Everything that has a beginning, has an end. Everything and everyone that lives, is created, is conceived, be they even something intangible like an idea, can die. Every building eventually crumbles, every tree eventually rots and tumbles, every fruit eventually spoils, every block of ice can melt, every stone can break, every drop of water can evaporate, and every life form will eventually perish. The same holds for the immaterial, like Concepts. Every idea will eventually fade, every dream vanishes, every thought goes away, every emotion weakens, every desire gets erased, everything dies."

"I understand your point Harry. And while valid, the problem remains, how could you-

"Because I can See." That brought pause, to the old man. "Come here headmaster. I want you to examine this knife." Harry kicked his right foot behind him, using a bit of wandless magic to undo the securing charm on his leg. A small dagger appeared seemingly out of thin air, and was caught and levitated over by Dumbledore.

"What do you see on it?" Adjusting his glasses the old man turned it over in his hands.

"Merely an unbreakable charm, a dormant invisibility charm…why?"

"Now, the knife I'm holding, sir." He still hadn't let go of Hermione.

"The same."

"Look at both of them again."

"Oh, my apologies, it was so weak I missed it, there is also a small binding charm. Bound to you, I would wager." "You would be right." A tilt of his head, and Harry had let go of Hermione's arm, still holding the knife to her neck however, he caught the now airborne knife in his right hand. Now he was holding two.

"You wanted to know how I could tell?"

The world was still covered in lines. He looked at the podium that Bagman was once in front of. He pulled his arm back, and flicked the knife out. It shot straight at the podium, stabbing into it for a moment, before the podium crumbled to splinters. Gasps of shock rang out. Dumbledore paled.

"My word…" He turned to Harry, who stared right in Dumbledore's face. Dumbledore nodded, understanding what it was that Harry was talking about.

"So you see Headmaster. Your little judge's panel, our ministry put everyone's lives at risk here. I believe, as the last of the Potter line, I can demand some compensation for that, especially since I can easily afford swearing an unbreakable Oath that I did not put my name in the goblet, or ask anyone to do it for me. And I can word it as complicated as you want, to make sure every base is covered. In fact, according to an old law, I can even demand your head, literally, Headmaster, since you are in charge of the school I attend, and as such, are in charge of my well being."

Dumbledore paled further. "However." Here, Harry began lowering his arm, from Hermione's neck, though he placed his now free right hand on her shoulder, squeezing it gently, to let her know she was safe. "For the moment, I will settle for a public statement from everyone in charge of this tournament, that you have fucked up royally."

Karakoff again sputtered indignantly. "And why should we do that boy?"

"Because if you don't, under the Last Scion act of 1779, formed by the International Confederation of Wizardry, as the last blood member of the Ancient and Noble House of Potter, regardless of whether or not I've claimed my inheritance, I can demand that any and all threats to my life be dealt with swiftly and immediately. Right now, that includes everyone who is involved in this tournament, especially since there is no rule for or against forcing someone into the tournament by putting their name into the Goblet of Fire, everyone and anyone involved in this tournament can be classified as a threat to my life, and legally removed from existence if I so choose."

EVERYONE gasped. They silenced when Dumbledore sighed. "He is correct. Any of us involved in this event can be classified as a threat to his existence, and removed accordingly. So states the law. Harry, you have my word I will personally see to it that a public explanation be released."

"Make sure to be good on it this time Headmaster. We will discuss other matters related to me and that law at another time. For now, I believe you have a guest."

His sight faded, as his point was made. All his knives were securely in their holsters. Dumbledore looked behind him, where a group of spear wielding Mermen were present.

"Oh, one more thing."

Everyone turned back to him. "I'm not an asshole, so don't expect me to have you killed if I don't get a perfect score. When it comes to that, rate me like you would whoever, the numbers don't matter to me, only the truth."

Harry turned and walked away, gently pulling Hermione with him.


"Sorry about that…"

Hermione gently rubbed her neck. Tears were in her eyes. "Why Harry?"

"You remember what you said, back in first year? Most wizards don't have an ounce of logic in them. They only pay attention when something big goes down. I had to get my point across. I'm just sorry I had to use you like that. I didn't like doing it either, and if fucking adults weren't so damn full of themselves-

"Harry!" "What?" "Language!"

Harry chuckled. "Hermione, I've been almost killed more times than I've gotten a proper Happy Birthday in my life. I think I'm allowed to say whatever I want."

Hermione frowned, both at his words and the meaning behind them. "…alright…but…just…try not to swear too much?"

"Just words Hermione. Words that alone have no meaning. It's people that give them meaning. Words are just combinations of letters, which are nothing more than scribbles made by a race too full of itself to realize how insignificant it is. Combinations of sounds, motions and spoken thought that in reality, mean absolutely nothing. Be it written word or spoken word, outside of our existences, our words, as a whole, just like everything else, will eventually fade away." Harry got a far-away look in his eyes.

"We're nothing Hermione. Not superior to anyone. Not muggles, not plants, not animals. We're nothing more than insects on the surface of a rocky globe in the middle of a giant spiral of dust and light. We're fragile weak creatures, Hermione…we don't matter in the slightest."

"…mate, what happened to you?" Ron was in the room as well, so was Myrtle. She was 'sitting' next to Harry in the hospital tent.

"Life happened. You don't get it Ron…and I'm glad. What I can do…" He looked away. "What I can see…what I understand…it's something that would break anyone else. For once…I'm glad it's me that this happened to…because I get it. I don't know how, but I can handle it."

"Harry Potter what the hell are you saying?" Hermione was growing frantic.

"He's saying he can see the End."

An unknown voice spoke at the edge of the tent. At the opening was Ginny, accompanied by a slightly smaller blonde haired girl, with wide open silvery eyes.

"Sorry for barging in guys." No you're not. Shut it Tom. "But they wanted Harry to come out, and we volunteered to get him."

"It is nice to finally meet you, Harry Potter."

"I've…seen you around…before. I'm sorry; you seem to have me at a disadvantage."

Rather than verbally answer, the girl walked forward, reaching up and pulling out her wand in the process, staring at Harry all the while.

What the hell is that girl up to? Hell if I know.

She slid her wand along a table…and a second later, it broke in half. Harry's eyes widened. She jabbed her wand onto another table, and it fell to dust.

"You can-

"I see the Beginning. Where you can realize the End of things, I can realize the Beginning."

"What…there's a difference?"

"You summon death by forcing the End to come. I summon Death by returning the Beginning."

"You can see them too…wait…can you explain a bit more? I have an idea…"

"Your ability is to realize the End of fate. I realize the Beginning."

"My…I break things…by ending them. You break them by…returning them to…" The beginning…what the hell does that…wait… "…their base particles? By breaking them down into what they're made of?"

She smiled.

"Luna. Luna Lovegood."

Ravenclaw to the end. She didn't give me her name until I figured out her little riddle. Oh I like this one.

He shook her hand.

"Most other people don't understand. They think it was a spell on your knife that did it."

Hermione was practically pulling her hair out. "What the HELL is going on here?"

"Relax 'Mione. She's cool. Look, after the scores are posted, I'll take you to my special place. Myrtle…do you mind if we use your bathroom just this once?"

"My stalls are your stalls Harry. I told you that already."

"I didn't want to intrude-

"It's fine. Besides, I don't remember you asking permission two years ago, why would I care now?"

"…sorry Myrtle." She giggled. "I'm just having you on Harry. It's fine. I'll see you soon, ok?"

She gave him a ghostly hug and flew back towards the castle.

"…so that's where you've been all this time."

"Only before the first task. Some people…" Here he looked at Ron and Hermione pointedly, who flushed and looked away, guilty. "Were being prats, along with the rest of the school. So I kinda ended up hiding away in Myrtle's bathroom a lot. We talked, and she helped me get over things.

"I'm…I'm sorry-

"Save it for later, alright? We should go."

"Do you mind if I accompany you Harry?"

"Not at all Miss Luna. Not at all." He held an arm out for her, and she linked her arm around his, both of them smiling, reveling in the knowledge that there was someone else out there that could do what they did. Harry held out another arm to Hermione, who gracefully took it. Ginny smiled.

"I'd offer you an arm as well Ginny, but I seem to have run out."

Surprising everyone, Luna piped up before Ginny could respond. "That's quite alright Harry; I believe Ginerva would prefer the center one anyway."

Mouths dropped open as the innuendo slipped into their minds.

"…oh you are so paying for that Lovegood."

"That's my name. I do hope that doesn't become my reputation as well."

Oh I am definitely going to enjoy having her around.

Oh she got you good kiddo. I know. She'll pay for that one. I know a few good tricks for revenge pranking. You? Pranks? I never would have guessed. Well, I had to keep a low profile at first. Can't go around murdering everyone that pisses you off when you're only sixteen. Gotta get revenge somehow.

Y'know Tom…if you didn't become that thing. I know. I think it's being anchored to your soul that's making me different. Erasing the hatred and what-not. A lot's becoming clearer. Maybe fading into you won't be so bad.

"I'll get you back Luna. Just you wait."

"I accept your challenge Ginerva. Now come, we have numbers to watch float pointlessly in the air."

The group smiled, all tension forgotten, and made their way from the tent.

It was that day, that Harry met Luna, that day would be the turning point for many things to come. His connections to international Wizardry had been forged, by saving the life of a prominent French witch. By showing the world, Harry Potter was not someone to be messed with.

That day, would be the first of many, to change his life.


A/N: Bit of a leap, but I did warn all of you. No, I'm not covering the ball…in detail. I might go into it in retrospect but not heavily. Honestly, in canon, all that happened at the ball was Ron putting his foot into it, learning that Olympie was a half-giantess, and that Snape and Karakoff both had Dark Marks. Nothing useful, and all things that can be easily covered either in other ways, or added as side information.

Though…I will agree…it would be interesting if something were to happen at A ball…

You're all going to see different sides of Harry in this story, including ruthless Harry. It will be explained more, later, but being able to see Death…it obviously changed him. No, this won't be a Dark! Harry story. Well…not like, DARK Dark. He'll be up to some underhanded things…and some people may die at his hands without him batting an eyelash, but he'll still for the most part be the guy we all love and hate for being a doormat.

And that's something he isn't in this story. A bloody Doormat.

So, I check my inbox a few hours ago, and I find I have sixteen unread messages. I look…and almost all of them were review alerts, story alerts, or favorite story alerts. And while looking through them, more showed up.

I have but one thing to say to you all: You're all crazy, and I love you for it.

Frog1: moar ish nao!

xdiamondsxarexshinyx: probably because nobody bothered to think of the connection. And I don't mean just JKR, I mean even story-wise, since it's a "Dark" ability, and canon Harry forgets he can think for himself more often than not, he pushed it away until he NEEDS it. Plus, there's no definite that it would have worked…

raged-lightning: …I…uhh…wow. That was quite impassioned there. I'm flattered, I really am. Definitely not what I was expecting to see in the slightest. Really though, I know for a fact I'm not all that good, there's TONS of people who write better than I do…but…at the same time, they don't write like me. So what does it matter, ne? I only hope I don't tarnish this painting before it has been completed.

Wonderbee31: can't promise too much on the ball part. But a much more loyal, less naggy, and less asshattish Hermione I CAN and WILL promise. Especially since as you'll soon see, Harry, Luna, and a certain redhead will all have their own skills…she can't very well be left out now can she? Now…should I make her an Umbra or a Jedi…still don't know…ehh, whatever I pick, I can make it work. I've got ideas for both paths…cause both at once would be beyond overpowered…oh, and you'll see more Myrtle too. She was technically the catalyst for all this…