The empty corridors made Hogwarts seem darker than usual; even more so after leaving the brightly lit common room. But as Hermione led Jack through the castle, her mood improved drastically from Jack's light hearted commentary on the things they passed. Soon the thoughts of gossiping Gryffindors and Ron's anger lost their sharp edges and she once again felt relaxed, and for the first time in ages, she felt genuinely happy.

As it turned out, the portrait wizards and witches could not see Jack, but the painted animals could, and were obviously intrigued as to how this boy was flying. Some of the animals also captivated Jack, and his attention was caught by a giraffe. His fascination surprised Hermione until she realized that Jack had probably never been to Africa except to the mountains, or the rare snowfall elsewhere on the continent. The long necked animal must have seemed fantastical to Jack.

In the muted colours of the castle, it was easy to see Jack's blue sweater slip into a corridor, following the giraffe. Quickly calculating which stairs would take her to where Jack had wandered, Hermione followed.

Like all corridors, this one was lit by torches and, although there weren't many, portraits as well. But Jack was no longer chasing the giraffe – he was standing stock-still in the middle of the hallway.

"Jack, are you okay?" Hermione asked quietly, but her voice was carried easily by the stone walls. Her answer came not from Jack, but the blonde haired girl whose tilted head was now visible, looking around Jack at her.

"Hello Hermione," the girl said in a dream-like manner.

"Oh! Hello…Luna, right?" The strange girl nodded. Hermione remembered that she was a friend of Ginny. She had also seen Luna some nights while she was on her way back to the Gryffindor dorms after long nights in the library, wandering the halls late at night and talking to herself. "You can see Jack too?"

"Yes, I often see spirits that others can't see. My daddy says that I get it from my mother." Jack made a sound of realization.

"That's why you can see me! I've heard about people like you! North calls your gift 'clairvoyance.' You're born believing in what most people can't see."

Luna nodded. "So, how did you meet Hermione?" she turned to the Gryffindor. "I don't mean to offend you, but I wouldn't have thought you were still a believer in the Guardians." Jack's eyes widened when he realized that Luna was asking him for the story. Hermione's hand reached up to clutch the time turner beneath her robes and subtly shook her head at Jack. He nodded slightly showing he had gotten the message.

"You know, we met by chance. She ran into the Easter Bunny a while back and Aster – the Easter Bunny – told her that I was with him and Hermione started believing in me so she could see me too. I came to Hogwarts to visit because you guys were due for a good storm anyways." The half-lie slid easily out of Jack's mouth and it seemed to be enough for Luna.

"Will you be staying at Hogwarts long?" Jack paused to think about it. A gentle breeze, much stronger than the usual drafts caused the torches to flicker. Jack nodded as if answering something said.

"No, there's a few other places I need to hit before tomorrow, and the wind says I should get a move on." He smiled at Luna. "It was nice to meet you. It's been a pleasure, and I'll be sure to visit next time I come around."

"It was nice to meet you too, Jack. Watch out for feandras while you're flying. They can be a bother," Luna nodded sagely.

"Sure will. See you!" Jack turned back the way that they had come. Hermione gave an awkward wave to Luna. Despite seeing her around the castle, she had never really spoke with her before.

"Bye, Luna. Have a good night."

"You too. Sleep well." With that, Luna turned down another hallway and disappeared from sight.

"Jack," Hermione asked when she caught up to the spirit, "what is a feandra?"

"Haven't a clue."

After Hermione watched Jack leave the castle through the window of an empty classroom, she retired to the common room, packing up all of her books and lugging them up to her dormitory. She played her evening with the winter spirit threw her head as she got dressed for bed, but for some reason, it wasn't the blue and white that she saw when her head hit the pillow, but a bright golden-yellow.

Puzzled, Hermione opened her eyes only to find herself not in the girl's dormitory at all, or even in her own bed. She was standing on an island made of golden sand. Despite the dark sky, the sand was warm under her feet. With a jolt she realized that a small man was standing in front of her. He was the same colour as the sand around him.

His face lit up when their eyes met and he waved. Around him, the sand moved, floating gently on an unseen breeze. He gestured to the sand and then pointed at himself.

Hermione couldn't figure out why of all the things to dream about, she was imagining this. Her imagination was out doing itself tonight. But then she remembered her discussion with Bunnymund that Christmas night and everything clicked into place.

"Sandy?"

AN: Man oh man, has this been a long time coming! Thank you all so much for reading, and I hope that you've enjoyed this chapter. If there's any grammar or spelling issues or what have you, just mention it in the comments. I didn't edit as much as I usually do.