Time: 8:00am

Location: Hogwarts

Aundrea's Current : Headmaster's Office

"Did she say what was in her dream, Minerva?" Professor Albus Dumbledore asked Professor McGonngal after she explained the recent events.

"No, Albus," Minerva said to him as she looked up at Aundrea's levitating body, her white gown giving her the appearance of a ghost.

"Aliana, I wish for you to stay in Gryffindor tower for the remainder of term," said Professor Dumbledore to Aliana, who stood by the window with her back to them. She turned to face him with a blank expression on her face.

"I'm sorry….what?" she asked dumbfounded.

"We wish for you to help guard your sister the remainder of term in Gryffindor Tower," said Professor McGonnagal.

"But what can I do?" she asked, her fist balled up shaking as she looked up at Aundrea. There was a sudden golden aura that radiated from the Guardian's body causing the entire room to shake as she heard her speak out.

"In times of dark, she shall fall weak. Be her beacon of light and guide her to me," the voice whispered in her ear. Aliana looked around, realizing that her sister was awake. The golden aura surrounding her disappeared, and she fell into an unconscious state once more.

"You have got to be kidding me," Aliana said, a cool expression appearing across her. "I'll go and grab my things then."

Turning on her heel she stormed out of Dumbledore's office fuming. Dumbledore looked at McGonnagal. "I'll go and prepare a spare room for her," she said to Dumbledore. "Goodnight, Albus."

"Goodnight indeed, Minerva," replied the headmaster. After she had left, he looked up to realize that Aundrea still remained in an unconscious state. He too had heard the voice that came from Aundrea as she was awakened briefly before disappearing once more. Walking over to his Pensive, he held up his wand to Aundrea's temple extracting from her memories.

Peering into the Pensive, he found himself looking not into Aundrea's memories but those of someone else's. A man, an elderly Muggle man had been murdered at what looked to be an old unkempt manor….a large snake slithering up to his dead body…what was this place…..? The scene changed once more and Dumbledore found himself within Aundrea's memories from long ago.

She looked to be about six years old, running through the green forest of a large well kept garden. She had long silky black hair that bounced behind her as she ran with a laughter that warmed the heart. Another girl who looked exactly like her ran behind her, with eyes as aqua as the ocean. Like her sister, she too contained certain happiness about her.

"Can't catch me!" six-year-old Aundrea teased her twin sister Aliana as they ran deeper into the garden. She ran faster than the wind only to trip over an old tree root. Dumbledore watched as the young girl began to cry, tears flooding down her cheeks.

"Ali, Ali!" she cried, holding her knee as blood flowed out of the open wound The girl who looked just like her came to her side.

"Aundrea, what happened?" six-year-old Aliana said, her aqua eyes wide with fear.

"I fell," Aundrea said, looking up at her twin sister still crying. Aliana helped her sister to her feet. Dumbledore watched as Aliana took Aundrea to a nearby pound and sat her down. Standing in the pound, she conjured up two small balls of water in her hands. Laying her hand over Aundrea's wound the water began to glow rapidly. Soon the gash that had appeared on her sister's knee became nothing more than a darkened scar. Aundrea looked up at Aliana, who smiled.

"I'll always be here to protect you," Aliana whispered to her sister. The scene changed once more and Dumbledore found himself standing back in his office.

"She always did look out for meme," came Aundrea's voice from above him, causing Dumbledore to look up.

"Lady Anderson," said Professor Dumbledore.

"Would you mind getting me down from here?" Aundrea said to Professor Dumbledore, her face turning red. "It's a bit unsettling."

"Of course not," Dumbledore said. Waving his wand, Aundrea 's feet landed gently on the ground.

"Do you understand now?" Aundrea asked him, her voice changing to the voice that had spoken to Aliana. Dumbledore turned to see that the golden aura had appeared once more.

"Who are you?" Dumbledore asked the voice that had taken control of Aundrea's body. A glowing gold ball of light appeared, rising from her chest, causing her to fall to the ground. Dumbledore simply looked up to see that a young woman spirit who looked like Aundrea from a different age and time stood before him in spirit form.

"I am Princess Ariana," said the spirit. "From the City of Zanarkand as it stood 1000 years ago before the age of Sin. Aundrea is my reincarnation."

"Was it you who showed me that memory?" Dumbledore asked her. The spirit of Ariana nodded.

"Aundrea's life is in grave danger," Ariana said to him. "Aliana, her sister was the original Shuyin Summoner of Spira but because Aundrea was dying at birth, her healing powers as Summoner went to Aundrea, marking her as both Shuyin Summoner and Guardian at a very young age

"Leaving Aliana to find her own destiny," Ariana went on. "It was that day of playing with her sister in the Anderson garden that she discovered it. Even at a very young age she had a strong affinity for the weak such as Aundrea. Though she wields great power and is spoken of as a prodigy, her thirst for perfection marks her as an easy target.

"For years, Aundrea received attention from her mother because she does everything with such ease. But the pressures of protecting all three worlds whilst trying to prove she is just like everyone else takes its toll upon her from time to time."

"Aundrea is not weak," said Dumbledore defensively as he lifted the girl in his arms. Her body he realized was becoming as cold as ice. He looked up at Ariana, who smiled.

"She does not have the strength to stand on her own without my spirit inside of her," Ariana spoke to him. "I am the great bridge between life and death for Aundrea you see."

"I have never heard of such a thing," Dumbledore said to her. He was disliking Ariana more and more by the minute. "For even in the darkest of times, if one simply remembers to turn on the light they are never alone. Lady Anderson does have strength, Ariana. That comes from her sister, her family, and her friend."

"You are right, headmaster," Ariana said to him. "But keep in mind, that Aundrea must rely on that strength more than ever this year. "

Without so much as another word to Dumbledore, she turned into a glowing golden ball of light once more returning to Aundrea's body. The young girl's eyes shot open as she peered up at Dumbledore, who was holding her in his arms still. Helping her up, he smiled.

"I think it best if you stayed the night in the hospital wing, Lady Anderson," he said to her. "I will go and send for Madam Pomfrey."

Aundrea simply nodded and sat down in a chair near his desk. What the devil had just happened? Feeling her chest rising sharply, she looked up to see Madam Pomfrey walking towards her. She took the nurse's hand and allowed herself to be lead from the headmaster's study. Once she was gone, Dumbledore shut his doors wiping away tears that burned his eyes.