Disclaimer: I own neither Ranma ½ nor Harry Potter.

Authors Notes and responses: Follow Harry! Follow Ranma! Follow Harry! Follow Ranma! my head's spinning. I'm trying to follow both, not favor one or the other. It's hard. So if you'll excuse me…… I'm trying for it not to end up like my other story. If you've read the last of Soul's Destiny you'll understand. I ran out of ideas, which is a shame cause I really liked that story.

You'll have to excuse me for knowing nothing on Britain. I'm American, and not terribly up to date on other cultures. And don't bother discussing it with me it'll go in one ear and out the other.

Magical Destiny Chapter 9

Ranma walked down to the dining hall the next morning to see Harry talking excitedly to Ron, whose eyes were wide. He shrugged, knowing Harry was probably saying something about the mirror to Ron. He sat down next to him just as Harry finished the conversation. Harry glared at his brother and shoveled food into his mouth.

Ranma sighed, "Look I know you're mad at me but that's the best I know on information on Nicolas Flamel. If you've really got to know why be secretive about it? Besides what makes on earth makes you so ready to jump on Snape? If he does something stupid he will get sacked and out of your hair. All you have to do is stay out of trouble."

Ranma got up and left as Harry fumed, "He doesn't understand."

"The only way it'd be worse is if he was all buddy buddy with that greasy git," Ron added, glaring at Ranma's back, "So what about that mirror you told me about?"

Ranma shook his head and sighed as he watched Ron distract Harry once again. Quickly shoveling some food on his plate, he glanced around the room, amazed that there were still some students besides the Weasleys and themselves in the dining area. A few moments later he turned as he felt a peck on his cheek and he smiled at Kim. "Mornin' sleepyhead."

"I finished translating that book last night. Apparently it was a translation of another book that spoke of a destructive magical spell that could only be cast by a chosen of the Lord of Nightmares, an elder deity that created the dragon and monster races."

"So who created humans?" Ranma asked, shoveling some food into his mouth.

Kim shrugged, pulling a few items onto her own plate. "I don't know how accurate that translation is, especially since it spoke little of how one was chosen or if there ever was a chosen in the world."

Ranma kept silent, just shoving more food into his mouth. He thought back to Lina and heaved an inward sigh. 'Best she doesn't know,' he thought, 'Cause then she'll want to look for more books that she'll need to translate.'

Nabiki groaned as she sat down next to him, "Kim have you finished your Magic History report?"

"Yes, you?"

Nabiki sighed, "I pray we've no more reports on the bloody goblin wars. My entire brain hurts from all the different battles we had to research."

Kim gave a half hearted giggle, and sighed, "You know, classes haven't even started back up yet, why did we bother finishing so early?"

Nabiki shrugged as Ranma glanced between the two. He sighed, "Well I'm going out in the snow, who wants to come?"

"Not a chance Inverse," Nabiki said as she drank some of the steaming cup that had appeared before her. Ranma idly wondered how the house elves got around him without him noticing but then shrugged. They weren't ganging up on him and trying to beat the crap out of him.

"Almost the New Year again," Kim said softly as she looked out the window into the snow. Ranma had just taken on Fred and George in a two to one snowball fight and so far, Ranma was winning.

"Thinking of giving Ranma something special?" Nabiki asked lazily, "It is your one year anniversary."

Kim glared at Nabiki for a moment before returning her gaze out the window. "Biggest tip I can give you is to initiate it, men love it."

Kim turned bright red stole away from the window, murderous intent on her face. Nabiki just grinned from her place on the couch and pointed her wand at the irate girl, "Just a bit of advice."

Kim sighed, realizing her wand was still in her bedroom upstairs, "I'll get you later."

Nabiki just 'hmmed' and went back to napping on the couch. Kim sighed as she walked up the stairs to her bed and glanced around her belongings, wondering if Ranma remembered the anniversary at all.

Ranma sat back in the shadows, keeping his Umi Sen Ken up as he watched Harry stare at the mirror. It was the third day in a row that Harry had come to peer at the mirror and stare at his parents. 'I thought he was happy with us,' Ranma thought sadly, 'With me. I didn't realize the desire to see his parents was so strong.'

Dumbledore appeared a few moments later. Ranma ignored the exchange, eyes still on Harry.

"You lied," Ranma said after Harry left, eyes on the mirror's frame, "You keep what you desire far from yourself."

Dumbledore chuckled, "Astute Ranma. However, I did not lie completely. I just cannot be trusted with what my heart truly desires."

Ranma flicked his eyes to Dumbledore as he came out of the Umi sen ken. Walking in front of the mirror he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. Slowly he opened them, staring into the mirror. The power of the vision caused the entire room to glow as Ranma saw what his heart desired most. Dumbledore frowned, grabbing a nearby blanket and covering the mirror as Ranma pitched forward, as if getting sucked into his vision.

Ranma staggered back, landing on his rear as he gasped for breath, eyes wide. Dumbledore grabbed Ranma's bicep, shaking his slightly, "What was it Ranma? What did you see?"

Ranma stared dumbly at Dumbledore for a moment, not recognizing him, before looking back at the covered mirror. "I found it," was all he said before handing over the package requested from Dumbledore earlier that day. With that he jumped to his feet and ran out the door. Dumbledore looked after him, confused, before looking down at the grubby package he had before him. He stroked it gently, "What did you find Ranma?"

Harry sighed at breakfast, wondering what happened to the mirror, and then remembered Dumbledore's words. 'Best to forget about it,' he thought as he looked around. He saw Nabiki sitting grumpily at the transfers table and frowned. "Hey mate, where's Ranma and Kim?" Ron asked as he sat down next to Harry.

Harry scowled, suddenly remembering he was not happy with Ranma at all, "Why should I know?"

Ron gave Harry a puzzled look before shrugging, piling food onto his own plate, "Well whatever. Hermione comes back today. And then classes tomorrow."

"What?" Ron asked, seeing Harry give him a funny look.

Harry shook his head and shoveled food into his mouth. Hours later found them with Hermione inside the library, taking a few last looks through the books of recent magic.

Ranma watched from the shadows as Harry practiced on the Quidditch court. It had been almost a month since he'd talked to his little brother and he still wasn't sure Harry wanted to talk to him. He snorted, turning around and walking back up towards the castle. He snatched his girlfriend from a flock of 7th years and walked towards the Great Hall.

Kim glanced up at him, startled. She sighed, "Stop sulking and just talk to him."

Ranma shrugged moodily, "He'll find me when he truly wants to find me."

Kim gave him a hooded glare before placing a hand on the arm around her waist and burning it with holy power. Ranma yelped as he held his arm, jumping a foot away from his girlfriend. "Just because you won't talk to your little brother does not mean you need to manhandle me! That hurt Ranma," she hissed, rubbing her side where he had been crushing her. With that she turned on heel and stalked off towards the medical wing.

Ranma stared after her a moment, jaw wide open, wondering what he did wrong. A second later he shook himself and turned, wondering if he should go after her or let her cool off. 'I almost wish she'd just hit me when I do something stupid,' he thought, 'It'd hurt less.'

He winced as he thought that, knowing Kim would never rise up physically against him. Nor would she use her magic against him in anything except defense. 'I'll apologize when she cools down,' he thought, making his way to the potions dungeon.

Kim rubbed her arm as she walked up to Kasumi, who was currently putting away bandages and potions. Kasumi glanced at her out of the corner of her eye before pulling out her wand and barely touching it to the bruise that was beginning to form.

Kim sighed in relief as the pain lifted and bruise disappeared. "Thank you Kasumi."

Kasumi gave her a soft smile, "So what happened?"

"Ranma's behaving like a child," Kim muttered darkly, knowing Kasumi would understand.

Kasumi gave her a sympathetic look, "Maybe next time you should keep the bruise, just to show him he needs to control his strength around you."

"He has been," Kim protested, looking up, "It's just when something really bothers him like Harry not talking to him, and Ranma being too prideful to initiate contact."

Kasumi patted Kim on the head in a motherly way, giggling at the glare she received, "Now, now. Don't you think you should possibly find a way to set them up? Preferably in a locked room with no way out. That way they'd have to make up."

"Sounds childish," Kim said, raising an eyebrow.

Kasumi mirrored the look, looking slightly affronted at the idea that her suggestion was childish. Kim sighed, "I did that with my parents when they were fighting. Didn't go so well."

"Oh," Kasumi said softly, turning and beginning to arrange stuff in the cupboards again. An hour passed in silence as Kim lay down on a bed and Kasumi kept to her task of cleaning. Every once in awhile a student would come in and either Madame Pomfrey or Kasumi would take care of them as Kim slowly drifted off to sleep.

Chirsty waited impatiently as she called out again, "Hey lady! Are you still around?! I got a question."

Kim sighed as she dreamed again, "What do you want?"

Chirsty turned, startled, before raising an eyebrow, "You look horrible."

"Thanks," Kim said, sitting her astral body on a stone, "What d'ya need to know?"

Chirsty shook herself, "I want to know what these dreams are, and what do they mean?!"

Kim smiled, "They are memories, to be learned from. Memories of the dragon you once were."

"So," Chirsty said, "What do they mean?"

Kim sighed, "Look, eventually all of us will have to take on one piece of Shabranigdo each, and since we're extremely young by dragon standards we don't have a whole lot of power. Shabranigdo is in pieces that are each fairly weak, or would be if we were the dragon's we are meant to grow into."

"So why don't we gang up and hunt them down one by one?" Chirsty asked, huffing.

"Because they will gang up and use the power to finish off those who could immediately kill them and toy with the younger ones," Kim said dryly, "Any other questions Chirsty?"

"Yeah, who are you?"

"Names Kim."

Chirsty sighed as the girl faded away again. "Is she for real?" she shouted out, stomping her foot on the ground.

Ranma gulped as Kasumi gave him a cold look.

"She's on the bed, over there," she said, pointing, "And I would appreciate it if you would stop sending her here with bruises."

Ranma paled, "But I…"

Kasumi gave him another half lidded glare and walked off. Ranma ignored the snickers of a 7th year behind him and sat down on the bed Kim was sleeping on. He lightly brushed the hair from her forehead. "Just so you know," the 7th year said, "When I win her over I'll take good care of her."

Ranma turned his head and glared, eyes becoming obsidian in color. The 7th year gulped and backed away, turning to seek out Madame Pomfrey. Ranma took a deep breath and calmed himself down as he turned his gaze back to Kim, who was slowly waking up. "I swear if that girl calls me one more time," Kim said, groaning.

Ranma puzzled over it a moment before he remembered what she had told him about her dreams, or rather, being forced to astral project herself to watch over the daughter of Cepheid.

Ranma sighed, and lightly brushed her hair out of her eyes. Kim opened her eyes and studied him, gaze emotionless.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, averting his gaze. He turned on the bed, facing away from her, "You really do deserve someone better."

"Someone better would be boring," Kim said in a matter of fact fashion, laying her head on his shoulder.

"But-"

"Look this isn't about you and me is it?" she said, "This started as something between you and Harry. You and Harry need to fix it."

Ranma scowled at her change in subject, "No this is about me sending you here with bruises because I can't control myself."

"And you can't control yourself because Harry refuses to speak to you and you refuse to initiate contact to force him," Kim said, giving him a half lidded look, "You were wonderful at it before so if you fix the main problem it will fix a lot of the smaller ones. It will do us no good to be so divided when the time comes."

Ranma scowled, "Keep us close knit for the pieces of Shabranigdo huh? Is that why you stay with me? Not because you like me at all?!"

"Now that isn't true Ranma," Kim protested, wondering how things came to that point, but Ranma was too far gone.

"Oh sure it isn't," he hissed, still seething. Stalking out of the hospital wing, he wondered when she had turned against him. He had been so happy. Especially after what the mirror had shown him. His heart's desire, his true desire.

Harry frowned as he watched Ranma run down towards the Forbidden Forest. 'He's not coming to the game?'

He suddenly felt slightly abandoned and even more worried since Snape was refereeing this game. 'I'll just have to end this quickly,' he thought, 'Then I guess we should talk.'

Harry ignored the cheering in the stands as he rapidly searched for the Snitch. Three minutes into the game, he spotted it, and began to wildly chase after it. He did not hear the cheering of the crowd as they realized what he was doing. He grabbed the Snitch, holding it high in the air and was overcome by a vision. Desert stretched before and behind him, and he could feel wounds all over his body. In his anger he had attacked the monster that had the destroyed the land of his mate, and now he was dying for it. He had forgotten about the demon that had plagued himself as he flew to her rescue. Collapsing, he felt the winds stop before knowing nothing but darkness.

The cheering pressed on him as Harry slowly descended to the ground, thinking hard. 'I've got to find Ranma,' he thought, somehow managing to sneak away. He made a beeline for the forest, using slightly dulled senses to home in on his brother's location. 'Something's off,' he thought as he sprinted through the trees, Quidditch robes flapping behind him. 'Something's wrong with his aura.'

Harry found Ranma sitting in the middle of the clearing, eyes staring blankly ahead, a soulless look to them. "Ranma?" Harry whispered, trying to catch his elder brother's attention. Ranma didn't respond, the only sign he was living the slow rise and fall of his chest. Harry gulped, quickly checking his brother. "Ranma!" Harry shouted, fear starting to consume him, "Dammit Ranma! Wake up!"

"What is going on here," said Snape from behind him. Harry turned, eyes wide, barely keeping himself from throwing himself at the teacher. "Something's wrong with my brother!"

Harry saw Quirrell standing behind Snape, a strangely frightened and satisfied look on his face as he stared at Ranma. Snape knelt beside Harry giving him a glance that told him to shut up. "How long has he been like this?"

"I saw him heading down here before the game," Harry said honestly, worry for his brother overruling his dislike for Snape.

Snape brought out his wand, closing Ranma's eyes with his hand, and creating a magical stretcher. "We'll discuss you being in the forest without permission later," Snape said, glaring at Harry and then at Quirrell, "And I'll finish my conversation with you later."

Quirrell gulped and nodded, Harry taking note of the exchange. 'I'll have to see Hagrid after tending to Ranma,' he thought, glancing over at his brother.

Harry rushed into the medical wing ahead of Snape and Ranma, quickly grabbing Kasumi and Madame Pomfrey.

"Something's wrong with Ranma!" Harry exclaimed, "He won't wake up!"

"He won't what?"

Harry saw Kim behind Kasumi, curled up on one of the beds. Kasumi moved to tend to Ranma, whom Snape was bringing carefully through the door.

"He won't wake up," Harry repeated, walking over to the bed, "I found him in the Forbidden Forest just staring out soullessly."

Kim didn't move from the bed until Ranma was placed on the one next to her. She grabbed his hand as Madame Pomfrey and Kasumi began their check over him.

"I don't see anything wrong," Madame Pomfrey muttered, "It's like his soul is no longer there."

"Are there dementors in the forest?" Kasumi asked, eyes frightened.

"He astral projected," Kim said.

"Impossible," Snape said, having been there through the entire exchange.

Kim shook her head, "Not probable."

"Does Ranma know how to find his body again?" Kasumi asked softly.

Kim's silence was her only answer. Harry made note of the tear tracks on her face and wondered what had happened. 'Did I really distance myself so much?' he thought to himself as Kim took off her necklace and put it around Ranma's neck.

Snape frowned as he watched, "Is that-?"

"Its orihalcum," Kim said softly, "It's been in my family for generations. If anything will help Ranma find his way back it's that."

Harry started, wondering if Kim should have given that information out, due to the look on Snape's face.

He was soon ushered out, Kasumi telling him to go get some rest, and that the rest of Gryffindor was expecting him. Snape sneered at him until Harry shouted out that he didn't want to celebrate, he just wanted his family to be alright.

A few minutes later Snape was escorting him down the hall to the Gryffindor common room. "No points will be taken from Gryffindor this time due to the circumstances, however, should you be found in the forest without permission once again you will be serving three detentions with me."

"Yessir," Harry said sulkily. They stopped in front of the Fat Lady and Harry said the password quietly, nodding to Snape as eh walked in. He was greeted by a round of cheers as everyone congratulated him on the win, no one asking where he had been.

'Too busy partying,' Harry thought as he located Ron and Hermione. "We need to see Hagrid," he said quietly as dragged them over to a corner. He quickly explained the situation in the woods, and Hermione gave him a sympathetic look while Ron stared at him flabbergasted.

"Astral Projected?! His soul completely left his body?!"

Harry and Hermione gave him a puzzled look and Ron sighed, "It's a lost technique due to the fact that magic in the world has been waning. We've been inventing new ways to do spells since the magical community hid itself thousands of years ago. C'mon Hermione you should have at least read a few books on this by now."

Hermione turned bright red, "I've only been studying my spell books and reading up on the past few hundred years, not thousands of years ago. And no where does it say that magic in the world is waning. The magical community is huge!"

Ron shook his head, "For every muggle that knows about magic there are a thousand that don't. For every magic user there are a lot more that don't know about it. Not to mention the wars of thousands of years ago are over. Magic today is more practical. I don't know much about it, but my mum was really interested in that stuff before she met my dad. She used to tell me stories, and some of her friends over in America still research it today, so I do hear tid bits."

Hermione stared at him, astonished. Ron turned red and ran a hand through his hair. "Want me to find out more?"

"I've got to interview your mother," Hermione breathed.

"I think this is what Kim's researching too," Harry said, to Ron and Hermione's astonishment, "But I haven't been hanging around them long enough to know anything about that stuff."

Hermione sighed disappointedly, "And I doubt Kim will want to talk to anyone at the moment."

Harry nodded, and was about to say something when Fred and George walked up and picked him up, placing him on their shoulders. All conversation was forgotten for awhile.

Harry sighed, glancing around the library again before glancing back down at his notes. "C'mon Harry, exams aren't that far away, we have to make sure to get good marks to get into the next grade."

Harry shrugged, doodling on the margin of his page. It had been two weeks, and Ranma had still not returned. Ron dropped a book on the table, looking over at Harry's doodle. "Still worried about your brother? I'm sure he'll find his way back."

"Kim hasn't been eating," Harry replied, keeping at his doodle, "When Ranma gets back she's going to be in a coma."

"Then Ranma had better hurry back," Nabiki grumbled as she sat down next to Harry. The three students looked at her, startled. "She's depressing and totally throwing herself into her studies. If she fails the NEWTs it won't be because she didn't study."

"You wouldn't happen to know what she and Ranma fought about would you?" Harry asked idly.

Nabiki shook her head, "Kasumi didn't overhear or isn't going to tell me. I just hope he wakes before the exams so she'll get some rest. Her pacing the room at night is driving me nuts."

Harry snorted, scowling.

"Hey Hagrid what are you doing here?"

Harry looked up to see Hagrid nervously shifting around, "Nothin much, just some research."

Hagrid's eyes then narrowed, "You aren't still looking up Nicholas Flamel are you?"

Ron shook his head, "Nah we found out about him ages ago."

Nabiki raised an interested eye brow but said nothing.

Harry raised his head, "What's guarding it besides Fluffy?"

Hermione smacked her forehead, as she glanced towards Nabiki, who now had both eyebrows raised in interest.

Hagrid gulped, "Don't talk about this here. Come down to my hut after your last class."

"What was that all about Harry kun?" Nabiki asked as Hagrid walked away.

Harry ducked his head guiltily as he turned to Nabiki before taking a deep breath and explaining everything to Nabiki in Japanese. Nabiki kept a thoughtful look on her face as she listened, making mental notes as she listened. When Harry was finished she sighed, "/Are you sure it isn't your dislike of Snape that makes you think that it's him?/"

Harry scowled opening his mouth to retort and Nabiki cut him off, "/If Snape was after the stone and Quirrell was protecting it don't you think that Quirrell would have alerted Dumbledore? Also, a man that powerful would not need to mutter the incantation of the jinx on your broomstick that first game. I'm thinking you may have the right idea, but you may have the wrong man./"

She then looked up, "What's wrong Ron?"

Harry looked up to see Ron's pale face, "Hagrid was looking up dragons."

"Well he did always want to raise one," Nabiki said idly.

"Dragons are illegal," Ron said, "You can't tame them, and it'd be rather hard to keep muggles in the dark if you were keeping a dragon in the garden."

Nabiki shrugged, "Be careful in your investigation you three. I don't want any of you getting in over your heads."

With that she leaned forward, kissing Harry on the forehead, startling everyone there. Harry himself blushed deeply, knowing that Nabiki would only do that if she was truly worried about something. That small amount of mothering was her way of saying she cared.

"I'll be careful," he muttered as Nabiki left the library.

Nabiki peeked in on Kim, who was currently curled up on Ranma's bed, books spread around her. Nabiki was rather surprised that not one of the house elves had said anything. She was suddenly furious, and stormed out of the dorm and to the medical wing. She brought her wand out, knowing there was no spell, but determined to find Ranma's spirit.

Ranma opened his eyes to darkness, and yet he felt strangely calm. "Did I kill myself?" he wondered aloud, looking around.

"Not quite dragonling," said a deep voice, "Though I haven't had a visitor in centuries."

Golden light coalesced into a distinctly draconic form, causing Ranma to step back slightly. The sea of darkness shrank from the form, and blended with it. "I am the Lord of Nightmares," the Draconic monster said.

Ranma gulped, feeling the power rolling off the deity in waves. "I'm uh… Ranma Inverse," he stuttered, feeling it prudent to introduce himself.

"Well dragonling, what is it you desire from me?"

"What I desire isn't something you can give," Ranma thought, glancing off to the side, slightly shameful.

A strange light suddenly formed on the darkness and it showed their fight, and Ranma winced. LoN sighed, "Why did you hurt one who loves you?"

Ranma scowled, "She's using me like everyone else in my life! She didn't care about me, she…"

"If you were all separate and loved others, the results would still be the same so long as you all confronted your foe individually," LoN said, "Your emotions are very rich dragonling, it has been a very long time since I've felt emotion."

Ranma looked up, startled, "What do you mean?"

"Time has no meaning, yet still marches on in this place. I who helped create the world, and am helping destroy, only to build again."

Ranma scowled, "Why build again?! What was wrong with our world?"

"You creatures with your rich emotions would not understand. Do not think of deities in your own image."

"I thought we were in your image," Ranma said thoughtfully.

"At first," was all LoN replied, "But then you were given Free Will, and your richer emotions grew from that. But to answer your rant before, yes she does love you, not for your former incarnation, or what you are."

"How do you know?" Ranma asked scowling, "You don't know any of us!"

Images played out all over the darkness, showing memories of all his encounters with his girlfriend. Raw emotions ran through him as he viewed all of the memories. LoN chuckled, "I see you love her as well."

Ranma sighed, slowly getting his emotions under control. LoN sighed disappointedly. "How do I know it's not just the dragon's feelings for his mate."

"Bring up his memories," was all LoN said. Ranma did so. Ranma then realized that he and the dark dragon had little in common. Likewise, Kim and the Holy dragon had little in common with his girlfriend.

"Do you still believe she loves you because of the past?"

Ranma frowned, sighing. He could almost feel the indifference in the deity's voice, "In the end it is your choice that matters. But remember, it is your choice that changes the world, no matter how small. You're being called."

LoN faded, leaving Ranma befuddled until he heard an exasperated sigh, "There you are."

Ranma turned to see Nabiki. She grabbed his hand, "Now you're coming back with me and apologizing."

Ranma scowled, "Why should I apologize?!"

Nabiki frowned, recalling her most recent memory of her newest friend. It didn't faze her when the memory was brought to the fore for Ranma to see.

Kim lay in his room, on his bed, papers and books strewn about, tearstains on her face. She looked slightly emaciated, as if she hadn't been eating well. Dark circles under her eyes indicated that she had slept little. Lines of worry darkened her face, making her appear much older than she was.

Nabiki almost smirked when Ranma's face softened, and brought up another memory.

"He astral projected," Kim said.

"Impossible," Snape said, having been there through the entire exchange.

Kim shook her head, "Not probable."

"Does Ranma know how to find his body again?" Kasumi asked softly.

Kim's silence was her only answer. Kim took off her necklace and put it around Ranma's neck.

Snape frowned as he watched, "Is that-?"

"Its orihalcum," Kim said softly, "It's been in my family for generations. If anything will help Ranma find his way back it's that."

Ranma frowned, knowing that the necklace was a family heirloom. "Kim never takes that off," he muttered.

"Well she gave it to you," Nabiki said, "Now are you going to come back or aren't you? That's what you need to home in on for both of us to get back home."

Ranma just nodded, gripping Nabiki's hand firmly. He started concentrating on the orihalcum, and they began the trek back to their bodies.

Ranma glanced out the window, to find that it was dark outside, Madame Pomfrey nowhere to be seen. Nabiki moved and groaned beside him, and cursed softly, "That takes a lot out of a girl. She stood, and staggered over to one of the other beds to rest as Ranma just nodded, and closed his eyes again.

Ranma plugged his nose and drank the foul smelling concoction that Kasumi had given him. He instantly felt his energy return and moved to get up, only to be stopped by a disapproving glare from Kasumi. He opened his mouth to protest as Nabiki snickered.

"/Ranma-kun, you are not leaving until we are sure you're 100/" Kasumi said.

Ranma groaned knowing they just wanted to make sure his spirit was anchored to his body.

Dumbledore walked in with a smile as Kasumi walked away. "Welcome back to the land of the living."

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Nabiki frowned, recalling her most recent memory of her newest friend. It didn't faze her when the memory was brought to the fore for Ranma to see.

The realizing what was happening she smirked, changing the memory into a fantasy. Ranma turned bright red as he stared before narrowing his eyes and yelling out "I'm going to kill him!"

Nabiki snickered as she watched the memory play out, the seventh year that was sweet on Kim slipping something into her drink before it disappeared.

A/N ok I know it was very good for being, uh… missing for a long time. I am going to be improving what I can… but it is going to take me awhile. Next chapter, finishing of book 1.