Disclaimer~If I owned Harry Potter, Harry wouldn't have married a stalker/fangirl that couldn't even say one sentence to him for more than two years. And since that is what happened, I don't own Harry Potter.

A/N~I'm juggling 3 stories right now, and my juggling skills are horrible. Remind me to never do this again. It's so hard…

A/N 2~ HUGE thanks to an anonymous reviewer under the name of serria gracia, who gave me the power to continue this story. To be honest, I nearly gave up on it…but hey, I'm back now!

To serris gracia: Nope, this isn't the end. The end isn't going to come for a lot of chapters, I promise you that.

To an anonymous reviewer: Ron won't be coming for a while. I'll speed it up for you, okay?

Visions

Chapter 14: Just The Beginning

Hermione walked all the way to the girl's dormitories in Gryffindor tower with a skip in her step, oblivious to the multiple secrets kept away from her. Harry had successfully passed the first task in one piece! Not to mention his seven animagus forms. But how did he have seven? Animagi only had one form, if you don't mention the fact that most people don't have enough experience to become animagi.

She also forgot to ask about his wings.

Really, there were many things she forgot to ask about.

He said he had two pairs, but she had only seen one pair so far and that was from afar. She slowed down before coming to a halt, frowning slightly as she did so. I'll just ask Harry when I see him again. This renewed her grin and she continued on her way to the dorms.

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Harry sighed and rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands. He didn't want to lie to her, saying that everything was okay. Numbing the pain would only make it hurt more when the numbness wore off. He would have to give it to her slowly. Throwing caution to the wind would be like throwing her to the wind as well.

He would have to give her hints; the hints would have to be small but noticeable.

Or she could ask no questions and he would give no lies, but he highly doubted that Hermione would ask no questions, being the most curious one of the trio.

He gazed absentmindedly at the Hospital Wing wall when a sudden thought struck him. There could be other ways to remove the Horcrux in his scar! He would have to take a look in the library later tonight.

For now, he had a promise to keep.

He swiftly made sure that the nurse was occupied (there wasn't any need to make her fall asleep; some poor Hufflepuff bloke had gotten his arm covered with some bubotuber pus.) and drew the curtains around his bed before a nearly-blinding flash of blue and white signified his departure.

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"Hey, Hermione. Did I scare you?" Harry chuckled quietly at Hermione, who had fallen off of her bed out of fright. Luckily Harry had cast a levitation charm on her before she fell on the floor.

"Harry! Don't do that!" she growled in annoyance but the twitching at the corner of her mouth betrayed her amusement.

She threw her pillow at her boyfriend, but he caught the pillow mid-air with another levitation charm and smirked at her.

"Not fair!" She whined and crossed her arms. "You can't use magic! It's more fun that way." Harry grinned and banished the pillow back at his girlfriend, which hit her in the face.

"Are you a witch or not? C'mon, let's try a magical pillow war! We can do a manual pillow fight tomorrow night if you want."

"If you want to play like that, fine." she said and grabbed her wand from the desk beside her bed.

"Hermione?"

"Hmm?"

"Are any of your roommates going to walk in? They're going to question how a boy got in the girl's dormitories."

"Nah," Hermione said, waving it off "I heard that they were going to try and sneak into Hogsmeade to buy the newest lip gloss or something that would take an equally long amount of time."

"Alright." Harry grinned again. "Ready?"

"You bet," Hermione answered, a pillow at the ready in front of her.

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Hermione fell back on her bed, tired and out of breath.

"Tired already? You really have to work out."

Hermione groaned loudly "You wouldn't have said that a few months ago."

"True."

After a while, Harry checked the time.

"It's half past midnight. I'm going to get back to the Hospital Wing, okay?"

"Sure Harry. See you tomorrow."

"See you soon." With the faint sound of crackling flames and a sudden burst of light, he disappeared from the girl's dorms.

A few minutes later when Hermione emerged from the bathroom after brushing her teeth and the like, the first thing she noticed was a raven-haired boy sitting on her bed, looking out the window.

"Harry? What are you doing here again?"

Harry gave her a light smirk. "Now, what sort of boyfriend would I be if I didn't wish my girlfriend a good night?"

"So that's what you meant by 'See you soon'. Isn't 'See you soon' a different type of goodnight?"

"Yeah, that's what I meant by that. And that's not the point."

Hermione walked over to her bed as Harry got off of it to give her room to get on. She slid under the covers and Harry pulled them up snugly to her chin.

"Goodnight," he said quietly and kissed her on her forehead. "Sweet dreams."

"Goodnight, Harry."

When her dorm mates returned from their small adventure, they found Hermione in bed, asleep with a huge smile adorning her face.

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Harry slammed the book on the table in frustration; none of the books had anything about soul magic! Granted, it was illegal, but there should be at least one book about it!

All of a sudden, after a while of moping around for a while (it felt quite good to mope around without anyone telling him off for a change), he remembered that Dumbledore had told him that he had removed all the books about soul magic from the library. He would've slapped himself in the face, but he refrained and instead levitated all the books back on their shelves, before apparating back to his bed in the Hospital Wing.

He sighed and flopped onto the bed, the bed sinking under his weight. He raised his mental shields and fell back onto his bed, deciding that he needed some sleep while he had an excuse.

-Inside Harry's Mind-

Harry gracefully landed on his feet and brushed off the nonexistent dust from his shoulders.

"You're getting better with the landing." Light complemented.

"Well, I have to get better, unless I want to be sore all the time," Harry replied. "What are we going to do this time?"

"Well, we thought that you deserved a break. You've proven to be a quick learner and quick to understand." Dark answered.

"Great! So, what are we going to do?" Harry replied enthusiastically before he saw Light and Dark's sad eyes.

"Were our lessons really that bad?"

"Come off of it, you guys are just trying to mess with me."

"Heh, you know us too well." Dark acknowledged. "You can-"

All sound was cut off, and suddenly Harry's dream world was spinning under his feet. His scar burned with a sudden fire and his head felt like a herd of hippogriffs were denied their lunch.

Harry rapidly tried to reinforce his Occlumency walls, but the invisible force was inside his walls somehow.

"Light? Dark?" Harry called out to the swallowing void, desperate for someone to be there.

As the darkness engulfed him, one thought resonated through his head.

Voldemort's Soul