Hey everyone,
Good, sweet Merlin. I've been thinking this past month and did some discussing with Nathaniel and we came to a decision. The Moving of the Light will be the FINAL installment of this series. I know I have the preview of Magician's Light in Venquine's Mind, but that is going to stay just a story idea from now on.
So why did I swear at the beginning? Because during our discussion, I checked the "birthday" of Keyblade's Light and it's actually the 12th of September in 2012. Yes, everyone, this series has been going on for a good SIX years now and that makes it one of my oldest series yet. And without Nathaniel, this wouldn't even exist.
So yeah, we're going to use the next 6 months – in the story timeline – to wrap everything up. The people in Azkaban and others who's intent make them unable to come to the KH Universe, the Keyhole problem inside Hogwarts, Christmas, the issues some people have with their loved ones and the move in general.
Hope you enjoy,

Venquine1990
Co-Author: Nathaniel Wolf

Chapter 21
Trouble At Home – Part 02

19th of December 1992
The Burrow, England
Luna's POV

"I guess now it's my turn." I mutter after we hear the fire dying out in the living room and Ginny and Ron look at me worriedly as Ginny asks: "Are you sure? You know you're –." But I smile at her as the last few days have been very helpful and I say: "I know, don't worry. I put it all behind me. You helped me with that.
I know it was my fault. I know that there was no way I could have resisted him. He was Voldemort of all people. Only experienced wizards like Dumbledore could have been able to resist someone like him. I know that now." The two of them smile at me in relief and Ginny walks over to give me a warm, proud hug before she says:
"Just let us know if you need help." I nod at her and say: "I'll be sure to take the Grangers over to your mum if need be. If anyone can help me convince them, it's her." And the two nod at me before I head down myself. "Luna dear, not you too." The woman moans, but I smile at her and say: "Don't worry, Mrs. Weasley.

I just need to take care of a little chore for a friend of mine. She's dealing with some issues with her own parents, you know, one that could become really great once the world starts officially moving and all. Speaking of which, it might be that, if you're okay with it, I bring her and her parents over here sometime later."
"Really? Why would you need to do that, dear?" The woman asks and I decide to just be blunt as I say: "Because she has more trouble with things changing beyond their control than you seem to, Mrs. Weasley. And considering how much the other Universe and magic have become part of her life, that's really a problem."
The woman grimaces as I point out her problem, does she tilt her head in confusion and I say: "It's Hermione, Mrs. Weasley. Ron's friend who, alongside him, had his change of heart last year." The woman obviously doesn't like being reminded of what Ron was like before the meeting with the Longbottoms, but she does nod at me.

"Apparently Hermione has had a few times in her life where she wanted to move, but her parents always looked at her as if she was crazy if she brought this up. And seeing as how she is now a Keyblade Wielder and how the King is going to work even harder to get the move going, that is just not a good thing.
They need to accept what it means for her to be a witch, if not a Keyblade Wielder. Otherwise – she'll have to choose between her parents – and her own heart." The woman looks horrified at this and I say: "I do plan to make sure to try and convince them myself at first, but, if I fail –." And I let the sentence hanging as she says:
"Of course, dear. You come here the minute you feel you just can't do anymore and you make sure to take them with you. In fact, if you want, I might just come with you. I think you might just come over a little more serious if you have an adult with you to back your case." And while I really want to be independent, do I still agree with her.
Yet I also know that she wants to come along because she sees this as a way to help herself and to feel as if she can be useful to someone she considers one of her own and be a vital part in their lives. And while I really appreciate the fact that she cares so much for me, do I really hope she won't try and just overtake the whole thing.

We arrive at the Grangers, who have been warned ahead of time that we will be arriving through the fireplace and even, apparently, had to get their fireplace uncovered as Hermione had told me and while I wonder what had been covering the fireplace up – and why they'd want it to – do I just focus on the home itself.
And the home really worries me and makes me wonder if I really am the right person to get this job done. The room we are in doesn't look that spotless you wonder if you are in a showroom or something, but it hardly has any real personal touches as the stiffness of the decoration and style of the room are still almost stifling.
There is one small flowerpot that is on top of the mantlepiece as well as a picture of Hermione who looks to be three or four years old, but otherwise there is almost nothing in the room and what is in there is made of black leather or glass and is set in such a way that it can be easily cleaned and proves that almost no one uses them.

"Oh dear, I guess this is why Hermione is so methodical in her studies." Mrs. Weasley mutters as there is definitely one thing that is overly obvious in the entire room and that is how every cabinet, closet, open wardrobe and shelves build up against the wall are filled to the brim, almost to the point of bursting, with books.
And to make matters worse, are most books actually dictionaries and books on the history of several things, though hardly any of them seem as if they have any pictures or allow for any imagination and this really makes me worried for the young witch, as it explains why she had such trouble imagining things last year, or so she told me.
"I don't like saying it, Mrs. Weasley, but I am starting to wonder if I am really the right person for this job. I mean, I – I have – I don't think I have ever felt more out of my element than I do now." The woman smiles at me in compassion and then I notice her. Hermione is standing in the doorway and has a grateful look on her face.

"Thank you so much for coming. I've been – trying to hint at why you're coming at my parents, but – it hasn't been going well." And the way that the girl sounds disheartened at the end of this helps me get back my determination as I can't stand the idea or even the notion of disappointing this girl, who so obviously needs my help.
"Don't worry, dear. That's why Luna and I came together, to offer more than one kind of perspective to help convince your parents that this needs to happen. Where are they?" And the girl answers: "In my room. I asked them if we could have this there, because it concerned the Magical world and they agreed that was best."
We nod at her and she leads us out of the room and into a simple looking hallway that, while looking less stifling than the room we were just in, doesn't look anymore personal or lived in. "How could any kid grow up in a house like this?" I think, hating the fact that I can't even call it a home, not even in my own mind.

Yet after she leads up a halfway circular staircase and into her room, do I finally feel like sighing in relief at seeing evidence that this really is a home. Hermione's room definitely has just as much storage space meant for books, but both her books are more wide varied in topics and the spaces also have other things stored in them.
A couple of stuffed toys, some that look as if they have been raised alongside a young teenage girl for her entire life, plenty of pictures that, while they are placed quite smartly, show a young baby girl growing into the teenage girl that is now my friends and some of them are magical, but stationed so that seeing them move is a little hard.
The colors are also warmer, even if they are still mostly black, white and different shades of brown, and the furniture has more frills and bits of decorations added to them, giving them a personal touch. I then notice Hermione smiling at me and she says: "All of our bedrooms and personal room are like this, don't worry."

I smile at her and then notice the Grangers, who are seated on the desk chair and the other chair that is situated next to the desk. The two definitely look professional, but this is ruined slightly because Mrs. Granger has her hair looking wilder than Harry's sometimes does and Mr. Granger is wearing dirty, smudged jeans and is shoeless.
"You must be Luna. Hermione told us all about what you've been through. How are you feeling, dear?" Mrs. Granger asks and I look at Hermione for a short second before deciding to be something I am not often; blunt. "It's very nice to finally meet you, Mrs. Granger, and I have to say, I am really looking forward to the end of the year.
I mean, graduating my First year from the school I have been dreaming of since I was four is one thing, but moving to a world that is inhabited by those that helped me realize I am a Princess Pure of Heart and that gave your daughter the ability to use magic in ways even I never thought imaginable. It's just amazing."

"Wait, those hints at moving – were legit?" Mr. Granger asks shocked and bewildered and I share I commiserating look with Hermione, knowing she is not the kind of girl to just hint vaguely at something this big and important and Mrs. Weasley says: "No, Mr. Granger. The move is very much a thing, I can assure you."
"But why would we have to move? I mean, surely Hermione can just –?" But to this I say: "No, she has been in the Wizarding World too long. She has made too many friends there and they have brought out sides of her that deserve not to be forgotten or forced away. She has truly become a wondrous person, thanks to our world.
Her being a witch has allowed for her to let her imagination run wild and become as much a part of her as it is part of any other teenager, whether they are bookish or adventurous and her friends have allowed for her to find a gift inside herself – that is actually related to the entire reason behind the move that is going on, even now."

The two look shocked and look between me and their daughter as I say: "You know about Harry and him being royal, right? Hermione told you how he is the Heir to King Arthur? Yes, King Arthur, like unicorns, witches and dragons, was a real person. Heck, even now there are rumors of where Camelot actually is.
Some people think that Hogwarts is Camelot, some think that Hogwarts is build out of the ruins of Camelot, some think that, if you try to find a part of England that is the mirror opposite of the Hogwarts lands, you will find Camelot. There are even people who think that the tunnels of Gringotts – are the hallways of Camelot."
The two seem really intrigued with these plots and beliefs of the wizarding world and I sigh as I say: "However, while Lord Xemnas, Harry's eldest father, found out just how it is that Muggleborns are born – that is how they are born with Magic when their parents don't have magic – there is still the matter of the current Queen.
There is just simply no way for there to be two kingdoms ruling one country and for our world to force our Muggleborn witches and wizards to chose between both kingdoms or have then serve Harry when in the Wizarding World and Queen Elizabeth when in the Muggle world, neither are just acceptable options, you understand."

"So you are here to force us –?" Mrs. Granger wants to snap, but Mrs. Weasley glares at her and asks: "Are you telling us that we are wrong in asking you to put the happiness, future and personal safety of your own daughter above something like a job or a house? After all, your daughter's not just born a witch, she's also a Keyblade Wielder.
And both are part of her, Mrs. Granger. She is a witch, because she is born with a core and she is a Wielder, because the Keyblade chose her for the worthiness of her heart. They are as much part of her as your need for those reading glasses is part of you, Mrs. Granger, or those scars that you seem to have on your feet, Mr. Granger."

The two grimace, obviously not liking how these attributes of their looks are being used and then I say: "Mrs. Granger, Mr. Granger, I can give you one solid reason that will take away the argument I know you want to use next, that Hermione can just give up on the Wizarding World as she has lived in the Muggle world longer.
In that time that she has lived there, she has never has as much support from as many people as she does in the Magical world. After all, all of her friends and those that, other than the two of you, accept her – are magical. So if you want to have your daughter to, again, become a loner, be my guest and stay. If not, accept the move."

And while I speak this all very firmly, am I leaning against the wall next to the door, making it look as if I actually don't care for all this as much as my voice is eluding. But this is not the case as, instead, I am using the wall the same way I used the border wall back at Hogwarts, to let out a sense from my heart to go through the room.
And while the Granger adults are grimacing to show that they are in conflict with themselves and with the ultimatum that I just put them up with, can I not sense the same in their hearts. And to my utter relief, do I sense nothing but acceptance and great amounts of love for their daughter in both of them, their hearts bursting with this.
I move away from the wall and say: "Glad we could have this talk, Mr. and Mrs. Granger, and thanks again for letting me come over. Your home was an amazing experience and I love that I can now say I was inside a Muggle's home. Hermione, I'll see you soon, okay?" And I leave the confused girl with a wink of reassurance before I leave.

Well done, Luna,
So I didn't really go on for too long with this, but that is because I know myself. Either that argument would have gone nowhere and would have gone there fast or I would have turned the Grangers into utter and completely stubborn jerks if I continued on down this spiel. I knew when to stop and I did.
Next chapter: Harry and the others take Percy to scout out Hogwarts and make a great and shocking discovery. They share this with the Organization and a schedule is set up for the rest of the holiday. The Weasleys arrive at the Stronghold and Christmas commences – and so does the surprise of Remus and Sirius.
Merry Christmas,

Venquine1990
Co-Author: Nathaniel Wolf
PS. I say that to all of you – at the end of August. What is it with me and writing Winter chapters in summer? Honestly!