Author Note: One reason Stripper Granger had such a short chapter was I got sidetracked by this brain explosion as Rogar gave me this Idea based on something someone named Chris Shurlock said. Its a Luna goes back in time and joins Harry and Hermione in a three-way soul-bond. Told in first person from her point of view entirely. This is going to be a tough one to write as getting into her head takes a bit of preparation.

Hello, my name is Luna Potter. I am writing this memoir of the events I took part in during the last magical civil war. The downfall of the self proclaimed Lord Voldemort and how I joined Harry and Hermione in a three-way soul bond.

I should probably begin at the point that you and most of the public are unaware of. My soul is twice as old as my mated family, Harry and Hermione's, due to my traveling through time to correct a great many mistakes that were made.

I am aware of many proven facts and arguments against this feat occurring. Many of you reading this are no doubt immediately denying that it actually occurred and this is just another example of how loony I am. That is an unfortunate and narrow-minded attitude but if that is the one you possess then it is doubtful you will find much enjoyment in this work.

The method I used will be not be explained as I have already removed it from access by others. I will say though that it was a device that has been destroyed by us to prevent it coming into the hands of anyone else. I am quite pleased with this time-line and would not want anyone else to go back and change it.

I will tell this story in the first person omniscient style with occasional breaks for me to explain things in direct narration. I was not always privy to the thoughts of others except for Harry and Hermione once we had completed our soul-bond, so cannot reliably state anything other than their words and actions of the time.

Some readers may question my ability to remember things so clearly. Our soul-bond permits us to become briefly a full mental gestalt which pools our intellect, memories and sensations. Anything Harry or Hermione know I know and the reverse is true as well. This of course does mean that privacy is irrelevant between us. On the positive it does mean that sexual relations are quite improved as there is utterly no doubt about what our partner likes or does not like.

Perhaps I should explain what a soul-bond is and what it is not before I begin the story. Hermione has reminded myself that to a great many people the entire concept of a soul bond is a work of fiction and trashy romance stories, or even worse an excuse for smutty one handed reading.

A soul-bond is exactly what it says on the tin to use one of Harry's favorite sayings. Our souls are bonded together in a complete and spiritual sense. The connection we have means that what one of us feels the others feel as well. I can tell if Harry is injured or Hermione is angry or sad.

It also allows us to join our minds as I said earlier. We are constantly aware of each other's thoughts as a low mental hum in the background. If we want to share thoughts or communicate with each other it happens in less time than it takes to think. We have in the middle of a combat formed the gestalt being Harry nicknamed Haruna to discus, coordinate and then execute the plans we decided upon, all of which have taken less time than it does to blink.

Further we may join our magical energies and do astounding feats of magic beyond the usual sorts. Our spells are more powerful and more sophisticated than the average persons due to three minds and souls channeling and controlling the power. Unfortunately this has also caused issues as all three of us must agree on a specific interpretation of the application of this power. Generally this is not a problem but it has occurred in the past. Two of us may also veto the casting of a spell by another of us, which has saved the life of certain red-haired individuals before.

This brings me to the aspects of what a soul-bond is not. We do not surrender our individual personalities, desires or identities. I am Luna, he is Harry and my co-wife is Hermione. I prefer to eat less meat and enjoy Gurdyroot tea while Hermione gags and tries to ignore when I drink it. Harry enjoys Macduff's fast food which neither Hermione nor I do. Hermione prefers to wear a one piece swimsuit while I prefer to swim naked. I could go on but Hermione is warning me that I am straying into TMI territory.

One further thing though. Harry is pointing out that a lot of people are no doubt curious what our sex life is like. It is quite spectacular as there is no doubt or question if our partner likes or dislikes what we are doing. If I stroke Hermione's breast she feels it, I feel her feeling it as well as feeling myself stroking her breast and Harry feels us feeling it. Before we became more accustomed to it sex could leave us quite insensate and shivering in pleasure.

Hermione wanted me to point out that Harry has also had to experience our monthly periods and our pregnancies. He is one of the few males who has experienced childbirth, the fact that Hermione and I have both had multiple children says a great deal about Harry's desire to be a father. He has become a very understanding and helpful husband as a result of this though.

Finally I will say that there are a few things I will not reveal to you. This is not out of shame or some desire to withhold information from you but that we feel it is not something that this memoir needs to cover. The technique for forming a soul-bond is available in several sources, it is neither easy nor common but it is available, so we will not go into detail. A great deal of our daily lives is not any different than other people. We still go to the bathroom when our bodies require it, we still eat and drink as normal. So I will gloss over a great many mundane experiences.

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I was an old woman when I finally figured out how to activate the device that would let me go back into my own body so that I could change the time stream. The journey would be one way as the device would be destroyed, however as I was the one who discovered it I could do so once again. The reason I wanted to do this was that events had not gone well for all of us. Most especially my close friends Harry Potter and Hermione Granger.

I must confess that I had a crush on Harry Potter from the time I first saw him in my first year. He had seemed so sad and lonely, even in a crowd so my heart had called to his heart. Unfortunately a red-haired serpent had interjected herself between us.

Ginny Weasley was an obsessive, possessive, jealous petty young girl who grew up into a shrewish harridan like her mother. Harry was never shown what a proper and loving family was like so he was easy to manipulate and deceive. He honestly believed he loved Ginny and that once they were married it would be improper to leave her. So he stayed, and little by little the fire died in his eyes.

Hermione had been raised with a loving and caring family so Ron had to work much harder to make her believe he loved her. I think he may have actually thought he loved her, at least the concept of her, but he wanted to turn her into someone like his mother. Hermione was far too powerful and headstrong to become just a housewife and mother. She needed a challenge, an obstacle or a puzzle of some kind to overcome. Unfortunately neither of them would compromise or attempt to understand the other so they continued in a very dysfunctional and combative relationship for several years until they finally gave up.

Ron settled with Fay Dunbar and Hermione remained alone. She focused on her career and pushing for changes within the Ministry. Unfortunately too many of the old guard still remained in places of power and she was eventually shuffled to a dead end position with the Centaur Liaison Office. Her and Harry had tried to remain friends but since her dismissal of Ronald the Weasley family did not like Harry associating with her.

When a powerful, tightly wound person like Hermione fails they fail spectacularly. She began to drink to dull the pain, to deal with the dead end position, deal with seeing Harry only in secret like some kind of scarlet woman. She could not even take refuge with her parents as they had been killed during the war. Even though she had hid them in Australia the Death Eaters hunted them down and killed them to hurt her.

Harry tried to comfort and commiserate with his friend Hermione. Their secret liaisons becoming more frequent and closer to true dates. Their feelings for each other finally floating to the surface and being recognized, even if they were being resisted by Harry. Although they did eventually cross the final line and actually have sex together. Due to them not taking precautions she wound up pregnant. A criminal offense in the magical world as she was given the full blame for seducing him. As he was a married man, and member of the titled seats he could have taken Hermione as his mistress but Ginny pushed very hard against that. Saying that he was confunded and not well. She had turned on Hermione as a threat that had to be removed by any means.

Draco Malfoy had managed to weasel his way through the ranks to become Minister for Magic and while he claimed it was not his desire to do anything against her he called for her to be banished from the magical world. Her memories would be obliviated, her wand broken and her magic bound. It was essentially a death of personality. I am certain he saw it as revenge for all of the times he was bested by her and Harry.

Harry fought to rescue her and help her escape only to be killed in the effort. His dying words to her were that he loved her and should have chosen her. I know this because I was working with him in secret. I am proud to say that as part of the Department of Mysteries I had a great deal of access to the Ministry.

Hermione chose to go down fighting after this. She almost killed Draco but was killed instead. I could do nothing to help stop it. A guilt that I still carry to this day.

The backlash from this did have the effect of shaming Ginny and Molly as well as causing Draco to loose a vote of no confidence. A minor victory that did very little to change the overall culture and attitudes. Draco retired to his villa and lived for a few months longer until a subtle poison managed to work its way through his defenses killing him in a slow agonizing manner as his blood turned to stone in his veins.

The war had been bad and hurt the magical world but it did not change things sufficiently, it did not remove all of the blood-purity dogma from our society. It did not remove the old guard from their ivory towers. A few minor changes occurred, the social equivalent of painting over moldy plaster.

This was the state of the world when I found the device. When I found the key to changing everything. I broke the law and kept the device for myself. I worked on cracking the runic language of its controls. Until one day I figured it out. I had nothing left to lose as my own life was one of loneliness and melancholy.

I had tried to have a relationship with Neville but as sweet and loving as he is we walked two different paths. He was a great and wonderful lover, talented and considerate and his wife in that timeline was a lucky woman as is his wife in this timeline. No they are not the same woman but then Neville is not quite the same person as he was.

I tried to have a relationship with several other men and women. None of them filled the hole in my heart that I knew was Harry shaped. I enjoyed their physical pleasures but emotionally and spiritually I had no connection.

Laying down with the device I had nothing to loose. According to the calculations there was a slight chance that the entire world would be destroyed, and a slightly greater chance that I would be destroyed. I accepted those chances as without Harry, or Hermione in my life there was no reason to live. I activated the device and closed my eyes as I felt the dissolution of my body and soul begin.

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I awoke in the silver and blue bedding of Ravenclaw tower. A brief mental examination of my mind confirmed that I was essentially myself still, yet integrated with the original version that had inhabited the body. Getting out of bed to look at myself in the mirror I estimated that it was my third year. Looking at the calendar I discovered it was November first 1994. I had come back to the day after Harry's name had been drawn by the Goblet of Fire. It was the tri-wizard tournament year. Not the most optimal time period to return to but it would have to do. It meant several events had already passed, Peter Pettigrew was on the run and Sirius was in hiding.

It also meant that Ron and Harry would have their biggest fight ever this morning in the great hall. They would stop speaking with each other and Hermione would be torn between her two friends. While it may sound callous and manipulative I must admit this was an opening that I would have to take to begin my own plans to save them. I dressed quickly and headed to the great hall.

I could hear the raised voice of Ron and Harry yelling at each other with Hermione trying to placate them both by playing peacemaker. Snape was the one who would be monitoring the breakfast so he sat by doing nothing. I slipped through the small crowd watching until I was next to Hermione.

All three of them stopped when I stood in the middle of their tableau quietly. When everyone had hushed to quiet murmurs I smiled and said rather loudly I must admit. "I believe you Harry. It would not have been rational for you to have submitted your own name given how much the dark lord wants to murder you."

Harry and Hermione both turned to look at me with expressions of surprise, although Ron glared at me and snarled rudely, "Oh shut up Loony. You believe in all kinds of stupid imaginary crazy stuff anyhow."

"I have politely asked you not to call me Loony. I find that quite insulting." I pointed out.

Ron rolled his eyes while throwing his hands up in the air, "See Potter. This is the kind of people that agree with you. Just I'm done. If you don't wanna tell me how you did it fine."

Harry crossed his arms while scowling at Ron, "Fine. I'm done with you too."

Ron turned and stormed off while the other students drifted into the hall. Draco had been watching the exchange with a smirk that I did not like. I had already accepted that by coming back I would release a cage of butterflies as I changed things. I wondered if this was the first wingbeats of one.

"Hello Harry. I am sorry for interrupting your argument." I said politely. Mother had always taught me to be polite, it is the height of civilization to be polite.

Harry chuckled, "No its okay. I'm glad you did. Uh." He of course did not know my name yet.

"My name is Luna Lovegood. I am in Ravenclaw."

"Oh thank you Luna. I'm Harry potter as you and no doubt everyone this side of Wales knows. And this is Hermione Granger." He replied politely but with a strained voice.

I smiled politely at Hermione and said, "I do believe you Harry and I would like to help you with the tournament as much as I can."

Harry sighed, "I just want to get through this alive."

Hermione though looked at me curiously, "Why did you say that about them wanting to kill Harry?"

I considered my options and decided that lying to them would not prove beneficial in any circumstances, I was not quite aware we would form a soul-bond as of yet but I did want us to have a very close and honest relationship. "Because there is a prophecy about Harry in the Hall of Prophecy at the Ministry. Harry has been targeted by Voldemort since before he was born. It only makes sense placing his name into the Goblet would be another attempt on his life."

Hermione seemed to consider that before nodding, "I was thinking that makes sense as well."

"Of course you are a very intelligent person, even if you are somewhat stiff minded." I observed. Hermione of course raised her eyebrow at me while Harry snickered.

She turned on him, "And what is so funny mister?"

Harry composed himself, "Nothing, nothing at all."

"My apologies but I have been observing you for a very long time. I like to observe people and the two of you are very interesting."

Harry smiled before saying, "Uh thank you I suppose."
Hermione though expressed her practical nature once more, "You said you could help Harry. How?"

"I know a great many unconventional magics as well as have a limited foresight." I lied slightly. I felt that trying to explain the time travel at that point would be detrimental to our budding friendship.

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Don't tell me you believe in that divination tosh."

I shook my head, "No. I do not. A seer is either born with it or they are not. I do not have true sight but a sort of feeling. I can sense patterns and place connections on them to estimate the most probable outcome. It is far too limited for me to be considered a seer, but far more useful than the divination they teach in the class here." I explained carefully wording things to try and avoid aggravating Hermione. She has always had a degree of divisiveness towards divination, rightfully so as far too many are frauds.

Hermione nodded, "oh. I see. Well we do need to get some breakfast but I'm not sure I want to be anywhere near Ron right now."

"We could go to the kitchens and have breakfast there. It would also allow us to speak without the risk of being overheard." I suggested. I knew Hermione had still not given up on her quest to free the elves but hopefully I would be able to get her to understand.

Hermione as I expected did not seem very pleased with the idea, "I wouldn't want to make them have any extra work. They are already going to be busy taking care of the great hall."
"Hermione they would not be upset or doing any extra work. Their magic allows them to do a great many things. However they I can explain more when we get there." I said and started walking on, pausing when I realized they were still standing there looking at each other in one of their silent conversations. It always bothered me that they never realized how much they loved each other and how compatible they where. "Well are you coming or not?"

Harry shrugged and fell in alongside me with Hermione on the other. It felt good and warm. Somehow comfortable to be in that position, that should have alerted me to the plan going aft gangly soon. I had planned on getting the two of them to form a soul bond with each other and then I would be a friend with benefits with both of them. Or something to that effect. I have to admit I had not entirely planned things out that minutely. As many tacticians have said the best laid plans of an army fail when they encounter the enemy.

We silently walked until we got to the kitchen. The elves recognized me and brought us food. I did have to apologize to them but Dobby had brought Hermione and Harry their food.

"Thank you Dobby." Hermione said.

"Dobby is very pleased to serve Harry Potter's Hermione." He said before attending to his other duties.

"Now what are you going to explain?" Hermione huffed although she did eat her breakfast. "How they got enslaved and refuse to accept freedom?"

I shook my head. She was getting on her high pedestal again, one of her personality flaws I am sorry to admit. But I smiled and said, "Hermione they are only enslaved because they tried to do the same to humans."

Hermione blinked a few times then looked at me sideways, "What?"

I blinked a few times to clear my mind and focus my thoughts, "House-elves are one of the fey races. They are all ruled by King Oberon. He cursed house-elves to be subservient to humans because in the second age of man the house-elves tried to enslave humans. It was during one of the wars that plagued the earth at that time when the children of men had begun to spread across the world. The true elves still walked the lands and the dragons could talk." I remembered the history my father had taught me, my mother's family was descended from the true elves which explained a great deal about myself. Hermione would find out about that soon enough though.

She as I expected looked at me in disbelief. "So because the house elves tried to enslave humans he cursed the entire race to be enslaved forever?"

"No only until they learned their lesson. So that both races could work together as equals and partners. Unfortunately humans need to work on their side of the equation now as too many have forgotten the history of why they are the way they are." I said sadly.

Harry looked at me, "How do you know this?"

"My father and mother taught me much of it. My mother was descended of the true elven bloodlines." I explained proudly. I was always proud of my mother. She was a wonderful woman, even if she did like to take risks with her research too often.

Harry nodded at me acceptingly. That was one of the things I always loved about him. How he would listen and trust me. I swallowed the guilt at not being brave enough to fight harder for him in the previous timeline. Especially as looking into this emerald eyes I realized I would need to get to know him all over again. Part of me at that moment faltered at getting him with Hermione and wanted to selfishly keep him all for myself.

"Luna are you okay? You keep staring at harry like you expect him to say or do something." Hermione asked in concern. She was always more observant than people gave her credit for.

I stirred my food on the plate to avoid answering for several seconds until I could compose myself. "I have a slight crush on Harry." I confessed. It was true and would explain a great deal.

Harry awkwardly ate some of his breakfast as well. He was blushing slightly I could see out of the corner of my eye.

Hermione sighed as she asked rhetorically, "Just how many girls in this place have a crush on him?"

I reflexively answered, "At the moment myself and Ginny Weasley. Harry does not become more popular until next year."

"Great. At least I have some time to prepare for the hordes of adoring fans." He quipped.

"So how can you help Harry survive this?" Hermione asked quickly changing the subject. I could tell it had struck a nerve with her. This confirmed my beliefs she had feelings for Harry but either did not realize it yet or denied them.

I smiled as this was what I was hoping for, "As I said I know some very unconventional and esoteric forms of magic that can enhance you."

"Enhance how?"

"Allow you to communicate with Hermione at a distance, instantly. So she may advise and help you. She can channel her magic into you doubling your power and ability, she would also be able to sense what you are sensing. So she would be able to make these decisions instantly as well." I explained but vaguely.

Harry looked interested while Hermione looked skeptical. "I've never heard of this kind of magic before?" She said.

"It is not dark if that is what concerns you. It is not taught until seventh year and then only mentioned briefly as the circumstances for a complete link are very rare. Most magicals are only able to form a minor tenuous link, however I have a feeling that the two of you are compatible enough to form a complete bond." I stated quickly.

"A bond? That sounds dangerous. Like we might become some sort of cybermen collective." Hermione said. Showing her muggle background thanks to her father's geekiness.

"No. Nothing like that. You would still retain your individualism. It would just speed up communication and thinking and reacting. As well as lending power to each other in combat. Something that you will have to face soon enough."

"She has a point. So far I've about died five times while you've about had it four times." he ruefully said.

Hermione took a deep breath before saying, "I will need to do some more research on this. Can you tell me what books I'll need?"

"They are going to be in the restricted section but I will give you a list. I would not expect you to do anything until you have researched it." I had no doubts about that. Hermione would be handed two stone tablets from a burning bush and would research it first. Yes you would dear. Now hush I am telling this story not you. I am sorry she tried to contradict me but it is true. At that point in her life Hermione did not accept many things on pure faith alone, except her faith in authority and that older people must know more so they must be trustworthy. The events of the next few years would burn that from her but it would be a very painful lesson. One I hoped to avoid.

We talked a bit further about life and the background things. What I liked, what I thought of various classes. The usual things people whoa re trying to get to know each other talk about. I admit I tried to pretend to be a quiet third year student who had decided to come forward and not the 128 year old former Department of Mysteries researcher that watched the two of them die. It was one of the hardest things in my life. Seeing them not knowing me, not having the years of common adventures, common pains, the joint experiences that made us so much closer than mere friends. It actually physically hurt.

When we parted to go to classes I went to the bathroom to cry briefly. Myrtle had drifted in to see what was happening but I did not have the patience to deal with her at that moment so used a spirit repelling charm to send her packing. I had to compose myself before dealing with this world. Otherwise the first person to bully me would not have a very happy ending. To their story. I would have to deal with the stupid Nargles without going the full wrath of the goddess mode on them. Nargles. There was another concept I needed to deal with. The face in the mirror looked back at me accusingly.

I had invented the Nargles to hide the pain of being bullied. There I admitted it, the Nargles were my childish way of dealing with the bullies. The pain of being an outsider and attacked for it. As an adult I should be able to deal with this but standing there in my barely developed body, looking at the young smooth skin of my thirteen year old body I felt just as confused, just as emotional as I did the first time through. I wonder if that was part of the effects of time travel. To force us to be more appropriate for the time period.

I took a deep breath, pulled myself together and went about my day. Nargles or bullies be damned. I was here on a mission and their pettiness was not part of it.

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It was not until that evening after dinner before I was tested by them. I had placed a charm on my trunk and belongings that would alert me if anyone tried to mess with them. I walked into the dorm in time to catch the number one instigator of my troubles Marietta Edgecombe.

"Hello Marietta. The combination is really quite simple it is the third degree of the Fibonacci sequence raised to the 16th power of pi." I coldly stated as the girl was trying to figure out how to open my trunk.

She stood spinning quickly but without any guilt. "Oh. I thought you were sniffing around that cheater Potter."

"One I do not need to sniff around him. And Two he did not cheat." I said walking slowly forward, I had learned from harry during the DA that attitude can end a fight before it begins sometimes. I really did not want to fight Marietta as it would not have been fair to her in the slightest.

As we were alone in the dorms Marietta looked distinctly uncomfortable as I approached her. "Look Luna. I was just going to play a gag on you. No big deal eh? Just some funsies." She nervously said.

"Oh a gag. A prank. A joke. Those are supposed to be funny. Taking and hiding my things is not funny. I find it quite annoying." I said in as cold and hard of a voice as I could muster. I even managed to throw a little bit of treble and reverb in there. A minor parlor trick of letting my eyes glow briefly and she wet herself. I looked down at the puddle on the floor in disgust before looking back into her face. "You do not seem to be having very much fun. Isn't this gag rather fun?"

Marietta nervously stammered at me, "What the hell happened to you?"

I tilted my head as I considered her words. I smiled as I said, "I have decided to change the future for the better. Tell the rest of those who tormented me that I will not ignore their efforts anymore and will reward them in kind for their actions. Take one of my things and I take one of your organs."

Marietta laughed hysterically for a brief moment before saying, "You're not right in the head."

I smiled before I plunged my hand into her abdomen. A slight twist and a tug before I withdrew my hand holding one of her ovaries. She winced in pain but I had used a surgical spell that left no traces.

"what is that? What did you do?" She cried out.

"This is one of your ovaries. You have another. Think about the consequences of your actions Marietta. You stand on the edge of a precipice. One wrong step and into the abyss you shall fall." I really did not want to hurt her so I quickly stuffed the organ back into her abdomen. I even remembered to put all of the eggs back into place and made sure it was connected properly.

She screamed and ran from the room. I cast a cleaning and sterilizing charm on the floor before relaxing. When they thought I was a harmless nut they took advantage of me. Now they would think I was a dangerous nutter and would leave me alone.

Yes Harry I know. It is all about perception though and while I am quite capable of extreme violence it is only with sufficient provocation. Marietta is living a nice happy life with her 6 kids. Yes I know I may have accidentally added a few eggs when I put it back. I was a bit upset at the time. Now let me get on with my story please.

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As it had been a Tuesday when I arrived I did not expect Hermione to get back with me until the weekend at the earliest. Harry though had begun to talk to me in the halls when we crossed paths. He would even occasionally walk with me. I felt a great deal of happiness about that, and as I was a hormonal teenage female in body and well experienced dirty old woman in spirit I must admit I had some very strong fantasies about him as a result.

By Friday the story of what I did to Marietta had spread across the school and as usual with such experiences the actions got distorted until I had killed her then raised her from the dead. It seemed to amuse Harry to not be the focus of the stories for a change and as I was not being bothered anymore I certainly did not mind.

Ron and Ginny would watch Harry and I walk through the halls with a strange glare. I knew why Ginny did but had no idea at the time why Ron would be so angry with me. He would reveal that later though after the bond became public knowledge.

It was Sunday afternoon when Hermione sought me out. "Luna. I read about the soul-bond, the combat-bond, the magic-bond, the various types of bonds. What sort of bond were you wanting Harry and I to try?"

"Well a combat bond would be the most effective at this point." I stated. I hoped she would let me be the ritual master and not notice I was building a soul-bond between them.

"Okay. Harry and I agree to this. I'll go get him. We'll need someplace out of the way to do this." She whispered conspiratorially.

"I know. Meet me on the seventh floor west, in the dead end corridor with the tapestry of the wizard trying to teach trolls to dance. In an hour." I said suppressing my glee. This was flowing much smoother and easier than I had ever hoped. Little did I know this was because fate had decided to flap some Mothra sized butterfly effect wings on us.

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I was standing in the corridor studying the tapestry when Harry and Hermione walked up. They seemed confused which I expected as they had not been told about the room yet.

"Uh Luna there are no class rooms on this corridor. It ends at the windows there." Harry pointed out.

I held up my finger to shush him then did the ritual of walking three times back and forth. A door appeared in the blank wall causing the two of them to gasp in surprise.

"There is more to this castle than is dreamt of by even Horatio." I paraphrased causing Hermione to give me a contemptuous glare. She has always been rather pedantic about messing up the bard's lines. Well you are. See even harry agrees with me.

I opened the door to find an empty ritual chamber with three mats on the floor in a triangle. Leading them into the room I answered Hermione's biggest question before she could start rapid firing them.

"It is a magic room that is hidden from view until you call for it. It can approximate almost any environment or materials you need for almost any task. It can also bring forth the largest junk cupboard in the world, which we will have to go through eventually. First though the ritual."

"We won't have to get naked or do anything weird will we?" Harry asked nervously. The agitation evident in his voice.

"No. The orgy can wait until we are older." I tried to joke but the two of them looked at me suspiciously on Hermione's part while Harry was slightly amused.

"Yes it can. Now shall we?" Hermione declared just a little bit pushy. She has really mellowed over the years together. But then it is easier to have self reflection when you can literally see yourself through someone else's eyes.

I had them sit cross legged on the mats facing each other. Reaching out they took each other's hands as I directed. I sat on the third mat between them and began to do the chant for the soul-bond. I felt the energy building up and our auras swirled into existence between us. I had my eyes closed as I had memorized this chant so much I could perform it in my sleep if I had to.

It is a shame I did not have my eyes open as the swirling shifting tornado of our auras joining and blending was beautiful. I have seen it from Hermione and Harry's perspective though. Unfortunately they did not realize what it meant when my aura joined theirs in the dance between us. I felt the energy building and becoming hotter and this music began to overwhelm me until there was an explosion of white hot energy that should have killed us, Harry thinks it did kill us briefly.

For a split second we ceased to exist, then we existed so much more, so much more intensely we existed that reality seemed a pale ghost. A fourth aura had existed for a moment as the Horcrux was forcibly ejected from Harry by the strength of our joining but it was overwhelmed and burned out of existence in the space between heartbeats.

I could feel my heart beating but I could feel theirs. I saw everything in their lives. I knew about Harry's beatings, his starvation and deprivation. Being locked in the cupboard under the stairs. He held no secrets, but they knew all of mine. The pain of watching my mother die. The horror of watching them die.

We felt Hermione's extreme loneliness. How she had no peers her own age outside of Hogwarts, how she felt so awkward and freakish among her muggle family. How she hated keeping her world secret from them. How much she loved and wanted to keep her parents safe because they were her world.

What was more uncomfortable to discover was the secrets, the sexual dreams and thoughts each of them had been developing. Harry as a male had very simple visions and fantasies but Hermione as a romantic at heart had complex and elaborate fantasies. Usually involving unicorns and beds in the forest. I was somewhere in between. I did not mind romance and being pursued but a good quick shag when the needs built up was good too.

Eventually the three of us fell back onto the mats staring up at the ceiling briefly before the lights went out.

We woke up about the same time. I heard in my mind Harry's confused attempt to assess what happened. It was drowned out in a moment by Hermione's much louder mental anger at the Dursley's.

[Hermione. Calm down. I'm fine and we don't need to go do that to them.] Harry thought at her.

{I am still going to find a way to make them pay for what they did to you. They deserve it. And I cannot believe that Dumbledore keeps making you go back! That's horrific!}

(Uh. Guys I can hear your thoughts?) I asked in confusion struggling to a sitting position.

[Was this supposed to happen?] Harry asked as he helped Hermione to her feet.

(Not quite. I think you can access my memories so think about it and you'll see what my plan was.) I confessed. We were going to have to swiftly adapt to this, at least I was going to be with them.

Hermione was the first to grasp the enormity of what I did. I expected her to be angry but she moved swiftly to me and hugged me so tightly.

{I love you too Luna.} She said crying.

[Me too.] Harry said joining us in the hug. I was confused but happy. Then I felt their appreciation that I cared so much about them to do this. That I would break space and time itself to save them. No one had ever cared that much about them before. Meanwhile I was still reeling from being drawn into the soul bond.

We finally drew apart after several long moments, the two of them sheepishly looking at each other without looking.

Hermione the ever pragmatic one thought at us, {We are going to have to get used to the idea that we have no secrets from each other. I understand how the soul-bond formed and why you're part of it Luna. You loved us both, you cared about us. So don't feel bad. I'm not upset as you know.}

(True but neither of you knew me. The ritual says it has to be performed by people who know and trust each other absolutely, with no hesitation or reservation.) I honestly was confused by that.

[Maybe magic had a different idea or knows something we don't. I'm not going to argue about it.] Harry was amused I could tell.

{Yeah well tell me in about five days if you still like this.} Hermione huffed mentally as she was referring to her period.

(Fortunately my periods are very light and trouble free.) I pointed out.

[Okay. Look your memories say there is a way to put at least some shields between us so we're not tripping over each others thoughts all of the time. Can we work on those before dinnertime?] Harry asked ignoring the period thoughts. I knew he was a better man than many others even more at that point. I dated a man once that accidentally touched a unused wrapped tampon and acted like he had reached into a bucket of slime hags. Harry has not only bought them for us before but acted like it was no worse than buying a loaf of bread.

I agreed with him as did Hermione so we spent the next several hours working on building our isolation walls in our minds. Practicing them until it was second nature would take a few more days but we at least managed to be able to focus on being ourselves enough that we would not stumble around as one mind across three bodies.

Thinking about it this does explain twins like Fred and George. Perhaps we should have tried to study them before they died as they certainly acted like one mind with two bodies. Yes I know Harry I should avoid telling things out of order as that might confuse people but it was a thought that I had and you know how important it is to get them down before they escape.

As I was saying it would be several days for us to get ourselves completely under control but until then there were some mistakes and odd conversations as we would jump back and forth mentally. Harry and Hermione had the hardest time at the Gryffindor table forgetting to talk out loud. Passing foods and plates to each other without verbal cues making everyone else confused and suspicious.

Also Harry and his amazing penis. Being soul-bonded with a hormonal male who gets an average of two dozen erections an hour at least was somewhat maddening to Hermione especially, I just adjusted and went on with things. Harry said getting used to breasts was something he had to try and ignore or adapt to as well. Especially since Hermione and I were different sizes we bounced differently. I will not tell you about some of the fun experiments we did try though, although I will say that we did not go all the way until much later.

And for those of you reading this who might be upset I was getting sexually involved with them at such a young age pish and posh. I was thirteen for all practical purposes. Harry was fourteen and Hermione was fifteen. We were all hormonal teens who got handed a new toy of course we were going to play around, we were not saints.

Review Responses

sparky40sw: His Haunted mind is going to be a bit more of a dark one. Sadly it was an idea that came in the dark of night and snuck in to stay.

Dennisud: Thats just the way my mind works. Sometimes I have a nova level of mental energy and sometimes I'm trying to think through sludge. I'll do my best to keep going.

OfficerDonNZ: Yeah just a bit. Luna is the rock and anchor for him. Which that shows how far thigns have gone with him, when LUNA is the mentally stable one. This is not going to be a pretty story but it is going to be an interesting one. I hope.