A/N- Okay I have it, since the last two chapters I've been trying to get this to happen, but here it is. I'm in a rush because I'm leaving my cousin's house Friday so the nightly uploads are going to have to stop, sorry.

Disclaimer: Envoys were thought up by Drummergirl and I take no credit of their creation. kai's belong to Akira Toriyama

Chapter 23- The Secrets of Annastasia Weasley

It was about an hour later when Harry left the common room with Fleur, Ron Hermione and Ginny. He still hadn't gotten his magical energy back it and it was starting to worry him.

"Come on Harry, just have some fun tonight." Ron whispered as they walked. They were to the back of the crowd because the girls were up front giggling like girls do.

Fleur pushed the doors to the Great Hall open and all five of them glared at the amazing decorations. It was unlike any other Christmas Harry had seen at Hogwarts, they had the tables gone, except one large one at the head of the room. The whole Great Hall had lost it's enchanted ceiling and sparkling lights of red, blue, green, purple, orange and white littered the floor with color. Everybody else who was going to be there had already showed up, Arabella Figg, Alastor Moody, Annastasia Weasley, Sirius Black, all of the Hogwarts professors, and a couple of people Harry didn't recognize. Harry turned to Ron, his face perturbed by three people walking toward them,

"That's the Three Sara's, they're Envoys?" Harry groaned inwardly, he hated when he had to expose his ignorance of the wizarding world, especially since he'd been there for five years already.

"What are the 'three Sara's' and what are Envoys?" Ron looked at Harry as if he were crazy for a second,

"I sometimes forget you don't know alot about our world, They're called the 'Three Sara's' because they are always together, Sara Arlist, Sara Greggors, and Sara Tangen."

"Oh."

"And Envoys are wizards dedicated to help muggles. They usually hang around hospitals and fires and stuff, They help muggles out of trouble. All in secret of course, they just think it's a miracle. You remember that time when the big clock in London burned down, what's it called, Big Ben." Ron continued. Harry hadn't heard of Big Ben burning down,

"No."

"Exactly, it burned down and the 'Three Sara's' saved it and reversed everyone's memories. They each got special congratulations from the minister, not that that's worth much." Ron added sourly. He had a certain dislike for Fudge after last year.

Harry walked over to the 'Three Sara's', stopping in front of them.

"Hello, it's pleasure to meet you, your a Weasley right?" The Sara with Blonde hair asked looking at Ron. He went a little red and replied,

"Yeah, Ronald, and this is my friend Harry, Harry Potter." The three females did an inevitable double take on Harry, mainly looking at his scar. Harry blushed a little bit, but not because of the scar. He held his hand out to shake with the three, but the Sara with Blonde hair started talking again,

"Oh hun, we don't shake hands where come from, we hug." She said and pulled Harry into a big bear like hug. She released him and started talking again,

"I'm Sara Arlist, this is Sara Greggors," A kind of pale woman with red hair gave Harry a small hug, "And this is Sara Tangen." A black woman with long black hair gave Harry a hug, making him blush again, she was very attractive.

"Excuse me Sara, Sara, and Sara, I have to borrow Harry for one moment." Fleur's voice popped up on the side of him, it was a little quick, and a little mean.

"Harry, Dumbledore needs to see you right away, in the room over there." Fleur said pulling Harry away from Ron and the Envoys. She pointed to the room they had went into after their names were called from the Goblet of Fire.

Harry walked over to the room, giving small hellos' to people he knew along the way. Slowly he eased the door open, it creaked slightly. Harry entered the room, the only light in it was the fireplace. Annastasia and Dumbledore were standing in the room, talking,

"Ah Harry, hello." Dumbledore said. harry said 'hi' to both of them.

"Okay Harry, I have something to tell you, Annastasia here is going to help you."

"With what Headmaster?"

"With your magical energy of course. I'm not sure if she'd mentioned it to you yet, but Annastasia is a Kai. Kai's are wizard's with the ability to replenish one's magical energy through themselves, one another, or with the owners."

Harry looked at Dumbledore blankly, completely not understanding a word of what he was saying.

'I swear sometimes I think he doesn't even use real words.' harry thought inwardly.

"Okay Harry, how about I explain it," Annastasia said, "I can give you your magical energy back, so I can either transfer one person magical energy to you, which is the most effective, give you some of my magical energy, which is the second most effective, or I could use your own magical energy that just isn't concentrated yet."

"Oh, that explains it, but which one are you going to do?" Harry asked, he didn't know whether or not he would accept Anya giving him her energy.

"Well Professor Dumbledo- I mean Albus," She said after a weird look given to her by Dumbledore, "said that I couldn't possibly give you near as much magical energy as you would need, it's just the fact that your too strong."

Harry wasn't sure he'd heard her right, did a fully grown adult Auror just say he was stronger than her?

"Yes Harry, I know it seems like a difficult concept to grasp, but you are indeed stronger than most of the wizarding community. That is why I am the one whose magical energy Annastasia is going to transfer into yours. Not to sound conceited but I feel I am the only one who could give you enough energy without being drained myself. " Dumbledore said.

"Oh, thank you Professor." Harry said, Dumbledore nodded and began giving instructions,

"Harry, please stand on Annastasia's other side, with your arms at your sides." Harry obliged and Dumbledore did the same. Anya stood in the middle and chanted a long phrase of Latin words so fast Harry couldn't make them out, but he was starting to feel better, no, not better, stronger. Slowly his magical energy was coming back to him and he could feel his veins pulsating. Harry grew stronger and stronger, until he felt h couldn't take anymore energy.

'More' a voice in his head said, and Harry felt the need to oblige. More and more power came surging through his veins. it was great, the greatest feeling he'd ever felt, it was terrific, joyful, powerful, it was . . gone.

"What happened?" Harry in a deep hissing voice. Not Parseltongue, just quick paced.

"I'm sorry Harry, I guess I underestimated you, maybe I don't have all the energy I thought I had." Dumbledore said with a small laugh, "I needed to stop because if I were to let go of anymore I might not be able to heal myself."

"Oh." Harry said in his normal voice. He couldn't really get around that voice, what was it, and why was it?

"Okay Harry, now though I have to ask you to go enjoy the party with Annastasia.. If you have anything you need to speak with me about I will be out shortly. Dumbledore said, and he and Anya left the room. Right before he closed the door though Harry saw him grabbed a small dagger off the mantel behind the desk in the room.

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The party had died down a little, it was after midnight. Harry had met so many people, Unspeakables, Heads of Departments, he even had seen Percy, who had now been graduated to the Head of International magical Cooperation. (mostly because he was actually enthused to be in that department.) Harry and Fleur were sitting alone in the corner of the room, Ron and Ginny had taken up on the dance floor, shooing most of the adult dancers away with they're outrageous, and extremely coordinated dancing. (Like Fred and Angelina, apparently Mrs. Weasley made dancing lessons mandatory in her house.) Ron had just finished an elaborate move where he wrapped Ginny around his stomach like a sweater and spun her all around his body. Harry remembered it from some old 'swing' movies Dudley had a small infatuation with in grammar school, but soon died down when he realized he was too fat to do any of the moves.

"So Fleur, still hate this Hogwarts food?" Harry laughed, he distinctly remembered last Yule Ball when Fleur had been complaining.

"It's taste you have to grow to like I guess, but if I keep eating it I might get as big as Ms. Bullstrode." She said. They both shared a laugh as Hermione came over to their quaint little corner.

"Hello Hermione, where's Ginny and Ron?" Harry asked. Hermione shrugged,

"Anya said she needed to talk with them in private, probably some family stuff. Oh and Fleur, Jeffery Peterson said that you promised him a dance." She added. Fleur blushed and looked over at Harry in a sort of questioning way,

"Go on, I'll sit over here in my quaint little corner . . alone . . with nobody to dance with." He said in mock sadness holding his head down.

"Oh go on Fleur, I'll keep Potter under check." Hermione said. Fleur got up and Hermione sat down.

"So Harry, it's been a while since we've talked."

"No it hasn't Hermione."

"I mean talked talked, you know what I mean." It wasn't a question. Harry turned to face her. In fact he had spent a great deal of this year unconscious, or worried about other stuff. Snape, and Malfoy didn't seem to bother him, or even everyday school seemed to be all defense oriented, yet they all were so . . mundane.

"I know Hermione, so I guess your glad you and Ron finally got together."

"What? me and Ron aren't together!"

"Alright." Harry said rolling his eyes, they were more of a couple than Lavender and Seamus. Hermione made a 'tsk' sound,

"Well I guess you and Fleur are together, despite you being a total prat about your feelings in the first place." She said. Harry was sort of annoyed, she was one to talk about not realizing feelings. He just smiled though,

"I know, but I'm glad I got her back. I don't exactly know what I could've done if I had lost her forever."

"So I guess that's what you guys do at night when you sleep in her room." Harry went red,

"Honestly Hermione the most we ever do, or have done is kiss!" He exclaimed, but she giggled a little,

"I know, just teasing, I guess it's great you love somebody." Harry was taken aback.

"Hold up, who ever said love?"

"You do love her right?"

"I . . I . . let's dance, I like this song." he replied, ignoring Hermione's question. He held out his hand and lead her to the dance floor, where a current slow song was playing. Harry had never lead in a dance before, last time h danced Parvati lead, but he found his way, as he and Hermione swayed neck and neck together on the dance floor. She started whispering,

"Why are you avoiding the question?"

"What question?" Their lips barely moving, and their words inaudible to anyone six inches away. They continued to sway back and forth,

"Do you love her?"

"Who is Jeffery Peterson?" Harry asked suddenly, spying Fleur across the room dancing with some guy.

"He's an Unspeakable, but your avoiding my question Harry, why?"

"Because I don't know Hermione. I care about her but love is a strong word."

"Well Harry, I think you should make up your mind soon, because she doesn't deserve to be lead on Harry." Hermione said in a paternal voice. Harry shook his head subconsciously,

"I'm not leading anyone on Hermione, I care about Fleur as much as I care about you and Ron, and the Weasleys." Harry replied, his eyes still on Fleur, moving back and forth, not even blinking.

"I know Harry, and I think it was nice of you to dance with Ginny."

"Yeah, it was nothing, I like her."

"You didn't before?"

"Well I never knew her did I, I mean she'd blush and run out of the room in five minutes if I ever had a direct conversation with her." Hermione started to open her mouth but Harry continued, "And don't even say it Hermione, hey where are Ron and Ginny going?" He asked suddenly, Ron and Ginny were storming out of the Great Hall. Annastasia was in the room they had just came from.

"I don't know. I'm tired Harry, walk me up to the common room?" She asked in a overexaggerated pleading voice, "Please." Harry nodded and told her he needed to say goodnight to Fleur.

Harry walked over and found Fleur, sitting at a table talking with Jeffery,

"Hey Fleur, " He started, she looked, "Me and Hermione are going to the tower, I'll see you tomorrow." he said and kissed her on the cheek. turning around he and Hermione left the Great Hall

Harry and Hermione stepped through the portrait hole, only to find Ginny and Ron fuming about something.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked. Ron just huffed and Ginny started talking,

"You know our aunt Annastasia, well we just found out she's really our sister."

"Oh, so she told you?" harry asked, Ron's eyes glared up,

"you knew? You knew and you didn't tell me?" he asked quickly, Harry hadn't expected this reaction.

"Well yeah, but she told me not to tell you."

"I thought we were friends Harry!" he said. Harry could see the anger in his eyes, but a little lower, he could see something nobody else could see. other than his family Hermione was the only other person who could read Ron better than Harry, but Harry could still read his best friend. he saw the hurt in his eyes, but then again, Ron's pride would never let him show it.

"You knew too Hermione?" Ginny asked in a soft, nearly scared voice. Hermione nodded slowly.

"How could you?" Ginny cried and ran upstairs. Ron looked at the two and started storming away,

"But Ron, I thought we were friends!" Hermione called after him. He stopped and turned around,

"that's right, we were friends." He emphasized the 'were'. Harry sat down on the sofa, not feeling up to going into the dormitory. Hermione wished Harry a goodnight and went upstairs, but Harry didn't know how good his night was going to get when his best friend hated him, and he didn't know whether or not he loved Fleur. He still wished he had a pensieve.

A/N- I know this chapter seems a little H/H and the last one seems H/G, but assure yourselves, it is H/F. I just did those little relationship things to show the maturity of Harry and Hermione's relationship, and the level of comfortability they're at. I wont be able to post nightly or type as much anymore, but I will try hard, I promise.