"Will?"

William looked around for the voice. No ghosts.No nurse.No teachers.What the heck was talking to him?!

"Will! For crying out loud! Look at the card!"

William just looked around. 'Look at the card'? What card?

Suddenly, it hit him. He scrambled around to look for his Famous Witches and Wizards Card, which (thankfully) was still in his hand.

The image of Harry Potter gave a sigh of relief. "Thanks for finally looking," he said, apparently sarcastically.

William just gave the card a strange look. Even wizard pictures don't talk! Why was this one talking?

And, just because he couldn't hide his curiosity any longer, William asked those exact words.

The card began to explain:

"You see, I really didn't have any time to cast any spell, so I just had to hope a Charm I had used worked. I knew Drako would come back, mostly because I've been fighting him off all summer at work, and because of the death threats I've been getting at the office. Being as Hogwarts is the only place I've felt any type of security, I came here for help and guidance from Dumbledor (may he last forever!) and eventually got a job as the Defense against the Dark Arts Teacher when the original one got sick and ran off, saying he'd had enough of his job. When I walked in the classroom, I felt a strange tingling sensation in my scar when I went past you, and I had only gotten that feeling one other time; When the Lord Voldemort was near or had a very strong emotional feeling. That can mean one of two things; One, you're just as strong as Voldemort, or two, you could be his son, which is very unlikely. Taking advise from Dumbledor, I place a Soul-Swap Charm on this very card, linking it with mine. I then gave it to the most deserving child I found, and, luckily, I didn't have to look far. You were bright, curious, and not afraid to ask questions or step out of line, just like me at your age. Therefore, this card comes to you."

"But with a Soul-Swap Charm, doesn't the bodies stay behind?" William asked.

"Normally, yes, they do," the card replied, "but that isn't the case this time. This time, Dumbledor helped me put a Displacement Charm on my body with another Charm that would keep it dormant until it was needed. When Drako hit me with that spell, it almost vaporized my body. That's when the Charm went off. The Displacement Charm went into effect and the Soul- Swap Charm caused my soul to be replaced to a safe location while my body healed in a magical 'Sub-Room' Dumbledor and I had created previously. However, as my body is no longer in this plane, it is very possible I could be easily destroyed."

"How?"

"If the card rips, or burns, or tears, or bends too much, or even gets stepped on too many times, this card will no longer be strong enough to hold my soul and I'm gone forever, meaning Drako, the leader of the Voldemort Disciples, would have won. That's why I gave the card to you; I believe you are strong and careful enough to protect me while my body heals."

William just took a minute to let everything sink in. He was now a guardian. Guardian of the Card. 'Nah, sounds too wussy,' William thought to himself. Guardian of the Paper Rip-off. 'Nope. Not that either.' Guardian of the Cardboard-Thingy. 'Oh, for crying out loud! You can do better!'

You know, while I'm at this, can I ask you something?

'Shoot.'

Can I just call you Will? William takes a while to type.

'Fine.'

How about The Soul Guardian?

"That's cool."