"I won't ask again," he hissed threateningly, and spoke in parseltongue again, and the giant snake, Nagini, slithered forward, hungrily eyeing the man Lord Voldemort was interrogating.

"I said already, it's just a myth! Unifying the Ladybug and Cat miraculous can have grave consequences!"

"Where are they?" He growled. "WHERE IS THE MIRACLE BOX!?"

"I'm not telling you!"

"Crucio!"

A flash of green light; a scream.

"Where is the Miracle Box?" he roared.

The man stayed silent, only stared into those cold, scarlet pupils, with a passionate loathing, an empowering fury. Finally, he murmured weakly:

"I don't… have it… anymore. A young boy created a sentimonster and… ran away with the… miracle…box! I'm not even one of the guardians! I'm just a trainee! Fu or Master Su-Han will know."

"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort yelled.

Harry Potter awoke with a start, his scar throbbing. He leapt up and shook Ron awake. "He has one! Quick! We need to transform! I know where he is!"

Ron groggily opened his eyes. "Whagoinon?"

A few minutes later, him, Hermione and Ron were creeping into Hogsmeade, where they would make an escape.

"I'm going to use my Yo-Yo to go to the top of that building in the distance. Ron, you can make one of your webs to get across. Hermione, you can fly. GO! We need to get to Master Fu, Tikki told me about him."

The three all travelled through the sky.

"The Ladybug Miraculous is the Miraculous of light, and creation. The Cat Miraculous is the Miraculous of darkness, and desctruction. The two of them, like Yin and Yang, are opposing forces, yet used together and mastered, can be catastrophic in the wrong hands. We can only guess that Voldemort has the cat." Hermione explained. "I've been doing research in the library." She added hastily, addressing Harry and Ron's bewildered expressions.

The three of them landed on a muggle street and found an old man in a small shop. Harry already knew the way to Master Fu's place, because he has a second vision about it.

"Hello." Harry said.

"Ah, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley. A pleasure. I take, by now, you have figured out that it is I who gave you your miraculouses?" Master Fu smiled.

"Yes." Harry nodded.

"Very good. I am Master Fu, one of the last known guardians of the order of the guardians."

"Master Fu, Voldemort is coming for you." Harry said quietly.

He smiled, as though this was something as casual as discussing the weather. "Ah. I knew the day would come sometime. Ah. Well, I need to entrust you with the Miracle Box, or box of all of the Miraculouses. I need to because if I am found out, Voldemort will have many powers and kwamis at his disposal, and he will be undefeatable."

Hermione clapped a hand a hand to her mouth in shock.

"What?" Ron and Harry questioned.

"If a guardian of the miraculous gives the guardian powers to somebody else, THEY WILL LOSE THEIR MEMORY!" she wailed.

Master Fu nodded gravely. "A price I must pay to protect the powers."

"NO!" Harry yelled. "You can't. We don't know anything. You can't just leave us in the Dark."

"Harry, you must not give the Miracle Box away, no matter what happens. No matter who threatens you with what."

"Master Fu, please can I speak to you? Alone?" Hermione inquired. Master Fu nodded, and Harry and Ron, slightly suspicious, left the room.

"Master, you want Harry to be the guardian, right?" Hermione said nervously.

"Yes. I do."

"Well, um, as you know, Harry has been through a lot and all, and, well, if he has responsibilities for a Miracle Box, he'll have a lot on hid hands, as well as his studies and defeating Voldemort and everything, since he's after Harry. What I'm saying… is, well, I'm not saying it because I want to or anything, forgive me, I don't want it for myself, it's just… I could be a guardian instead of him. He's my friend, and if Voldemort comes knocking on his door, and has Harry disarmed and unprotected, all Harry can do is transfer his guardianship to one of us. He'll… he'll lose his memory" Hermione whispered gravely.

"And you losing your memory will be any better than him doing the same?" Master Fu smiled. "A very noble and selfless offer, though, Hermione Granger. You are a true Gryffindor. And I have full faith in you, just as much as young Harry and Ronald. But it has to be Harry, because he is the Chosen One."

Hermione bit her lip and nodded. "Thank you, Master Fu. And… even though I don't know what's best, I would urge you to consider whether you really are okay with losing your memory."

Master Fu smiled kindly. "I know what I have to do. I will not for now, but as soon as Voldemort finds me, I will have no choice but to transfer my guardianship to Harry. If he fails, tell him to give it to you, and if you, then choose Ronald. If he fails, make sure he has someone else in mind."

"Yes. I will. Thank you, Master." Hermione said, and walked out of the room, much more reassured.

When Ron and Harry returned, Harry asked "how are we supposed to defeat Voldemort? I mean, we're just kids, and we're still learning our magic. He's a grown wizard with unmatchable skill!"

Master Fu smiled. "Muggles and muggle-borns often associate strength with physical strength. Magic ones associate strength with magical strength. But the wisest among us never forget mental strength. Goodbye, Harry, Hermione and Ronald. I hope we meet again soon." He smiled, and they all left, slightly confused.

"Harry, you're very mentally strong. And physically strong?" Hermione asked.

"Sort of. I mean, Dudley always punched me up and I've had to do a lot of housework but you are probably physically stronger than me. Magically strong, I'm okay."

"Okay!?" Ron scoffed. "You're amazing. I'm not mentally strong at all. Not physically either. I'm okay, magically. Hermione is quite mentally strong, mainly physically and decently magically."

"Miraculouses are supposed to aid physical strength." Hermione said. "And by the way, I don't like to brag, but I'm quite physically strong." She grinned. "In my muggle primary school, I did a whole load of sports: Netball, swimming, cricket, football, rounders. I made my school's netball team."

Ron frowned. "What is a net brawl?"

"Never mind." Hermione sniggered.

"Hang on! What's Voldemort? Sure, he's VERY magically strong, but what about physical and mental?" Harry gasped.

"He's going to be physically weak." Hermione said curtly.

"Why?" Ron glared.

"Because, well, it's obvious, isn't it? Voldemort would always be doing things by magic: dissaparating instead of walking, summon instead of getting whatever he needs to get himself, you know? Also, he has a whole Death Eater army to do stuff for him. He'll be physically really weak. That's how we get him." Hermione said

"Well, that leaves mentally. What is mental strength?" Harry whispered.

None of them could answer. Before they entered Hogsmeade, where they would then go to Hogwarts, they de-transformed.

They were finally back at Hogwarts. They realised that Snape was standing over them.

"Potter, Weasley, Granger." he hissed, his mouth curling into a sly smile. "Where have you been?"

Hermione and Ron were staying silent, so to his reluctance, Harry had to be the one to come up with a decent excuse in 0.5 seconds.

"Yes, we were… so… we… because… Because…." Harry stammered.

"Because?"

"Tell him the truth, Harry." Hermione whispered into his ear.

This sentence did not go missed by Snape. "The truth?" he murmured agitatedly.

"Harry had a vision, sir, and, well, a friend of his was in danger. Vol— you know who was after him, and, well, Harry just went to warn him. We're very sorry, professor, but, Harry has these visions and dreams, and whatever is happening happens in real life."

Snape's eyes widened. "Follow me." he said breathlessly, and they all walked to Dumbledore's office.

He left them to speak with Dumbledore.

"I believe you have seen Master Fu?" Dumbledore smiled.

"Yes. How did you know?" Hermione asked.

Dumbledore smiled. "I know him. But what puzzles me the most is how your dreams and visions are usually real."

They all stayed in silent for a few moments, then Dumbledore said: "Well, never mind that now. Master Fu may soon make you the guardian, is that right, Harry?"

Harry nodded stiffly. "Do you… do you have one? A miraculous, I mean?"

"Yes. I do." Dumbledore smiled, and took out of his pocket a golden feather: a phoenix feather quill. "My job is to teach you magic. His is to teach you the art of the Miraculous. I know little about the Miraculous, and Master Fu has only given me the Pheonix Miraculous to defend myself against Voldemort- for I am his worst enemy."

Professor McGonagall entered. "Professor Dumbled—" she started, but then saw Harry, Ron and Hermione and stopped abruptly.

"What is it, Minerva?"

"The… the Frost," she murmured, her expression grave and serious.

"You are dismissed." Dumbledore turned to the three. They left silently, pondering what this 'The Frost' was.

"What on earth was she talking about?" Ron grimaced.

"I don't know, but whatever it is, it's very serious and bad." Harry murmured.

Suddenly, Harry's scar seared, and a throbbing pain electrocuted his head. And a vision- as crystal clear as reality, flashed in his mind.

The door in front of him: A small, wooden, tattered door of the small shack. Harry raised his wand, and touched the tip of it to the lock, and it yielded. He stepped through the threshold with a lingering confidence in his step.

"Homenum revelio!" Harry roars, and he can see in his mind the pearlescent white outline of a short man with grey hair.

"Cookie, Wayzz?" the voice says. Harry stepped inside, and Master Fu watches in horror as Harry's mouth curls into a sly smile.

"Where is the Miracle Box?"

Reality flooded back into his mind as he saw Ron and Hermione standing over him, their voices muffled.

"Oh, Harry, you're awake! What happened?"

"I saw inside his mind. I was HIM! Voldemort! He's found Master Fu, we need to save him!"