Harry approached the mysterious girl slowly, his hands were shaky and he felt butterflies in his stomach. However, before he could reach her, a man came between them.

"Greetings Mr. Potter. My name is Xenophilius, Lord of the Noble House of Lovegood. It truly is an honor to meet you. My daughter has told me of your intertwining fates. And also how it is not quite time for you to meet. However, she has said that you may correspond through owl for the time being."

"Thank you Lord Lovegood for passing on that message. I will very much enjoy writing to your daughter until we truly meet." Harry turned away slowly and returned to Remus. But not before looking back towards where the girl, now known as Heiress Lovegood, once sat, both of the Lovegoods had left the parlor already, nowhere to be seen.

There was one more week until school.

Summer work was done.

He was all packed.

He had hit a stopping point in his animagus training.

He had read the year's books front to back multiple times.

In short, he was BORED.

Harry debated going for a swim when his linked journal started to glow. The journal was a gift from Neville last Christmas. They each had an identical copy and what was written in one, showed up in the other.

Hey Harry.

Hello Nev

I know this is short notice, but would you like to come over today for lunch? It can be a late birthday party for both of us. I know you don't really like parties.

Sure! I'll floo over soon.

The Longbottom Estate had beautiful gardens. It seems that the family had an affinity for Earth magicks.

A house-elf appeared as Harry walked down the cobblestone path. "I's Mopsy. Follow me to Master Neville."

"Thank you, Mopsy."

Neville was in a greenhouse on the side of the Estate. His round face had specks of dirt but he seemed happy.

"There you go, it's not too bad in your new pot now is it?" the plant he had just potted seemed to preen under the attention from Longbottom.

"Nev, talking to the plants again?"

Neville jumped back slightly in surprise. "Harry! It's good to see you again. Have you gotten even taller?"

Shoot, he must have forgotten to fully apply his glamour this morning! "Well, you know how family magicks are."

"Yeah, I guess I do. How about we head inside and clean up and then have some lunch. Gran is out today so it's just us."

Harry was not quite sure how he felt about Augusta Longbottom. She followed Dumb-as-a-door like a little sheep and held quite a lot of power in the Wizengamot. She was also very well respected but was rather rude with her grandson, the Longbottom Heir.

As they ate, they shared stories about their lives before Hogwarts. Harry kept his short and vague. He could not just go around revealing his secret to everyone. However, what Neville had to say was, shocking, to say the least.

"You mean to tell me that your Great-Uncle DROPPED you out a window to make you use magic to save yourself?"

"Y-yeah. My magic is pretty weak. It's a miracle that I even got into Hogwarts." Harry used an old family spell and the connection between them as god-brothers to see Neville's magick.

"Nev.. we need to get you to Gringotts. Like now." He had never even heard of a magical core so tattered in his life.

"What- what's wrong Har?"

"The goblins can explain it better than I can."

"We need to see Zutuk and the Longbottom account manager. As soon as possible Master Goblin." Harry's eyes began to glow golden in his fear, stress and concern.

"Lord Potter. What is it you needed to discuss so urgently?" asked Zutuk once he arrived.

"It would be better to see for yourself. I'm sorry there's no time for pleasantries." The whole time Neville stood, scared and greatly confused. This was not the Harry he had known from school. Harry now seemed more mature, older, and serious.

"Heir Longbottom, I need seven drops of your blood on this parchment please." Once he did so, Zutuk's eyes widened. The Longbottom account manager, Miox, swore in Gobbledegook.

"It was quite a good catch on Lord Potter's behalf. We must get you to one of our healers quickly."

"Um… excuse me...but, what exactly is going on?"

"To put it simply Heir Longbottom, your magical core is trying to escape restraints put on it, meaning it is damaging itself in the process." Neville went paler than a ghost, a damaged magical core? He looked at Harry. He seemed concerned too.

"Do what you must to fix it, I can pay."

Harry spoke up, "Would me contributing some of my magic help the process? Because of our familial relationship?"

"Yes, it would Lord Potter. Let us prepare for the ritual." Zutuk and Harry left the room, and Miox grabbed Neville's hand.

"It will be alright Heir Longbottom. We know what we are doing. Your godbrother will help the process be faster and safer."

About ten minutes later, Neville was in a strange room. There were carvings of runes that formed a large circle around a raised stone platform. Neville had been cleaned in purified moon water and dressed in all white. Harry walked in soon after Neville, barefoot and wearing a simple robe in white as well. His hair was tied up in a bun and his wand was nowhere to be seen.

Miox would be leading the ritual. "Heir Longbottom, please lay down on the platform with your arms crossed over your chest. Lord Potter, kneel behind the platform, by his head, with your hands over his." As they did so, another goblin poured some silvery potion over the runes. A faint shimmer appeared over the godbrothers and Miox, forming a protective dome. Once everything was in position, Harry and Miox began to chant,

"Haec ego magicae mundare te (This magic I cleanse thee)

Peto, ut hac industria non figitur (I ask that this energy be fixed)

Peto, ut hac industria non figitur (fill him with healing light)

Haec ego magicae mundare te (This magic I cleanse thee)..."

Harry's hands were glowing a soft blue-purple light and green light came from Miox, covering Neville in an ethereal glow. Later on, he would say that it felt like digging his hands into warm soil and feeling the sun over his body.

The two of them continued to chant and the light got brighter and brighter until Neville had to close his eyes tightly to block it out.

Finally, they finished with, "benedictus domina magicae (blessed be lady magic)" The bright light exploded outward and fell along with the dome in a shower of green, blue, and grey sparkles. Harry helped Neville up off the platform and back into the room he changed in. His legs felt shaky and he was suddenly very tired, but he had never felt this free. Ever.

As the two of them left Gringotts, Harry spoke, "Neville. I think it's time to get you a new wand.

Harry brought Neville to Wymer's Wands. Juliet greeted them.

"Hello, again Mr. Potter. I see you have brought me another customer. Don't tell me your name until I make your wand, I don't like to have any type of bias beforehand."

Much like when Harry came for his wand, Juliet took Neville into the back room and had his cast out his magick to see what called out to him. After about fifteen minutes, they had returned. Juliet carried a small jar of white-silver hairs, a box, and a small felt bag. He wasn't sure what was in the bag. His magic had not called for one when he was here.

"This young man has a very nice wand. Chestnut wood for herbology affinities, unicorn hair for a core that is very faithful and least likely to block and an agate stone handle for relief from stress and anxiety. Thirteen inches by my measurements. It should be ready soon."

"Thank you again, Ms. Wymer. Your work always amazes me," said Harry as they prepared to leave with Neville holding his new wand. Closely inspecting it, rubbing his fingers over the grooves in the gemstone handle and the natural markings of the wood.

Harry saw what time it was and they went their separate ways home, saying their goodbyes until next week, with promises to sit together on the train.

Just to clarify, Xenophilius does not know that Harry is a Siren. Just that he and Luna have intertwining fates.

The next chapter is hopefully, Hogwarts!

I hope you enjoyed!