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Mia: Thank you for your review! As for Erik... He will only show up in later chapters. In fact, I was thinking of including him in, mostly, in the third part of this Trilogy, but I assure you one thing - I love that character, and he simply has to end up with Hermione/Christine, in my point of view.

Chapter 2 – Agnes and the Soul Healers

December 20th 1977, Hogwarts, Sunday, House of Slytherin, Girl's dormitories

Christine

I stayed behind for Christmas break. It's just me, two Ravenclaws, one Hufflepuff, Albus and the teachers – even Severus had left to spend Christmas with his mother, Eileen Prince, and then he would attend part of Christmas day with the Malfoys. In one month we had both become more attached to each other. I taught him what he didn't know about Potions and Defence, for his own good. After all, I can't change the fact that sooner or later he would become a Death Eater – when, I didn't know, the old Severus never told me either. Nevertheless he has not been thinking so much about joining the Death Eater ranks. It saddens me though, he did know I thought it foolish. His life would no longer be in his control. There was no way back. But Severus has this enormous need for respect. And I suspect he wants someone else for him. Apart from me I noticed he had only interaction, concerning girls, with Evans and the Black sisters. Humm… that stinks. Unfortunately there is nothing I can really do.

Anyway, I managed, in a month, to keep Severus away from the Marauders' most humiliating pranks. So, around February, we'll show them…

I miss Erik so much… our music, our conversations…

As for my mother's… stuff. I had so much work this last month, only now I managed to see to it.

She left me a pack of letters and a diary in the trunk – it's bigger than it looks from the outside (an enlargement spell). There was an Invisibility cloak and her old wand, among other packages I'll open later. It's funny, because it reacts so much better than my actual wand. I'm going to show it to Albus – perhaps he could show it to Mr. Ollivander, I believe he is quite trustworthy. The feel I have when holding it is more powerful than what I've ever felt with my other wands.

The first letter was a curious one. I read it before the diary – it had a sort of lock. Anyway… She had not signed has Dumbledore or Granger.

My dear daughter,

I hope you are doing well and in one piece. When you read this letter you will be no doubt a less innocent and fragile woman and a very powerful – if that is what you choose to believe – witch.

You certainly doubt now the identity of your mother. Who was I? Where did I come from? The diary speaks of my life and you will be able to read it now – your medallion holds a picture inside which I think will change in your eyes and is not always visible and the way it opens… you will see it will work as a kee to open the diary. The letters will unfold themselves when the time has come.

Remember, while you live in a different time frame, no matter what you do or say, things will still happen one way or the other, or they may turn out completely different. Both of ways, the consequences are disastrous and you must not risk your position.

Your loving mother

Agnes

And then I noticed.

The diary looked just like the one in my dream.

Once I saw it, I suddenly felt the urge to run. Should I go to Albus? My dreams, after all, always were very … vivid! Last time I checked, a diary just like that helped me travel to the past. Future, I mean. I sigh, I almost wished I'd go back, so my Angel of Music wouldn't had become alone. I rise and leave the dungeons.

As I walk through the grounds, I notice Albus near the Forbidden Forest, walking around. I quickly reach him. He doesn't sound surprised when I tell him about my mother's diary and my dream.

As we walk, I tell him about Severus and some bits of conversation in the Common Room. Apparently some students would join Voldietart's ranks soon. I worried about Severus – what if he joined in Christmas break? There would be gatherings among high classes. I had not been invited, of course. After all, I was no pure or half-blood. I was as an adopted child, in the Slytherin's view.

Once again I try to convince him to tell me about Erik. That old coot is truly starting to annoy me, so I decide to transform him into Bill right on the spot, one of his very least known (and less favourite…) animagus forms, and as he glares at me before morphing back, I can't help but chuckle. He looks so cute… I turn around and run into the Forbidden Forest, it's beginning to go dark.

After I returned I would read it. And so I did.

A narrator's view on Agnes' Diary

Her name was Agnes. Her age was not known and did not matter. She would very much look like a carbon copy of a Hermione Granger, and lived in the Crystal City, in a distant future, a long long time after the great deluges and the rising of waters. She was a descendant of the renegades, which were considered an amount of "freaks", discovered after certain minor communities could no long hide from the majority. For some reason, as the leftover of mankind grew stupider and again primal, as if degenerating, since albinism, witchcraft, telepathy, unusual marks, among many others, they were rejected by the people of the mountains, who considered themselves ancestral (whatever that meant) and rightful owners of all land under the sky, since it had been promised to them, after a long wandering and many punishments and sacrifices, but in reality had only foolishly forgotten their ancestors and committed many of their errors.

The renegades, as the mountain people called them, were expelled from the mountains and inevitably seeked refuge in the never-ending forests, where they established and multiplied themselves, constructing a matriarchal society in many things resembling the old true sorceresses. And so were born the Spell Binders.

Among the Spell Binders, there were young women with a great competence for the Crystals and Agnes, being the most gifted of all, was a great Soul Healer. Each Soul Healer possesses the ability of, using their vital force, which could be stored in their crystal, heal any maladies of soul or mind. Albeit in maximum level, they could control elements and even challenge death, they would see their power limited due to an extreme use of ones vital force. If such power was abused, they would perish.

Even though pacific, the Spell Binders knew the arts of war, for after all they did not live in peace with the mountain people, and among them, war was a demonstration of art and skill. Deaths between Soul Healers villages would occur but it was rare.

When her learning in Crystal City ended, Agnes, unlike most of her young colleagues, physically separated herself from her people, turning towards the Autumn Forest to perfect herself in a "greater contact with the elements and to meditate, generally speaking, in her own little business", as she then said. Many thought they would not see her again.