To the parents of Hermione Granger,
Pacific Academy, Bermuda Triangle.
Date: 6-17-1993
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Granger.
My name is Alexander Summers and I hold the position of Faculty chief of Defence against the dark arts at Pacific Academy. I write this letter with a heavy heart, to inform you of your daughters relocation from Azkaban Prison to Pacific Academy. I have no Idea what has been told to you, and while we might have time to compare notes, now is NOT the time.
As you know, your daughter is a very gifted witch, or a female magician to people who find the term 'witch' insulting. In the few days she has spent here in our castle, she has appeared to have a strong sence of independence, while she still looks to adults for guidance. She also believes that all adults in authority are right all the time, and that books hold only facts.
Several days ago, a team of highly trained wizards and witches, hereby to be refered to as Aurors, and myself led a raid on Azkaban prison. After giving multiple parcels of evidence proving the contrary, The British ministry and it´s minsiter still refused to listen. Perhaps they are afraid that admitting their mistake will result in loss of votes, or such nonsense. We were there to retrieve a member of the British magical Noble houses who was framed for murder. We believe that he did not commit the crimes he is in prison for.
In retrieving our target, we stumbled upon your daughter and a fried of her from school. Both girls believed that a student was expelled for no good reason and while they told this to their head of houses and the headmaster, they were ignored. Then they went to the board of Governor of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where they awoken one of the sleeping dragons heads. Hogwarts has a motto. Don´t tickle a sleeping dragon.
It seems that Hermione and her friend did so, and the result was that the two girls were sent to prison, via backroom politics. Your daughter, who is awake again after a full day sleep, has requested that you both attend her side while I offer her and her friend a place at our school. For this, you are asked to come to Pacific Academy to talk with your daughter and help her make a decision of our offer.
When you are both ready to go to Pacific Academy, please hold onto the red feather and name the item that Mrs. Granger got on her feet, when Hermione was four years old.
Hoping to have informed you well,
Alexander Summers.
Defence against the dark arts Faculty chief.
Pacific Academy.
Alex sighed as he closed the envelope with the letter to Hermione Grangers parents, with one of Florida´s feathers in it. The poor bird was losing feathers faster that she could regrow them. Maybe he needed to ask Perenelle Flamel about the enchanting of the rings, for Florida´s sake.
Tapping the envelope with his wand, he saw the envelope slowly vanishing, and looked over to the young girl who was talking with her best friend. Ginny Weasley and Luna Lovegood were both in the hospital wing, for both had some powerful but hard to control abilities. While Ginny got her fire power better under control, she was still in the bed in the hospital wing, for her powers had spiked to a previous unknown level. That made her dangerous to both herself, and others arround her.
Luna Lovegood was a class all on her own. She spoke of Nargels and Wrackspurts, and ideas that made her slightly 'Loony'. Alex spend the majority of his time in the Library, where he had seen Hermione working on her homework of History, while being directed by Remus Lupin on how to better write her essay's. The girl seemed to absorb knowledge like a spunge. If Alex didn't know better, he would have said that Hermione had a eidetic memory. Doctor Alan Richards had examined Hermione and his charms came up with a negative, so her being eiditic was a chance of one in one thousand. Finally finding what he needed, Alex started to read about wrackspurts and Nargels. It seemed that Luna Lovegood was able to see a sub-dimention to our own, with many unknown magical creatures. The very few people who could see them, like Luna, were often called nuts, crazy of plain stupid. The trait also was genetic, so exanimating Luna's DNA, Alan Richards, Alex and Alexandra Summers found the gene that made Luna seeing them.
Luna's power also created headaches for the young witch, but the trio hoped that with meditation, Luna's headaches would go away. Seeing Hermione Granger being escorted in to the hospital wing by Remus Lupin, Alan shook his head. Hermione Granger's psychological profile seemed to suggest that she wanted to be the best, to show the magical world that she, a lowly Muggleborn, could do everything that a 'proper' wizard or witch could do and maybe even better.
Setting Hermione in one of the beds in his wing, doctor Richards started to examine Hermione. First physical examinations and them magical ones. Hermione's magic had reacted bad at Azkaban, and if she was not treated properly, she could lose at least twenty percent of her total magical power when she reached seventeen, and twenty-five percent when she reached twenty-one. On the other side, Luna was examined by Evelyn while Harry entertained Fabian. Harry was one of the frequent visitors to the hospital wing. Not always hurt or needing some medical help, Evelyn asked Harry to come to the hospital wing whenever his school classes and homework was done, so he could play with Fabian.
Harry lay down to for the special ceremony that would help him to remove the soul piece from Voldemort from his head. Harry still was angry that nobody had done a thing against that this that was in his head. Hearing the stories from Ginny's parents, Harry figured that he was some kind of warhero to defeat their dark lord, and then, just like that they abandoned him. Their headmaster, Albus 'to many names' Dumbledore placed him with his mothers sister, spraying some cock-and-bull story to keep him there. Harry knew very well why he was placed there, in that place that was nothing but a prison for him. A prison for a young boy who was richer that the richest man in the world. A prison where he was beaten and starved so that he could see the great Albus Dumbledore as his savior. Harry knew that Dumbledore was many things, but he was no saviour.
Nodding to Ginny who was placed in the bed next to him, Harry relaxed and tried to do some meditation to slow his heart-rate. Harry and Ginny would undergo a old exorcist ritual from the Timbisha Shoshone Tribe. Harry would undergo the ritual to remove the soul piece of Voldemort from all those years ago, and Ginny would undergo it to purify her soul as it had been touched by such evil, that when the old Shaman heard of Ginny he demanded to perform the same ritual as he would do to Harry. "Relax Ginny" said Harry as he closed his eyes. "The professors have told everyone who is here that this is very delicate work, and mustn't be disturbed."
"You're not making me very comfortable, Harry" said Ginny as she looked at the old man who had painted part of his face red. Ginny only knew that this man came from his own land somewhere in California.
Harry wanted to respond, but was cut of as the Shaman started to chant and perform several movements. Closing his eyes again, Harry started to listen to the beating of his heart. When Harry was alone, he could always concentrate on the heart-beat. But Harry felt something, something that distracted his focus on his heartbeat. There was a tugging sensation on his head, around the region where he knew was his scar. Somehow Harry knew that Ginny was not feeling okay, as he heard her whimpering.
Looking around, Alex was slowly working on his fingernails as he heard Harry and Ginny scream. From the Shaman, Alex had heard that any small movement, any small sound that could disrupt the ritual, could have disastrous consequences. The workings of the ritual had been passed from Shaman to Shaman for generations. The description that always was told was that a soul needs to remain in the body of it's host. When the ritual was preformed the soul would be placed into suspended animation, and the soul would be made visible via the words of the ritual. The how and why the soul would be visible was not always clear, but it brought a very unique view of a persons soul. As Harry and Ginny both lay moaning, for adding a pain potion would disrupt the ritual, their souls were floating above them. Ginny's soul was a bright red with some black colorations mixed into it. Harry's soul was silver of colour and had one large blob of black. Moving with slow speed, the Shaman chanted a different chant and seemed to collect the black spots form Ginny's soul, before he would move to Harry's larger black blob.
The black blob finally let go of Harry's silver soul and before the eyes of everyone, Harry's soul changed colour from a bright silver to a bright gold, with some white spots intermixing in it. Ginny's bright red hadn't changed colours much. Instead of a bright red, it was a bright red with diamond white spots intermixing in it.
The Shaman started to chant and touched their souls. He was about to sent them back to their bodies when Luna Lovegood sneezed. Once. That one sneeze brought the Shaman from his concentration and as he looked at Luna while giving her the evil eye, he didn't notice his hands who still touching the souls of Ginny and Harry moved towards each other. The souls followed the movement from the hands of the medicine man, and when the souls touched a bright light blinded everyone for a second. Looking after the bright light the teachers, Luna, Hermione, Doctor Richards and the Shaman all sucked in a breath, as both Harry's and Ginny's soul were connected, and seemed to intertwine. Trying slowly, the medicine man moved his arms from each other, and while the souls moved, there was a piece of Harry's golden soul now lodged into Ginny's soul, who had lost a piece of her red soul that was now inside Harry's golden soul.
Knowing he needed to read a lot on souls, the Shaman slowly returned the souls to where they belonged. Although Harry now had a piece of Ginny's soul inside of him, while Ginny had a piece of Harry's soul inside of her. "That was unexpected" Sail Alexandra as she had watched the ritual.
The Shaman started to curse and shout in his own tongue, while pointing to Luna. The young girl looked at the old man and moved from her bed, until she was standing right before him. The sound of a hard slap echoed through the hospital wing as Luna massaged her hand that she used to slap the Shaman, who was now holding his right side of his face. "Don't even shout like that to me again, Sir. Or I'll show you how well I can open a dimensional port" Said Luna as she was growling.
"Okay, that was interesting. But can someone tell me what happened to Harry and Ginny?" Asked Arthur as he looked to his little girl on the bed.
"I don't know, but I know that the magical library of congress will hold an answer" said Alan Richards as he was making sure that Harry and Ginny had no strange side effects from the ritual.
"Miss Granger, how about we use your amazing learning ability and utilise it, by researching this accident" Said Remus as he placed some papers in his jacket and collected Hermione from her bed.
Both stepped out of the hospital wing and made their way to the floo where they left for the library of magical congress.