As soon as he had returned to his room Raguel laid into him. 'YOU STUPID MORONIC MORTAL!' she bellowed at such a tone that had she not been in his mind would have woke up the entire castle. 'Do you know how close you came to dying?!' she asked and Harry just listened to her rant. 'If I hadn't heal you, you would be dead in fact you should still be dead because the amount of my grace you channeled was near lethal levels! If you had held onto it for a second longer you would have burned to death from the inside out!' Harry winced realizing how close to death he came. He knew he was more attuned to her power than any other rider because he grew up with it flowing through him. But as she had so often pointed out his body was still that of a child and that he couldn't handle a transformation.

After that he had been forced to cut back on his use of grace for a while till his body had fully recovered. Luckily most of the students gave him a wide berth though more than a few had asked to see his gun. Somehow it got out that he fought the troll and killed it with his gun. Though it appears that's all they knew as no one knew about the power of the Rider.

Harry had gone home for Christmas needing to recharge the wards that made sure no common criminal broke in. he had gotten a few gifts some from his friends in his house and one from Hermione they were all books and sweets. The strangest gift that had even Raguel silent was a cloak that could make him invisible to all forms of detection. He had noticed when he walked past his ward that alerted him if magical walk past and went off even if he was the one walking past and nothing happened. Further testing revealed nothing could detect it, Raguel said that she had no idea what it but that it was very powerful and he should keep it on him at all times. The rest of the year had gone normally, expect on valentine's day when he received a flood of love letters from all over the country. His Hufflepuff Year mates had a good laugh at that at least until they started to read them and realized they were not school appropriate love letters some containing very racy photos of women and a few men as well. As soon as Harry realized what they were he blushed and burned the entire pile of love letters to cinders. Raguel hadn't stopped teasing him for months.

The rest of the year had gone normally but it seemed the soul leech on Quirrell had finally killed him as Dumbledore had announce at the end of year his passing.

His summer had been strange though apparently someone had been intercepting his letters because while on the phone with Hermione she mention a letter she had sent never got a reply and she was wondering if he was cross with her. He told her that someone must have been stealing his mail. His first thought was Dumbledore but realized that made no sense the old man had been trying for months to get him to stay with a wizarding family for the summer claiming it was safer and cutting him off from the wizarding world seemed to be the last thing he wanted. He had Hermione send letters to his friends telling them someone was intercepting his mail.

Harry drew a knife and began to use it to carve runes into the center of his floor. If anything appeared with in his wards without permission it would force them to appear in this circle instead.

For several days nothing happened he either was sent no mail or the thief managed to grab it before the bird entered the ward system. So he called Hermione and told her to send him a letter from three blocks away close enough that the thief would have no choice but to enter the wards.

A day later he heard a loud crack while in the kitchen. He smirked his plan worked. Your plan?' Raguel asked skeptically. 'Please you couldn't plot your way out of a paper bag this is all me.'

'Yeah I'm sure people will believe that I didn't come with the plan it was the angel living in my head, by the way do you know where the nearest insane asylum is? I want to save them the trouble of finding one.' he said sarcastically.

'Point.' she conceded.

It turns out the thief was a house elf named Dobby and it was trying to warn him about something dangerous in the school. He had hoped if Harry received no letters he wouldn't want to return to the school. He had tried to convince Raguel that the elf was right and he shouldn't go back not wanting to deal with another year at that school. With the gossip and petty rivalries, it was amusing at first but it quickly became annoying. He found it hilarious that the blond brat whose name he still didn't remember thought he was some kind of rival for Harry.

Raguel was more cunning than that entire racist house combined, and Harry was a prodigy when it came to practical magic. In fact once he transfigured a matchstick to a needle he hadn't needed any more studying to perform transfiguration just flicked his wand and changed the object. Once he got a feel for a type of magic he didn't need to really learn any more spells from it. When he learned the transfiguration spell for the matchstick he didn't understand why they needed another spell to change anything as the one spell should work. When Professor McGonagall tried to explain how language affected magic, he flicked his wrist and turned a cup into a box.

Raguel explained it to him as the stronger your will the easier it was to guide any sort of power without a focus be it verbal or otherwise. The only reason you needed runes for wards was because if you wanted to do anything else you had to have something guiding the magic so you could focus on something else other than the wards.

Harry walked down the streets of Diagon Alley he was headed for Ollivander's something felt off with his wand, it felt lighter and he didn't know why.

He opened the door and before Ollivander could sneak up behind him like he usually did with his customers Harry pulled his gun on the man. "Sorry." he apologized lowering the weapon. "Force of habit."

"No problem you wouldn't be the first nor the last." the wand crafter dismissed with a wave of his hand. "Now what are you here for?" he asked peering at Harry before a frown overcame his face. "I hope you haven't broken your wand." so many wizards took wands for granted nowadays not realizing how much effort went into making them.

"I don't know." he pulled out his wand and held it out for Ollivander to inspect. "It feels off." he admitted, saying it aloud it seemed kind of ridiculous.

The wand crafter picked up the wand and began to look it over. "Interesting." he muttered looking over his creation. "It seems it is fractured."

Harry blinked he didn't see any cracks when he looked at it earlier. "But I didn't see anything wrong with I looked it over earlier. It just felt lighter, off balance."

"That's is because the cracks formed on the inside." he said before finally looking away from the wand. "Have you cast any potent magic recently? something extremely more powerful than what you normally cast? Sometimes the wand is unprepared to handle such surges of magic and is unable to adapt." he asked.

"No I haven't even touched it that much outside of class." he said it made no sense, he didn't really use the wand anything he did with magic he could either do wandlessly or with runes,

'I think I know, love.' Raguel said, thinking about any powerful acts they had committed recently, while not an act of magic it was unequivocally combined with it. 'When you used my grace to partially enter the Ghost Rider state your ability to channel grace had increased as the amount that flowed through you. It is possible the wand could not handle the extra grace.'

'Why didn't you tell me about this?' he asked confused why she waited so long to tell him.

'Because I know you and you would have done something stupid to try and repeat it and increase your ability to use grace even further.' she told him bluntly. He pouted but couldn't deny the statement.

"Is there anything I can do to stop it? Or increase my wands durability?" he asked Ollivander, who hummed in thought.

"I suppose if it is a one time thing we could try and tune it, normally a person is much older when they get this done and after a grievous magical accident but I do not see why it should not work."

Apparently tuning a wand was just as boring as tuning a guitar all he did was stand in a circle for a few minutes with his hand on his wand. And it slowly adapted to his changed magic.

Harry sat on the Hogwarts express wondering when Hermione was going to show up. Luckily he showed up earlier as it turns out the elf Dobby once more tried to stop him from going to Hogwarts by blocking the barrier. But enough students were around for one to grab an adult wizard and get a ministry official there to fix the problem. Strangely it let everyone but Harry through once the problem was fixed he quickly got on the train to claim a compartment for himself.

He heard a knock on his door and looked up to see a little blonde girl with silver eyes. "Hello do you mind if I sit here? The nargles seemed to avoid this compartment." she asked dreamily.

Harry had no idea what a nargle was but nodded. "sure thing." he said, pointing to the seat next across from him, but the girl decided she wanted to sit next to him as she plopped down on his right.

He leaned back a bit as the girl scrutinized him and the area around him. Finally she moved back and looked sad. "I'm sorry about her wings." Harry froze, no way. "I'm sure they were really pretty, does it hurt?" she asked.

Raguel was also in shock. 'Can she see me?' Harry repeated the question and the girl nodded.

"Yes you are very close to Harry aren't you?" she responded to Harry.

'Seer' Raguel decided it was the only thing that made sense, the only way she could see her.

A few seconds later the door was pulled open by a frazzled looking Hermione. "You're the Ghost-" she paused seeing the blonde girl. "Oh hello my name is Hermione Granger you are?" she asked holding her hand out in greeting.

"Luna Lovegood, do you know you have a lot of nargles around you?" she asked looking at the bushy haired girl with the same dreamy expression as earlier.

"What's a nargle? Wait no not right now Harry can I talk to you in private?" wow she must really be upset if she decided something was more important than learning.

"Is it about him being the next Ghost Rider?" Luna said looking between the two confused. "Or is this that grown up stuff daddy says I'm too young for?"

Hermione looked like she was about to explode. "You didn't tell her before you told me did you?!" she growled, if the girl somehow knew on her own that was fine if Harry told her that was a whole other story.

"No I think she is a seer as she was able to tell a lot just by looking at me." the girl in question had pulled a magazine from her trunk and was now reading it sideways. Harry saw the trunk on the ground and picked it up with one arm before putting it on the upper racks, he grabbed Hermione's as well. He nearly jumped when Hermione slammed the door shut.

"How are you the ghost rider?! Why would you sell your soul?"

Harry snorted at that question. "I didn't sell my soul I am powered directly by the original spirit of rider not some cheap knock off that Mephisto is always giving out that's why my flames are blue rather than red." he told her, and the wind was knocked right out of her sails. It seemed she had a rant building up inside her and Harry just defused her before she could explode.

She didn't know whether or not he was telling the truth as she had only found out about the Rider the week before and hadn't had much time to research it.

The rest of the train went quietly except for a brief visit by the blond kid whose name still eluded him. He was pretty sure Raguel knew, but got way too much amusement out of watching him humiliate the puffed up pureblood by not deeming him important enough to remember.

Done two chapters in one day that is amazing I am really fast at this! When I want to be. Also no luna will not be in a pairing with Harry she is going to be more of a little sister with him.

Also the reason Harry can't go fully rider is because A) Raguel is still recovering while her powers are enough to let him transform it would quickly run out fuel. B) he not physically capable of handling the full transformation without dying.