Harry sighed as he leaned back against the plush seat of the cabin. The Hogwarts Express rocked slightly in a comfortingly familiar motion as it sped towards the castle. He grinned as he glanced up at the trunk. A trunk stuffed full of Materia. He and Hermione had cleaned out the Ministry almost completely, leaving behind only the very basic weapons (mostly the Standard Broadswords) and a handful of newly birthed Materia they already had higher level samples of, and the shattered dust of dead Manufactured Materias. They had left an Exit Materia in the box though, just in case they wanted to go back to grab anything, and to check  in every now and then just in case the silver sword from before would show back up.

Between the three of them, they had grabbed all the rest of the Magic, every last bangle, armlet, ring, and a handful of magical items that would come in handy later. His own rough iron bangles had been switched out for a pair of dragon-scaled armlets, with his Fire, Ice, Mini and Summon singing softly against his skin, a Star Pendant was dangling against his hip, and a shiny new Jem ring was resting on his hand. He had plenty more slots for Materia, but he was gonna wait till later to sort through what they had and find better matches.

"Hey Harry."

Those green eyes snapped open at the new person at the door. It was Hermione, back from Prefect duties. He grinned, straightening up to give her room. "Welcome back. Ron behind you?"

"He's still finishing up his patrol." She scoffed as she flipped her hair away from her eyes in a familiar gesture. "I believe he got sidetracked by Justin and Ernie, something about a rare Frog card." She pursed her lips as she gracefully sunk into the seat. "Strange though, Padma said that the Slytherins were acting strange."

"Strange how?"

"Draco was showing them something on his arm." She shook her head, running a hand through her hair. A Shinra Beta Armlet peeked through her robe sleeves, green and purple and red winking out at him, a full complement of Materia already chosen and slotted. "I believe, he may have taken the Oath over the summer."

The young General smirked as he stood up, opening the cabin door a few inches. "Only one way to find out," he offered, activating the new spell in his Mini.

A frog could see well enough, but the main impairment was that his hearing was muffled. Harry didn't need to hear though, because his vision was all he really needed. The new height was disconcerting, and he made a note to find out who the Ravenclaw that tried to step on him was, but strong legs propelled him down towards the Slytherin's in question.

Draco. The pointy-faced little weasel, had his normal pack of cronies seated around him, Pansy simpering over him, like a king holding court. A wash of voices fell over him as they talked, the low rumbling of Vincent and Crabbe, the higher squeak of Pansy, and the more neutral tones of Draco and Blaise. Harry's goggly eyes rolled as he tried to see, only to smirk at a dark smudge on Draco's arm, a dark shape that enveloped much of his inner forearm.

A screech. The train was stopping. Worried about being stepped on, Harry jumped under a table, staring out at the sea of legs and feet as the train slowly emptied. He moved to exit, only to pause at a single pair of feet gently pacing towards him.

"Well hello under there. You ready to come out?"

A female. Carefully, the frog inched out, bulbous eyes looking up at pale hair and-whoa! Harry flinched as he was scooped up, only to groan with a human voice as he popped back into a normal form. "Oh wow, what a trip," he groaned, leaning back against the door frame of a cabin. He glanced up. "What did you do Luna?"

"A Maiden's Kiss to break a Toad spell. The Wrackspurts don't like to swarm around normal toads, but they like you Harry," she intoned in an airy voice. A pair of what would be considered 3-D glasses in the Muggle world were perched on her nose, and she smiled brightly. "Would the Prince like to escort me off the train now?"

A grin. "My Lady," he offered, holding out his arm playfully. With a giggle, the younger woman latched on, pulling them off the train.

"I've known you before."

The older Wizard glanced down at the strange little Witch. "In a previous life maybe?" he offered, still feeling a little playful. "Maybe I really was your Prince, and you were the Princess locked in her tower?"

"Or maybe you were the handsome General, and me the last of an old line?"

A blink. Play along! "Oh? Was I tall and dark and handsome?"

A surprisingly sober look from the young woman. "You were tall and handsome, but the only part of you that was dark was a Legacy that was never of your choice. The green calls to us, it whispers in our dreams, tells us who we are and who we were."

"And who were you?"

And now the airy look was back. "I've been many things. I've been a Summoner who was willing to give her life for the sins of the world. I've been a princess who asked her thief to kidnap her. I've been a young woman who was threatened by her own magic and surrounded by the Seeds of potential. I was a child of the gods and one of the only people to be able to tap into magic. And at the core of everything, I was a gardener, a Mage, and one who sacrificed herself so the planet could hear our prayer."

Sacrifice. Harry flinched at the sudden flash of dropping from the ceiling, of a young woman beneath him, that same blonde man looking on in horror-He shook his head as the vision vanished as quickly as it came, their feet having taken them unconsciously to the Thestral-drawn carriages. Luna smiled at him, hopping into the carriage after giving the Thestral-he thought it was the one named Fluffy- a quick pat.

"It was never you." Harry looked up suddenly from his seat. "It was a Calamity that wore your form."

"Why do I still feel like I should apologize though?"

A quiet smile. For some reason, he saw a young woman with a pink ribbon in her hair sharing the same smile. "Because you are a good person Harry." She peered over his shoulder. "You have something following you."

"What? Is it a Wrackspurt again?"

Luna smiled as the carriage pulled up to the castle. "You found something precious to you recently. You just need to remember how to call it to you."

The feast had been amazing as usual, but Harry was contemplative as he relaxed in his bed later that night. The sensation of something pulling at the back of his mind was strong again, something bright and keen that sang to him like the Materia had. Absently, he held his hand out, glad the curtains were pulled closed, even if the others in his room were asleep. The song crescendoed, almost to the point of pain, a single shing-ing note of vibrating magic and metal. 'Come.'

With a final ring, the sword from the Ministry appeared, a shining length of star-bright metal in his hand. Smiling, the young mage dismissed it, letting it fall back into the magic that safely held it. "Something precious, huh?" he muttered.

Only to blush at the sight of the curtains. The seven feet of sword metal had ripped right through. "Oops. Hope the House Elves won't be too mad at that."