(It's time again for me to announce to the entirety of my wonderful, faithful readers that I don't own anything except my OC's and references. NOW ALL HAIL QUEEN ROWLING!)

Luna collapsed onto the floor, panting. No matter the head ache she was getting, she found out her form.

For the last nine months they've been working on meditation (it's only been a few weeks since the mock battle) to find their form and turn into it for a few seconds. She smiled and shakily got up saying, "My form is Arion."

Hermione grinned shakily from her position in the floor, it was only the two of them in the meditation room, "You mean the fastest being that can run over any surface?"

"That's the one, Mione." There was a pause, "You find yours yet?"

Another silence before a sad and frustrated, "No" came from the other Heiress in the room. Luna sat up slowly and looked at the older girl, "You don't need to worry, Mia. I'm sure you'll be able to find it eventually."

The Ravenclaw Heiress was sad that her best friend, her sister in all but blood, wasn't able to get it down, but she knew that she would get it.

Thankfully for them, the lights were extremely dim in the meditation room, making their headaches less painful…that was until someone had to open the door; making the room flood with bright light.

Both girls groaned loudly, hearing the person chuckle at their pain; the two identifying it as Neville. Luna muttered loud enough for him to hear, "Do you think he would be mad if I stabbed him in the eyes like he's doing to me?"

He rolled his eyes, hiding the nerves that suddenly appeared at his girlfriend's words. She was handy with knives, so he made a mental note to hide all sharp objects in the area, then spoke to the two of them, "Sorry, but Harry called for a meeting and he decided to make me the messenger, though I don't see why me when he have the god of messengers here and it would-"

"SHUT UP!" Screamed the girls, making the poor boy run out of there like a bat out of Hades; there was a moment of silence in the room, then they started cackling softly.

But her fits of laughter, Hermione said, "I… think we….scared the…poor boy!"

Luna just continued to giggle, clutching her stomach. After a few minutes, their laughter died down and they shared a devious smile. They hooked arms then left the room, both in lighter spirits than they were before.

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When they arrived at the meeting, their light mood turned somber when they saw the serious faces of the gods and mentors. The Heiress' took their respective seats by Harry and Neville, as soon as they did Andrea began talking, "A message has come from Gringotts." She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, they all took note of her pitch black hair with a sense of dread, "Griphook, Harry's account manager and personal acquaintance of James and Lily, was found recently in an alley, dead. Evidence shown he was tortured, a message was written on him… Lord Ragnok thought it best if we showed you."

She took a picture, magical one, out of a file and slid it across the table to the four. Harry closed his eyes, to shield himself from the image of the person that helped him somewhat settle into the wizarding world, broken. The arm snapped in half- the bone piercing the skin, the clothes stolen from his small body-obviously an act to further take away his dignity, his greenish-grey legs bent at odd angles and the worst part about the picture wasn't the black, glassy eyes looking at nothing. No, it was the message carved into his stomach: Baby Potter and His Mudblood, that had Luna turn her head into Neville's shoulder and for Harry to blindly grab onto Hermione's hand, clinging for dear life.

It was silent, then Nick spoke, "They want you to come to the surface for a couple days to help track down whoever did this and send them to Gringotts for justice."

For the first time since he walked into the room, Harry said, "I already know who did this." A moment of pause, "Bellatrix Lestrange nee Black; The woman who killed my godfather and tortured Neville's parents," he looked up at everyone, "And she sent a message to me and my Hermione. She basically said she was going to do to Hermione what she did to Griphook and I'll go to hell before I let that happen to my Mione. Over my. Dead. Body." He glowed a harsh red and gold as he did stared into the eyes of each adult in there.

HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE!

First I want to apologize, once again, for not updating as soon as I'd like. I feel horrible that I left you guys hanging. A lot. And I hope this chapter will be enough for now.

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