HARRY POTTER :flash forward.

"No and yes," replied Harry. "You know us as the physical us. I cannot expect you to think any differently to that on that matter. What I'm asking you to start considering is the soul us, as well.

"I know society's mores makes it hard for you to accept there will be a... more intimate relationship... between Hermione and Daphne. I'm trying to give you something to help you rationalise it, so you'll be more comfortable with it."

"It does help," said Cele. "And I can't believe I've just realised that."

"It helps me!" said Daphne, giving Harry a very direct look. "I just wish you'd shared it with us, first."

"Sorry," Harry sheepishly replied. "But, something inside me told me the time wasn't right until now."

"You're going to have to give me this talk again later, Harry," grouched Hermione. "I don't have the manuscript for our book on hand. This needs to go into the book."

"Book?" asked Deece.

"We've been asked to write a book about soul bonds by Madam Pomfrey," explained Hermione. "She wants us to document everything we learn so people's understanding of soul bonds can be enhanced... or corrected."

"You're not using your names, are you?" asked a suddenly worried Matthias.

"No," she replied. "We'll use pseudonyms for the actual characters. And we've agreed to use nom de plumes... pen names... for the authors. Not even the eventual publishers will be allowed to know our real names."

"When you've got the time to write it down, Hermione, ask Matthias if you can borrow his pensieve to check your own memory of this," suggested Harry.

"That's a good idea," said Matthias, nodding. "I think I'll do the same. There are aspects of that... lesson... that I want to speak with others about. Dementor's Kiss Syndrome and the effects of the Killing Curse, for example. If Harry's right, and I think he is, it'll open up new research into both of those."

Gathering herself, Deece asked, "I think we all need time to absorb what we've just heard. Who's up for an evening libation?"

With affirmatives from the group, a house elf was called to take orders.

Once everyone had a drink of their choice, Harry started on the next part of what he wanted to share with them.

"Now, on the matter of ghosts," he said, licking his lips of suds of butterbeer. "Does anyone know the reason why only magicals become ghosts? Or why, after centuries of searching using vivisection and the like, they've never actually been able to find what it is in the physical body that makes a muggle different to a magical?"

After head shakes all round, he explained. "Both those subjects have, essentially, the same answer. It's because witches and wizards don't control magic with their bodies; they control it with their souls. And that's because magic is channelled through the soul; not the body.

"When you think about it, the proof is before you when you meet a ghost and discover that only magicals can become ghosts. A ghost, as you now know, is a soul that has yet to pass on to the afterlife. And, it's only through their ability to wield magic that a soul doesn't immediately pass on with the death of the physical body.

"If magic was part of the body instead of the soul, then as soon as the soul departed the body it would be no different to the soul of a muggle. Therefore it would, just as muggles' souls do, pass on.

"I started thinking about this at the end of second year when the piece of Tom Riddle's soul that was locked into his diary began to draw off the life force of Ginny Weasley, before I destroyed the diary.

"Even before that soul piece was fully corporeal, Riddle was able to wield and use Ginny's wand. He used it against me. If the magic is channelled through the physical body, that should not have been possible. So, too, should it not have been possible if magic is not channelled through the soul.

"Next, ghosts can talk. We can hear them. That should not be possible without magic. Air does not pass through lungs and out over vocal chords to make sound; sound, which we hear as speech. So, it must be magic in the soul of the ghost that allows it to talk to us. Magic recognises the need and replaces the operation of the vibrating vocal chords.

"It also explains muggleborns a lot more thoroughly. It makes no sense, whatsoever, that there is continually occurring the same genetic... alteration... that causes a muggleborn to suddenly occur across very diverse people. However, it becomes obvious when you understand the number of children born to magicals has substantially dropped off. Those souls waiting to be born have to go somewhere. So, it's into the forming bodies of muggle foetuses they go."

After Harry quietened and sat back again, Mathias said, "Again that makes a lot of sense. I'm definitely going to have to talk to some people about this." "Damn, Potter," muttered Daphne. "You're both full of surprises and a lot smarter than you act."

Harry just impudently grinned back.

Talk then devolved to lighter topics for the rest of the evening before bed.

With the Yule Ball taking place at the school the next night, the Greengrasses arranged for their Yule dinner the evening before, Christmas Eve.

The intervening days since their major shopping trip to Diagon Alley saw a trip shopping at a muggle shopping mall, led by the Grangers; quiet days at the Farm; Daphne attempting to teach Harry and Hermione how to ride a horse - somewhat successful for Hermione, but an unmitigated disaster for Harry; Harry coaxing Hermione onto a broom for more advanced lessons in riding a broom; and time spent together for Harry to get to know his future in-laws and his godfather better, and the girls to get to know their own future in-laws.

By Christmas Eve even Ant had come to accept his daughter was soon to be married to two people; one of whom was another girl.

The next morning, the combined families were gathered in the parlour around the Christmas tree, under which was piled the gifts in a manner similar to muggle families.

Matthias offered the position of 'Gift Giver'... the person who sits near the tree and hands the gifts out... to Sirius. And, Sirius was both deeply honoured and quite moved by the gesture.

With gifts being passed out in quite an orderly fashion, there did not exist the usual large mess of torn and shredded Christmas wrapping paper; of which the Greengrass elves seemed somewhat disappointed.

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