Thoughts of Pudding by Brian 64
Chapter 14: VŠlkommen till
Sverige.
On a shelf in Albus Dumbledore's office, a small silver device started spinning
and wailing an alert. The only living occupant of the room was startled from his
snooze, and looked over at the device with annoyance.
Fawkes let out a frustrated trill at
being woken up, and the still-regrowing phoenix became more and more restless
as the irritating wailing continued to fill the room, giving no indication that
it would ever stop.
On hearing the alarm, the occupants
of the many portraits around the room walked out of their frames, presumably to
find and alert Albus, or perhaps simply to escape the noise.
Phineas Nigellus returned shortly
after checking Grimmauld Place, and watched the phoenix. It seemed that if Dumbledore
wanted a seriously good ear biting, he was certainly going the about it the right
way. "Give him one for me too, Fawkes," Phineas whispered, still
unhappy with the headmaster over his involvement in Sirius' death.
~o~
Albus Dumbledore was not someone
that easily changed his mind about things he 'knew' to be right. He'd spent a
good many hours thinking through what Minerva had told him the previous
evening, and decided that, from a certain point of view, she had a very good point.
The question was: Did he subscribe
to that point of view?
There simply wasn't enough
information in a single conversation with one person, no matter how much he
respected her opinion, for him to make a real decision on the matter.
In the meantime of course, Harry was
at risk, and that was more important than anything else. The wizarding world
was at stake, and he shuddered at the thought that any death eater that saw
Harry could whisk him off to Voldemort before anyone was the wiser.
Surely a few days with the Dursleys
while alternative arrangements were made would be acceptable? Harry was
understandably upset at the loss of Sirius, but he had proven time and time
again that he would do what is right, not what was easy.
If he could only explain to Harry
that he just needed a few days, he was sure he would understand.
He reached the door he'd been
walking towards and knocked.
"Who's there?" said a
nervous voice he recognized as Mrs Weasley's. "Declare yourself!"
"It is I, Albus Dumbledore."
He replied.
The door opened, revealing a
frazzled looking Molly Weasley, wearing a faded apron. Molly's reaction to
stress was often to cook.
"Has there been any word on
Harry?" She asked him, inviting him inside.
"Yes, Molly, there has, and
before you ask, I believe that he is fine, or at least he was last evening.
Perhaps we could sit and talk about it with your family over a cup of your
wonderful tea?
Molly appeared a little flustered.
"Most of them are at work, Albus. Arthur and Percy are at the Ministry of
course, Bill's at Gringott's, and Charlie's still in Romania. The twins are at
their new shop, and I hardly ever see them now. Ron and Ginny are out the back
on their brooms, so I'll put the kettle on and call them in." She started
walking off to the kitchen before she turned around again.
"You're sure he's all
right?" She asked him.
Albus smiled at her in reassurance.
"I'm certain that he was fine when I left my office." He said. Molly
gave a wan smile and turned back to her task, leaving Albus to find his own
seat at the table
A little while later she returned,
followed by a slightly flushed Ron and Ginny. Their windswept hair gave
evidence that they had been flying only a few minutes earlier. The fact that
they were both carrying brooms helped support the conclusion.
"Hello sir." "Good
afternoon Professor Dumbledore." They said in greeting, somewhat
nervously. Their headmaster wasn't so frequent a visitor that they were
comfortable in his presence.
Molly brought the tea over, and they
were all soon seated at the table, cups in hand.
Molly had barely sat down before the
anxiety over Harry that Albus had instilled yesterday evening spilled over.
"What can you tell us about Harry, Albus? You said he hadn't arrived at
the Dursley's last night, so where is he now? Why isn't he here with you at
least?"
Albus took a small sip of his tea as
he considered the questions and looked around the table as he did so. Ginny was
looking directly at him, and using passive legilimency he was able to sense
concern from her. Quite understandable under the circumstances, Dumbledore
thought.
He saw that Ron was looking down at
his teacup with a very faint smile. Was the boy glad Harry was missing? Surely
this wasn't a resurgence of the jealousy that he'd had for Harry over the Tri-Wizard
tournament.
Dumbledore thought about how to
respond to Molly's questions, and began to speak. "As I mentioned when I
arrived Molly, I believe Harry is presently fine, though he is not at the
Dursley's."
Ginny snorted, and then reddened
when everyone tuned to her.
"Well, I'm not surprised he's
fine if he's not there. He hates it at the Dursleys, and they're horrible to
him!" She said venomously.
Albus peered at her over his
half-moon spectacles. "Is there something you wish to share with us, Miss
Weasley? Has he said anything to you?" Albus asked.
Ginny blushed even more. "No,
he hasn't said anything. But it's obvious to anyone that knows him." She
said.
"Be that as it may, there are
powerful wards in place that keep him safe there. Wards that need him to be
living there each summer, I'm afraid to say" Albus said, rebuking her with
his tone.
"AfraidÉ why Albus?" Molly
asked.
"If he cannot be found soon and
returned to Privet Drive to recharge the wards, then they will fail permanently."
Albus replied.
Ron looked up briefly at that
statement, before looking back down at his cup. Albus got a very fleeting
impression of guilt, but it was gone before he could examine it. It certainly
bore watching, as Albus got the distinct impression that Ron knew something.
"Well what word do you have
Albus? You said there was some news when you arrived." Molly said.
Albus thought for a moment how to
break the news, and thought about asking the children to leave first, before
deciding that their reactions might prove to be valuable. Especially if Ron was
in some way involved as he now suspected.
"I had a visit from Minerva
after visiting you last night. I had sent her, and some others, to Privet Drive
to look for Harry. When she eventually reported back, I'm afraid she wasn't
very happy with me. In fact, she was quite vocal in her opinions about some of
the decisions I have made." He said.
Albus thought he ought to clarify
his views on Minerva's opinions, as he didn't want to risk a rift developing between
Minerva and Molly. "I cannot say that she was wrong in her views, though
of course, I might disagree with them. In any case, she knew where Harry was,
and intended to keep him safeÉ from me." He concluded, and then looked
around at the others to see their reactions.
Surprise was very much evident on
both of the children's faces, but Molly was staring openly at him. Her emotions
seemingly warring with each other, confusion winning out.
"ButÉ how could she? Why wouldÉ Was she imperioused?" she asked.
"No, Molly, she wasn't under
any compulsion that I could detect." Albus said.
"Then whyÉ" Molly said,
trailing off.
Molly's thoughts were in chaos.
She'd known both Albus and Minerva since she was a Hogwarts student, and she
thought she knew both of them quite well. It sounded as though Minerva had
plucked Harry away from the Dursley's house and given Albus a piece of her
mind, but what could have provoked that?
Ginny's earlier statement came back
to mind and Molly thought about how Harry usually arrived at her home each
summer. Suddenly the little clues seemed to fall into place and Minerva's
actions didn't seem quite so hard to understand.
Albus watched as Molly's eyes narrowed,
and he sighed. He had been afraid of this. Most people simply weren't able to
take the larger view needed when it came to fighting a war. But it was still
better that she heard the true story from him now, than for her to receive it
second or third-hand from others later.
Molly's tone, when she spoke,
confirmed his suspicion that she too was now coming to distrust him.
"Who were the others you
mentioned Albus? Did they go along with whatever she's done as well?"
Molly asked.
"I sent Alastor, Remus and
Nymphadora to Privet Drive after Minerva to help her. I haven't heard from any
of them since, though from what she said last night, Alastor at least has been
helping her. None of them were at their houses this morning when I checked.
Since Minerva mentioned having spoken to Miss Granger yesterday, I apparated
over to her house before coming here. All of the Grangers have gone as
well."
Ron looked up again at his last few
words, and Albus picked up another emotion from him; betrayal.
Albus decided that he was justified
in using legilimency on Ron, since it was evident that he knew something. He
picked up only a few thoughts before Ron looked down again. 'Why would
Hermione have gone as well? That wasn't part of the plan!'
Albus focussed his attention on Ron
in the hope of picking up more information. "Mister Weasley, you are a close
friend to both Harry and Miss Granger. Have they said anything that might
suggest where they might have gone together?"
He asked, hoping to prompt a reaction with his slight emphasis on the last word.
He got more than he wanted as a
storm of thoughts raced around Ron's head at his question.
'HarryandHermionetogether! NonononoNO!
WhywhyWHYdidhealwayshavetohaveEVERYTHING? MoneyfamefireboltnowHermionetoo!
Whydidn'ttheytell me aboutthem- aboutthechangeofplans? BecauseÉ?BecauseÉ? Theydidn'twantmetoknow!
Stupidstupidstupid! Maybe it wasn't really Luna's plan after allÉ'
"Mister Weasley?" Albus
asked him again, trying to keep the elation from his voice. Luna was involved
somehow. He wanted to leave so he could check the Lovegood's house for Harry.
"No, they didn't say anything
to me." Ron said, slumping in misery.
"Well then, I think I'd best be
off in further search of Harry. I do hope you will let me know if you hear from
him. I'm not expecting to hear from Minerva again until Friday evening, but I
will let you know if I hear any news of Harry. Good day to you all."
Molly frowned as she watched him
rise from the table and leave. She had more questions to ask, but didn't want
to delay him if he was searching for her boy.
A short time later Dumbledore apparated
to the Lovegood's house, and knocked on their door.
~o~
Vanir looked up from his desk as he
heard the light chime of the wards announcing an incoming portkey. He watched
as a group of 10 people appeared, all holding on to an enlarged golden chain.
He smiled as most of them tumbled to
the ground after trying, and failing, to keep a black haired teen upright. 'Ah,
fler turister' (Ah, more tourists). He thought to
himself as he walked up to the reception counter to join his assistant.
~o~
"Hey lover-boy, don't you think
you should buy me a drink first?" Tonks asked, winking at the furiously
blushing Harry who had managed to fall on top of her.
"Oh God, Tonks, I'm sorry! I've
been getting better at Portkey landings but-"
Remus interrupted his apology. "No
Harry, the correct response is; 'So Tonks, do you want to go for a drink later
then?' Remus said, chuckling. At Harry's glare, Remus raised his hands slightly
in an 'all right, I'll leave it alone' gesture.
They were both distracted by Luna's
laughter. "GoÉforÉ aÉdrinkÉlaterÉ" she said, whenever she could catch
her breath between laughs.
"Well, Harry, are you planning
on getting up anytime soon, or should I make myself more comfortable?"
Tonks asked, amused.
As Tonks started speaking, Harry realised
where he still was and let out an unmanly squeak of embarrassment. With so many
other bodies sitting and standing around them, he couldn't work out how to get
off her without making things any worse. Fortunately Dan recognised the problem
and gave him a helping hand up.
Once everyone had regained their
feet, and in Harry's case, his composure, Xenophilius led the way to the
counter marked 'Inkommande – Arrivals'. The
others took in the scene around them, as they followed a few paces behind.
They were in the foyer of an ultra
modern looking building with a large sign proclaiming it to be the 'Svenska
Magidepartementet, Utrikesterminalen – Swedish Department of Magic,
International Terminal'. While underneath it was
another sign; 'VŠlkommen till Sverige – Welcome to Sweden'.
In addition to the counter they were
heading towards, there was another a few feet away marked 'AvgŒende -
Departures', which was currently unattended. A
little further away, other counters were marked 'Inrikes €renden –
Internal Affairs', 'Utrikes €renden –
External Affairs', 'NŠringsliv - Commerce', and 'Svenska Magiska Ordningsmakten – Magical Law
Enforcement'. Doors led off to unknown rooms, and
on one wall was a faded sign; 'Spotta ej pŒ golfvet, не
плюйте на
полу – don't spit on the floor'.
As Xenophilius approached the two
men at the counter, he started muttering loudly to himself. "Oh dear.. hmmm,
Goeiedag, NamastŽ,
Ka farsken, e det du? No, that's not itÉ"
Luna walked up beside him as her
father continued his muttering. "ÉZdravstvuite, Guten Tag, Konnichi waÉ"
Luna smiled at the older man bearing
a nametag.
"HallŒ dŠr Vanir!" (Hi
there Vanir) she greeted him happily.
"Goddag unga dam. Se dŠr,
vŠlutbildad dessutom." (Good day young lady, What do you know, well
educated to boot.) He replied, smiling warmly at
her before turning to Xenophilius and interrupting his recital. "Do you
have your papers and Portkey, sir?"
"ÉAsalaam aleikum- What? Papers? Oh yes, of course, of course. Here we are." He
handed over a parchment and the charm bracelet that had been their Portkey.
Vanir tapped his wand to the
parchment, and then to a clipboard he'd picked up from the counter. He nodded
to himself, before repeating the process with the Portkey bracelet.
"This all seems to be in order.
Your return date is unspecified, but you will need to check back here if you stay
longer than three months. This parchment will serve as your visa until
then." He was about to hand back the parchment and Portkey when his
assistant interrupted him and whispered in his ear.
Vanir turned to Remus. "You are
a lycanthrope, sir?" he asked, preparing himself for possible trouble.
Remus nodded uncomfortably.
Vanir was watching the other
tourists. This didn't seem to surprise any of them so he relaxed.
"I'm sorry, sir, but there are
a couple of requirements for you to follow if you wish to remain here, and
others if you remain here during a full moon. If you would follow Sšren
please." Vanir noticed the reactions of the group, and tried to reassure
them. "There will be no harm to him, I promise you, only a minor
inconvenience for your friend that all lycanthropes in our country must comply
with."
Remus nodded, and turned to the
group. He smiled as he saw that despite their current falling out, Harry's hand
was on his wand. "I'm sure it'll be fine." He said, and followed the
other official through a door marked 'Avdelningen fšr magiska varelser
– Division for Magical Beings'.
Vanir turned to the group and opened
a conversation with them. "He will be back with you very soon. So, do you
know where you will be staying?" He asked, directing the question at
Xenophilius.
"Yes, yesÉ we will be camping
at the lake near NŠshulta. We are looking forward to hiking in the
forest." He replied.
"Ahhh, NŠshultasjšn! Very nice
area. Very good choice." Vanir said. He reached behind the counter for a
small brochure that looked muggle-printed, and handed it to Xenophilius.
"This is just a few guidelines for camping. Most of this is common sense
for people that have respect for the environment."
Xenophilius nodded and took the
brochure, leafing though it quickly.
Vanir thought about what he wanted,
and then held his wand to a piece of seemingly blank parchment. A few moments
later he removed his wand and scanned the now full parchment before handing it
over to Xenophilius.
"Here is a map and some directions to
reach your destination. As you can see, we are here in Linkšping. You can take
the shuttle train to Katrineholm, which is a 42 minute journey. From there you
can take a bus ride on line 214 to the bus stop at HškŠrr. From there you can be
driven to FagernŠs in NŠshulta."
Xenophilius took the parchment with
gratitude. "Thank you Vanir, that is very helpful of you." He said.
Vanir waved off the thanks. "It
is nothing." He said, before thinking of something. "Still, if you
should run into Janne Krake, you might say 'goddag' for me." He said this with a smile, wondering if this group
had any experience with ghosts.
Hermione stepped forward and
addressed Vanir. "Excuse me sir, but where would we find Gringott's
branches here?" she asked.
"There are a number to choose
from." Vanir replied. "The main ones are in Stockholm, …stersund, and
here in Linkšping. I'd recommend Stockholm, simply because the bank is right in
the VŠsterlŒnggatan; one of our more famous magical shopping districts."
Vanir rummaged around behind his
counter and pulled out a parchment. He scanned it briefly to check it was what
he was looking for, and then rolled it up into a scroll. "This lists most
of the main services you are likely to need, including the Gringott's
locations. Would you like me to make it into a Portkey to their Stockholm
office?"
"Yes please." Hermione
said, nodding. Vanir concentrated a moment before tapping the scroll with his
wand and murmuring 'Gšra LŠge'." The scroll
glowed blue, and Hermione's eyes widened briefly as she pondered the possible
tactical advantages of casting spells in a language your enemies didn't know
and couldn't prepare for.
Vanir handed her the scroll.
"There you are, miss. Simply tap the scroll with your wand and say 'Gringott's', and this will serve as a one way Portkey for anyone holding it.
She took the scroll with thanks, and
stepped back before unrolling it and becoming lost in the information contained
within it.
Vanir turned back to Xenophilius.
"If there is nothing else, then you are welcome to leave when your friend
returns. He should be back anyÉ ah, there he is now." Vanir said, looking
in the direction of the door Remus has entered earlier, and seeing both men
returning.
The group watched as Remus headed
over to rejoin them. He appeared to be generally happy, and it was hard not to
notice he was now wearing a silvery new earring.
Moody stomped up to him as he
arrived. "Do you know that thing is a Portkey?" He asked Remus.
Remus nodded. "Yes, and a
couple of other things besides. It's designed to portkey me to the 'Anywere' sanctuary for the full moon automatically."
"Want me to disable it?"
Moody asked softly, to avoid being overheard by the staff.
Remus shook his head. "I'm not
sure you could do that without setting off any alarms, and it will probably
activate if you tried. Best just leave it alone. Besides, I'm very curious
about the sanctuary, it soundsÉ quite humane actually." He said,
thoughtfully, before looking around to see everyone focussed on him.
He raised an eyebrow in some
amusement at their attention. "Is it really so surprising that I want to
know more? Britain's treatment of
werewolves is something I've experienced first-hand for most of my life. It
never occurred to me to wonder whether other countries might have a moreÉ
civilised approach."
Minerva approached him from his side
and put a hand on his shoulder. She'd known him since his arrival at Hogwarts
as a first year student, and knew his life had been difficult. "I think I
understand, Remus. It's just a surprise to me- to us- as well."
Remus nodded, and then looked around
at the group. "So, are we done here?"
There was general agreement that
they were ready to go, and they said their farewells to Vanir and Sšren as they
left.
"Varfšr mŒste dom snygga brudarna vara
britter?" (Why do all the pretty birds have to be British?) Sšren asked Vanir as he watched the group leave. Vanir cuffed him
on the back of his head just as the blond girl looked over her shoulder and gave
them a knowing smile. She gave them another little wave before turning back and
attaching herself to the teenaged boy's left arm.
"Det ska fan och vara
gift." (It's a shame I'm married) Vanir
muttered to himself, as he watched them walk off.
~o~
Kingsley Shacklebolt wasn't usually
one to complain about his assignments, yet as he walked down Parliament Street
from the Westminster station, he wondered whether being posted as secretary to
the Muggle PM might be undervaluing his skills just a little.
As he turned the corner into Downing
Street, he had reason to change his mind. A swarm of police were taping off the
area, and his eyes were drawn to the body lying on the side of the street.
'It can't be.' He thought, and started moving towards the figure automatically,
drawing the attention of three nearby bobbies who moved towards him. He pulled
his identification from his pocket and held it up, still staring at the dead
woman.
One of the policemen put his hand on
his chest to physically stop him from moving closer. "That's close enough,
sir. Move along please." The constable said.
'Oh Emmy, what happened?' Kingsley wondered as he walked on to Number 10. It would be hours
before his shift ended and he would have an opportunity to discuss this with
Albus and the rest of the Order.
That afternoon though, the news came
through the PM's office that the Brockdale bridge had been attacked and
destroyed somehow. Kingsley decided it was more important to work back so that
he could stay close and protect his charge, than report the death of Emmeline
Vance.
~o~
Back in the headmaster's office,
Phineas was becoming quite concerned for Fawkes.
That ridiculous device continued its
loud wailing, and the phoenix had gone from distress to trembling over time. Its
sorrowful trills were becoming less frequent now.
'Damn it Dumbledore! Where the
hell are you?' he raged in frustration. There was
nothing he could do but check in at Grimmauld Place periodically, and bully the
other portraits to keep checking their other frames as well.
'He better get here soonÉ'
~o~
Albus Dumbledore was getting quite frustrated.
The Lovegood house was as empty as the others he'd visited, and he had run out
of leads to follow up. There had been no sign of the Order members he'd sent to
Surrey either, and he hoped that they were all safe.
It hadn't occurred to him that
Minerva's claim that Harry was beyond his reach might be based on more than
just words intended to deter him from looking.
'Perhaps Hagrid has heard from
Harry?' he wondered, matching thought to deed as he
apparated to the edge of the forbidden forest. It was the closest spot to
Hagrid's hut that he could reach.
A short walk and another cup of tea
later, Albus was walking from the hut back to his office. Hagrid hadn't even
heard that Harry was missing from the Little Whinging, and it had taken more
time that he wanted to spare to settle the man down.
Taking a shortcut from the main
entrance to his office, he was startled to see someone else in the almost empty
school.
"Ah, Severus I'm surprised to
see you here. I thought you would be enjoying your holidays."
Albus looked at the expression on
the potion master's face and was concerned. "Is there a problem
Severus?" He asked.
"Yes headmaster, there is!"
Snape snarled angrily.
~o~
Harry looked out across the lake. There
was enough light in the land of the midnight sun that he could see the forest
extending on the other bank, and felt an urge to explore. Near where he was
standing was an old wreck of a rowboat that he was sure a Reparo charm or two should be able to fix in the morning, and wondered if
he would get the chance.
"Erecto."
Harry turned at the sound of the
spell in time to see one of the two wizard tents they'd brought along assemble
itself, then stake itself to the ground. Xenophilius put away his wand, and
went inside.
A minute later, a similar, though
substantially newer-looking tent was staked down alongside it, and Moody was
stalking around the campsite casting spells. "Salvia HexiaÉ Protego
TotalumÉ Repello MuggletumÉ Muffliato".
"Alastor, what about 'Cave
Inimicum'?" Minerva asked.
"I was just about to cast
it." Moody grumped, before casting the spell.
"Of course you were."
Minerva agreed, smiling. She caught Harry's eye and, to his surprise, winked at
him to share the joke.
Harry entered the Lovegood's tent
and was once again amazed at what magic could accomplish. What looked like a small
two man tent on the outside was a three bedroom apartment, with bathroom, kitchen
and living area. True, it would be a little crowded if the other six adults
were going to join them, but it had more than enough space for Xenophilius,
himself and the girls. Hermione's parents and the Order members would share the
other tent.
Hearing the girl's voices from
behind one of the closed doors, and seeing Xenophilius moving around the other
bedroom, Harry opened the third door and went into what was going to be his
room for the next few days. Or was it weeks?
He realised that he had no idea how
long they were actually going to be in Sweden. He assumed they would be back at
Hogwarts in September, but then remembered that even that wasn't certain from
what McGonagall had said after her meeting with the headmaster.
He pondered this as he pulled his
trunk out of his pocket and restored it to normal size. He pulled the clothes
out of it and started putting them away in the small wardrobe and drawers.
There was even a small desk and chair he could use to study at, though since he
had just finished his OWLs at the end of last year, he didn't have any summer
homework to complete.
He chuckled as he wondered if
Hermione had realised that yet. She'd be horrified! He made a note to think of some problems that she could work
on solving if it looked like she was getting restless.
'Actually, I do have some work to
do!' He reminded himself. McGonagall had asked him
to write a paper on post owls that she could submit to her friend on the
examinations board.
He tried to work out whether he was
more awake than tired, and decided he could make a start on it at least. He
pulled out some parchment, ink and a quill and placed them on the small desk,
then turned back to his trunk. He sat on his bed as he dug through it trying to
find his Care of Magical Creatures textbooks to see what was already about them.
The Monster Book of Monsters didn't have anything on the subject, and neither did Fantastic
Beasts and Where to Find Them. Harry shook his head
in amazement at the blindness of wizards. One of the most common and useful
magical creatures in the wizarding world was so overlooked, that it didn't even
rate a mention.
Thinking for a moment, he looked up
'House-Elf'. 'HippogriffÉ HorklumpÉ ImpÉ.' Nope,
just as he expected, there was nothing on the subject. Typical. Hermione would
rant for hours if she realised this.
"All right, who are you and
what have you done with Harry Potter?"
'Speak of the devil...' He looked up as he heard Hermione's voice, and saw both Hermione
and Luna in his bedroom doorway. They had both changed ready for bed, and he
was not used to seeing them in their nightwear. Although it was a sight he was quite
willing to become accustomed to, he admitted to himself.
"I just thought I'd do some
work on that paper on post owls Professor McGonagall asked me for." Harry
said.
Hermione moved into the room and
looked down at the book he was reading, then looked at Harry with some
amusement. "Harry, you don't really expect to find post owls listed under
'H' do you?"
He smiled along with her.
"Nope, there was nothing under either 'O' or 'P', so I thought I'd look up
another magical creature that wizards might have overlooked." Harry said,
then counted backwards, '2É1É'
Hermione grabbed at the book in his
hands. "Give me that!" She looked at the page he'd been on, then
flicked to the pages before and after it, before she finally started turning
pages back.
"You won't find then listed
under 'Elf' either." Harry said, knowing exactly what had sparked
Hermione's ire.
"Ooooh, I can't believe it!" She started, and Harry took the book from her hands and
decided to try and head her off before Mount Granger erupted.
"Hey, this is a good thing Hermione. This means you can write the definitive book on
House-Elves and there'll be no competition for sales! I'll write one on post
owls, and Luna will write one on Crumple Horned Snorkacks, since neither of
those are listed either. We're going to make an absolute killing!"
Hermione stared at him for a moment
trying to decide whether he was serious or not, and when she saw his lips
twitch she pushed him back on his bed with an "Oh youÉ I almost thought
you were serious for a minute."
"Nope, I'm Harry." He
replied with a grin, without really thinking about it.
Hermione's eyes widened, and her
smile froze, and Harry realised what he'd said. He sat up on the edge of the
bed again, and Hermione sat down beside him. Luna moved over to the bed and sat
on his other side.
"Are you ok?" Hermione
said cautiously, putting an arm around his back, and the hand on his shoulder.
Harry thought about it. "You
know what? Yeah, I think I am. I mean, it still hurts, but not like it used
to." He said.
Hermione hugged him. "I'm so
glad, Harry." She said.
She felt Harry tense up at the hug and
pulled back to see him looking at Luna, who didn't appear concerned. It didn't
take the smartest witch of her generation long to work out what was going on.
"Oh honestly, Harry. I'm one of
your best friends and your girlfriend knows it.
You don't have to get so worried every time I give you a hug." Hermione
scolded him.
Harry looked at Hermione and then
looked over at Luna who smiled and nodded her agreement.
"Ummm, ok." Harry said.
"SoÉ how did you know? We only worked it out ourselves this
afternoon."
Hermione smiled at him. "Oh,
Harry, I knew before you did!" She said, winking at his look of amazement.
"Alright, I give up,"
Harry said with a light-hearted chuckle. "There's no way I can compete
with the two smartest witches in Hogwarts."
Luna looked surprised. "I
didn't know you'd checked my grades Harry? How did you know I was ahead in my
year?"
Harry looked stunned. "I didn't."
He said, before recovering the amusement he'd had before. "But you agreed
to be my girlfriend, so that proves you're smart!" he said, striking a
pose.
The two girls burst out laughing,
and Harry's smile fell until he realised that that they were laughing with him,
and then he started laughing too.
Hermione recovered first. "Well
Harry, I must say I didn't expect that. You've been soÉ on edge lately, that it's really good to hear you joking around." She
turned to Luna and beamed at the blonde girl. "You keep up the good work
Luna. Our Harry here deserves to be happy."
Hermione gave Harry a kiss on the
cheek and got up and went over to Luna and gave her a hug. "I'm off to
bed. I'll see you in the morning." She said to Harry, and then she walked
out the door and closed it behind her.
"I really do like her a lot,
Harry" Luna said to him.
"Me too," Harry said.
"She's been my closest friend since a couple of months after I started
Hogwarts."
"Friends are very important,
and close friends are like family. You know she loves you, don't you
Harry?" Luna asked.
Harry hadn't gotten used to the way
Luna said exactly what she thought, but resolved to try and do the same since
he was now her boyfriend. "I think I do, Luna" he said.
Luna nodded. "Well she does."
Luna pondered the thought for a moment before adding, "Probably more than
I do actually, but that's because she's known you longer. Why didn't you ever
ask her to be your girlfriend?" She asked.
Harry was a little surprised at the
question, and began to worry that this was some kind of 'girlfriend test'
before realising that Luna would never do something like that. "I really
don't know. I suppose it's because I never thought about her in that way."
Luna frowned. "Why not? Don't
you think she's pretty enough?"
Harry looked a little offended at
the idea. "Huh? Of course she is. That's not it. I suppose that I had her
in a little box in my head marked 'friend', and never considered her for any
other role."
"Or maybe there was another
reason?" Luna prompted.
"Maybe... maybe I just thought
that I didn't want to risk the friendship we had. Or maybe I just got the idea
that Ron had already seen her as a potential girlfriend after the Yule ball in
our 4th year, and I didn't want to poach. It really doesn't matter,
as I'm perfectly happy with you." Harry said.
"That's sweet of you to say,
Harry. I'm just glad we cleared out those wrackspurts today. They really were
giving you the stupidest ideas! We'll have to make sure they don't come back,
because I wouldn't want you to decide to stop being my boyfriend if Ron said he
wanted me."
"I wouldn't do that Luna"
Harry said.
"But you just said you would
let him have Hermione because you thought he wanted her." She cocked her
head to the side inquisitively. "So what is the difference?"
"Well, you are my girlfriend
now, Hermione wasn't." Harry said.
"Hmmm, so if we hadn't had that
conversation this afternoon, and instead Ron had told you yesterday he was
interested in me, you wouldn't have asked me to be your girlfriend?"
"Ummm, I don't know."
Harry said, looking down at his lap. The troubling thing was that he did know.
"You're right Luna, I probably wouldn't have asked. It would have felt
like betraying Ron."
"Why Harry? Why should Ron have
the first chance to court a girl like me or Hermione?"
Harry wrung his hands together
nervously. "I guessÉ I guess I just felt like, you know, he deserved itÉ
and I didn't. I thought that, well, maybe if I let him get the first shot at
any girl we both liked maybe he wouldn't feel like life always handed him
cast-offs and hand-me-downs."
Luna frowned. Harry blanched; he
really didn't like seeing her frown and this was the second time in the last few
minutes. "ThatÉ is very silly, Harry," she intoned severely. "And
very wrong. I thought Ron was your friend?"
"Huh?"
"Well, you just said that you
don't think he has a chance competing with you for a girl's affections,"
Luna answered. "I don't think that is very nice of you."
"But I didn't mean it like
that, I justÉ I guessÉ" he sighed, and resolved to try and think things
through more next time. "You're right, I was being silly, wasn't I?"
He asked her.
Luna smiled. "Yes, you
were."
She leaned in and gave him a tender
kiss. They lost themselves in the kiss for a few minutes before Luna pulled
back.
"I do love you, Harry."
She said. "But I want you to think about what we've talked about tonight.
I want you to be with me because you want to be, not because you've settled for
me because you didn't get the girl you really wanted."
She gave him another kiss before she
said goodnight and left Harry alone with his thoughts.
~o~