"Harry!"
Hermione's voice pierced Harry's dreams jolting him awake. "Mmmmgggh." An unintelligible grunt passed Harry's lips before he could gain control of his vocal chords.
"Mmmmgggh? Really Harry, is that all you can manage?"
Harry was bolt upright now blinking warily at the figure in the doorway. Hermione stood, one hand on her hip running the other running frustratedly through her bushy brown hair. "I'm up. I'm up." Harry scrambled to his feet earning himself a disdainful look as Hermione took in his nakedness.
"I want you out of here by midday," and, turning sharply Hermione stormed out.
Harry glanced at the clock. Five minutes. Really, who does she think I am, superman? Harry sighed and, pulling out his wand gave it a flick causing his array of meager belongings to arrange themselves not untidily in an already open trunk. Another flick and the trunk vanished. Grabbing his broom and Hedwig's cage Harry headed downstairs.
Hermione was nowhere to be seen as he made his way to the kitchen. George however was seated at the kitchen table a number of strange objects in front of him. As Harry watched one of them emitted a puff of smoke, exploded and then vanished as if nothing had happened.
"I can see that you're the reason that Hermione's in such a brilliant mood today," Harry said eying George suspiciously. George looked guiltily back at Harry. "Anyway." Harry moved on. " I'll get out of your hair. Try not to piss Hermione off anymore than I have."
George smiled weakly up at him.
Harry left. It was time anyway. He'd been freeloading for a little over a month but had already more than outstayed his welcome. Couple that with George and Hermione being newlyweds and he was nothing more than a pest. It was time to find his own place.
The streets were surprisingly empty. But then, since the war not many people had fitted themselves back into a routine, or even felt safe outside. It suited Harry fine. No false smiles or forced greetings to deal with today. Harry noticed the cat as he turned the corner. Silvery grey it walked nonchalantly towards him. Harry raised an eyebrow. "So Luna, is there any particular reason for the cat form?"
Suddenly the cat was gone. In it's place stood an extremely pretty young witch, dirty blonde tied in a ponytail over one shoulder, silvery grey eyes appraising Harry's less than kempt appearance.
"Harry, have you ever heard of a comb?"
Harry grinned apologetically. "What can I say Luna, my hair is just naturally untidy."
Luna frowned. "It's a wonder Hermione didn't kick you out three weeks ago with that appearance."
Harry grinned again. "Well I'm out now, and looking for a place of my own, got any leads?"
"Depends…" Luna looked thoughtful for a moment, then suddenly. "You don't mind sharing?"
"What?"
"Sharing. You don't mind sharing? Luna said exasperated.
"Uh no, sharing's fine, just fine," Harry said hurriedly.
"Good." Luna smiled.
Harry gulped; Luna's smile was dangerous. "Here."
Harry refocused looking down. Luna was holding out a scrap of paper gesturing for him to take it. He took it nervously holding it carefully as if the thing would explode in his face.
"It's an address."
"Huh?"
"An Address Harry, and address," Luna looked scathingly at his reaction.
"Uhm, right," Harry said holding the paper slightly more tightly. Luna sighed.
"Look Harry, you either take it or leave it, it's up to you.
"I'll take," Harry replied hastily. "Thanks a bunch Luna"
"Well, just as long as it's not a wasted effort," Luna said smiling.
And she was gone, a silvery grey cat replacing her at Harry's feet.
"Really Luna. Why the cat?"
The cat scratched him.