Slightly coherent and OC Luna. She would be the one who has travelled back in time, although she can't tell anyone about it, so Harry doesn't know about it. Snape bashing is going to major.
Fifth year, Order of The Phoenix
Harry Potter had been four days into his holidays and angry, sad, horrified, nervous, anxious and a whole lot of things. Most of all, he was angry at himself for not doing enough. Cedric was dead, and it was his fault. He knew at least subconsciously that it wasn't his fault, that there were lot of things overlooked by a lot of important people. At least, the cup should have been checked for tampering, Harry thought angrily, after all, the entire tournament had been started with somebody tampering with the Goblet of Fire to get him into the tournament.
But no, here he was, at his own private prison with the Dursley's without any news. All he knew was that Voldemort was out alive, gathering allies and resources, while here he was; resorting to hiding under windows to gather any news, at the same time, running around trying to exhaust himself to avoid nightmares. Letters sent to Sirius, Ron and Hermione for news had come back with small paragraphs telling him to stay where he was and not to do anything rash (from Sirius 'really').
He hadn't even bothered with Professor Lupin. He had wanted Sirius' answers first and after getting that response, he knew he could never get anything out of Lupin. If Sirius, the insane rash godfather couldn't give him any answers, it would be the height of hopefulness to go to Lupin. On top of that, he had figured from Ron's letter that Hermione was going to join him in the next couple of days and he probably wasn't. Thinking about it just made him angrier.
Getting up from his seat in the park where he had been brooding, he began to walk towards Dursley's house slowly. He was trying not think too much about anything, knowing it would only get him more agitated or depressed.
He was walking up the stairs towards his room when he felt it, a feeling that something was wrong. Pulling out his wand, (he refused to give it up to Vernon and carried it everywhere with him), he slowly opened the door.
"Hello Harry."
Whatever he had been expecting, this definitely wasn't it.
"Please lower the wand, Harry, it could be dangerous."
Not lowering his wand, and looking quite bewildered, he stared at the blonde girl sitting on his bed who looked vaguely familiar.
"Who the hell are you?"
"I am Luna Lovegood. I'm going to be a fourth year Ravenclaw this year. And I wanted to talk to you."
"You are a witch, but you are…."
"Hmm, what? Do I not look like a witch? I went into the village to ask around, you know. It was scary, but I managed, and the pretty girl at the bakery helped me a lot."
"No, you do look like a witch, but what are you doing here?"
Harry stopped and looked at her suspiciously
"Did Dumbledore send you here? Because if he did.."
Interrupting him, Luna simply said
"No."
"Wait, no, what does that mean?"
"No, Dumbledore didn't send me here. I came here all on my own. You see, I had to investigate something myself."
Harry's eyes widened as he sputtered
"Wha…? Ho..w? I thought nobody could find this house. Dumbledore told me I would be safe here."
Luna merely looked confused.
"He did. Well, I didn't come here to hurt you, so there must have been something. But I couldn't feel anything. As for finding you, it was easy."
Harry was completely stunned now. If finding him was easy, as this girl was telling him, anybody could find him. He visibly shuddered at the thought of someone like Malfoy finding this place.
Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Harry completely focused on Luna and began again
"Just how did you find me?"
"Like I said, it was quite easy. I didn't expect to find you so easily. I thought I would have to go ask Ginny for help. Ginny's my friend. And I know you stay at her place for the summer. "
"You know the Weasleys. How..?" Harry trailed off, thinking fast about everything he knew of the Weasleys. He had never heard of Luna. He cursed mentally when he realized that he didn't know a lot about them outside of school or what Mr. and Mrs. Weasley did. It didn't help that he wasn't exactly friendly with Ginny. Her crush made him feel quite awkward around her.
Suddenly realizing that Luna was still speaking, Harry focused on her
"…So I thought, I could get Ginny to confirm it for me. But the Weasley's have left for the summer without any way to contact them. I don't have an owl, you see. So I couldn't owl them. And I don't know the floo address of the place they are at."
Harry picked up something important in the small speech.
"The Weasleys are not at the Burrow?"
Luna seemed slightly surprised at the interruption, then continued on
"No, they are not there. Not that they were there at any time in the summer. They could have been there earlier, but I only went to see Ginny about two days ago and they weren't there. And I didn't want to ask my father for help. So I thought and thought, then I figured somebody in the ministry would have known your address, so I decided to go to the ministry. But then, I didn't know the ministry's floo address either."
Luna stopped there slightly to take a breath.
Harry who was sure now that Luna wasn't an enemy, was getting a little amused at her retelling of the adventure for finding him, prompted her to continue
"What did you do then?"
"Ah, but there was still a way to the ministry."
Here, Luna sat up and looked at him intensely, as though, making a revelation
"I hadn't yet tried 'the Knight Bus' yet. So, early morning yesterday, I stood outside my house on the road and stuck my hand out. Then there it was, the knight bus was there. This Stan Shunpike guy, though speaks a lot."
Harry chuckled at this, while Luna looked confused. Shrugging, she continued
"He kept on talking. And then, he told me about how a celebrity –Harry Potter had once travelled on the Knight Bus…"
Harry had gone still on hearing that. He had honestly dismissed that whole day with the exception of the bloated up. Some memories were too good to forget.
Coming out of his ponderings he looked up at Luna only to see her staring at him. It seemed he had missed an important part of her explanation.
"Sorry, could you repeat that?"
"Oh, Ok, I just asked Stan Shunpike if the knight bus could take me to the place where they Harry Potter flagged it down. And they said they could, so I told them to take me there and here I am."
Harry, once again felt as if he was missing something, when it suddenly clicked into place in his mind
"Wait, you told me that you got into the knight bus yesterday, then how come you are just reaching here now?"
"Oh, that. Well, I found this place yesterday. But you see, when I was walking towards this house, I saw a man on your neighbor's front yard. He had an invisibility cloak which he just wore. I was really lucky, since he didn't notice me. But, he wasn't wearing it correctly, I could see his shoes from time to time. So, I followed him and he was following you, it was a fun game, so I forgot to talk to you."
Harry felt his anger rise again as he began to figure it out. He was being followed, more like a bloody bodyguard standing guard over him and reporting whatever he was doing. Something he wasn't even told about. A small part of his mind right at the back, mentally thanked the gods, that he hadn't done anything embarrassing since leaving school.
Taking another breath and trying to control his anger, Harry walked over to the bed and sat down besides Luna who didn't' seem at all perturbed by any of the surprises she had flung on him.
"So, are you going to answer me?"
Remembering that Luna had actually come here to talk to him about something, Harry concentrated on her.
"Yes, so what do you want to know?"
"Does your head hurt too, when you look at Professor Snape?"
Completely thrown again by that question, Harry almost slipped to the floor from the bed. He had been expecting some kind of questions about Voldemort, considering what had just happened at the end of Triwizard Cup and Dumbledore's announcement of Voldemort's existence right in the middle of the Great Hall. He had been annoyed at that. Dumbledore had simply dropped a bomb and then done a disappearing act.
Answering Luna, he simply said
"Yeah, sometimes."
Wondering why Luna was asking about it, he asked
"Why?"
"I think he's somehow reading our minds. Ginny's head also hurts sometimes in class and she told me that right after that Snape would usually ask her some sort of hard question which she couldn't answer. We theorized Snape was reading our minds simply to ask hard questions. What do you think?"
Well, his head really did hurt when he talked to Snape, though he didn't think Snape was actually reading his mind. If he was, that was another grievance to add to his long list. Still, the entire thing required investigation and from what he had seen of magic, he definitely wouldn't put mind reading past Snape.
"He might be capable of reading minds. We don't know if it is possible and if possible, is he capable of it. Say, if there is a way to read minds, there must be a way to defend against it as well."
Talking to Luna was surprisingly calming his anger. Also, this new Snape problem was giving him a target to focus on. Thinking furiously, he asked
"Luna, if there is such a magical skill, how do we go about finding it and can you find out about it? Will it be safe to ask people about it? No, don't answer that, it will definitely be unsafe asking questions about mind reading."
Harry had a sudden vision of Lockhart, if removing memories was possible, then reading them should be possible as well. A person should know what memories he was removing or else he could possibly completely wipe out a person.
That was when Luna announced that she had go home before her dad figured out she was gone. To do that, she would have leave shortly.
Thinking fast, he pulled out his vault key from his trunk
"Luna, if possible, can you make a short trip to Diagon ally. There must be some sort of book or anything that could provide information on this type of magic. And try and ask your father about it."
"OK, I'll try that."
Luna got up to go and had just reached the door, when she turned
"Um, can you go first? Your friend will follow and therefore won't notice me as I move out."
"Right, I'll do that."
Suddenly, Harry was actually happy to do something, something on his own, his own small way to rebel against everybody.
"I'll come over day after tomorrow at the same time, so you would have to do this again then."
Happy about finding a good partner in his rebellion, Harry simply nodded and moved out of his room.
Moody has better things to do, so he's not stalking Harry. Therefore, what happens in Harry's room has no witness.
