War changes a person. War when you're not even technically adult, shapes a person. For Harry Potter and his friends, who grew up unable to show affection without putting another life on the line, it can be said that they lost all sense of boundaries when the dark side lost the war. It grew common to see Harry Potter snogging a random member of the D.A. for anything really, or perhaps find Luna Lovegood snuggled against any given Weasley or Longbottom or Potter.
It made things rather uncomfortable for those who don't know the dynamic, so, after they'd all retaken their courses-learning how torture each other is hardly effective in the workplace- they set out to find somewhere not riddled with the ghosts- quite literally, thank you- of their past lives. For this is the reason you could find a gaggle of Potter's closest friends residing in a small town in Virginia, in a not so small manor made by Antares Black in the 1800s before the creation of the town, and before being killed by witch hunters who took his home, only to be reclaimed a decade later by his son Altair Black, with the help of the goblins.
It was heavily inspired by the architecture of Hogwarts, creating a home away from home feel for the friends. It was tall and imposing, 3 stories high with 3 towers sticking in artistic positions on the manor, acres of land as far as the eye could see. Moving in was spur of the moment decision, one that happened after 3 bottles of Ogden's best and a heap of paperwork from the goblins describing the intricate details of the Black and Potter finances. He still hadn't gone through even a fourth of the stack when Luna giggled and launched herself on the table, snatching a parchment before it could fall "Our fates shall change in mystic fall" she proclaimed before promptly passing out, and that was it.
The Golden Trio and Neville and Luna, of course, left all they had behind, admittedly very little, and had the goblins set up a portkey and debit card to use amongst the muggles the very next day. That is how you could find a group of 5 gorgeous brits, strolling along to the only place to eat in town, the grille. "Not very creative are they" grumbled Hermione "Mystic Grille, Mystic High, I think I saw a Mystic Motel somewhere on the way into town". Harry sighed with a pout, whining "C'mon mione, give it a chance for me please?". "It is rather quaint" agreed Luna before quickly continuing "though there seems to be a nargle infestation, I'm sure Harry could help, he's lost his after all."
"Harry will do no such thing!" Hermione sneered, knowing nargles never led to anything good. "We are here peace, let's not forget that, please," she begged, desperately hoping her best friend wouldn't find some trouble to wrestle himself into. An assortment of hmn's and snorts went around the group, no doubt reading her very thought. "Yes well um, well here's the restaurant," Hermione stammered "No doubt, you'll all behave". With that she flipped her hair over her shoulder and walked straight in, her snickering friends following at a sedate pace.
The place was overrun by teens, not that they were ones to talk, but hey, they were technically adults. "This is reminding me a bit too much of the Gryffindor common room," Ron remarked sliding into an empty booth. "I completely agree with your assessment Ronald" smiled Luna, the others not bothering to question how Luna could possibly know that. They chatted idly as they waited to give their orders, "You think ol' mister Antares had a nice booze cupboard we could raid?" as Neville, Hermione sending him a scathing look "do you only ever think about alcohol?!". Neville looked thoughtful for a moment before sending Hermione a winning grin, "Not entirely, I also sometimes think that Luna looks nice".
Hermione growled in frustration, "we're young, we've had a shitty existence, don't any of you want something more?" sensing an oncoming rant Harry pulled her close clashing their lips together using Hermione's shocked gasp as leverage, deepening the kiss, once she melted into his form he pulled back and looked into her eyes. "Hermione, love," Harry cooed "we're young, we've had a shitty existence, we have a fortune at our disposal and a house in every corner of the world, worry later okay? We're here for peace, yeah?" at her reluctant nod Harry placed a small kiss on her temple.
At that point the waiter had arrived, flashing them a winning smile. "Hi there. Matt Donovan." He pulled out some menus and handing them out towards the occupants of the table, a curious expression took his face, "are you lot just passing through, or are you here to stay, because if so let me be the first to say welcome". A light chuckle spread across the table before Ron stood and exclaimed "Thank you, yes it's true Harry Potter and his loyal servants have come to stay, here, here, to the king," the others rose just quickly repeating "to the king!" leaving a flustered Harry as the only seated. That too changed quickly when he stood and declared "My first order of business shall be a party, the likes of which this town has never seen, this Friday, you're invited Mr. Donovan, please spread the word." He promptly returned to his seat the others following suit.
"Also we'll take 5 of you're favorite orders off the menu, thank you" Hermione decided. With that, he left to quickly get their orders, whispers of new people and a party already traveling around town. When he returned with their food they all thanked him, before Luna reminded him of the party, "Friday night, 9, at the old Black property off Leaden Crossing and Temple Road, we would ever so appreciate it if you invite your friends!"
Two men walked in as the watched Matt walk away, immediately catching Harry's eyes. The others noticed the gleam in Harry's eyes and groaned, "Luna" Neville comments and like normal, she got up and sat on Harry's lap to keep him restrained. It was a relatively normal occurrence for someone to pop up that Harry simply can't resist, it was an awful inconvenience. Luna pulled his head up to look at her and kissed away his soft whimpers and pouts. "Harry," she cautioned as Harry was slowly pulled out of his trance-like state. "I know, I know, but he's pretty" Harry complained, reverting back to his awkward 5th year Cho induced state.
The group just shook their head, "Eats dark lords for breakfast but enter one pretty face and you have this mumbling mess." Ron exclaimed laughing. "Harry mate shall we remind you of your awful escapades with Cedric" "and Cho" Neville added, "you act like a child, anytime someone catches your fancy.". Harry was becoming more embarrassed by the second, "and remember Jess Durand? You gave her a chateau in France before we could put an end to that." Harry huffed offended, "I'll have you know that was true love!" Ron, however, could care less continuing in much the same manner "Oh and lets not forget you were so clingy and cheesy when your in like, Ginny, who was convinced she'd be the future Mrs. Potter, can't be around you for more than a few days before you go all weird." Hermione squealed with delight picking up a fry and tossing it towards Ron who caught it with his mouth "I see you one Ginny Weasley and Raise you a Charlie Weasley, who might I add has hidden himself at the preserve, refusing to leave Romania unless he gets a million vows harry won't go near him."
Putting his head on the table Harry could have cried, "your supposed to be my loyal servants and this is how you treat me" sniffled Harry. With a forlorn look, he was about to open his mouth and say he was ready to leave until Luna's eyes widened comically and she jumped out her chair, slamming her fists onto the table. "Draco Malfoy" she screeched, many of the surrounding occupants staring at her oddly, not that she cared, she couldn't stop laughing and neither could the others. The name made Harry pale shaking his head begging her not to continue, only when she'd caught her breath she wheezed out, "you tried to court a betrothed ice prince, a straight betrothed ice price!" At that moment Harry slumped in defeat, leaning against Neville knowing they could continue this game for hours and often did. As a matter of fact, Hermione thought it'd be a brilliant idea to create Harry's Crushes version of guess who. It was a hit at family gatherings.
As their game of humiliating Harry continued, Harry simply took out his copy Beetle and the Bard and started reading. He'd found himself enjoying the stories after the war, and could often be found with a muggle pen scrawling amongst the margins. He figured it had to do with the fact that a piece of his family history was apart if it, and as a child, he never got the opportunity to enjoy children's literature, Merlin forbid anything to do with magic! Eventually, they stopped discussing Harry's awful experience with love moving into more mundane discussions, occasionally asking harry his opinion only to receive nonchalant replies. None of them noticed the smirking vampire at the bar, or his calculating demeanor, none except Luna who simply smiled, yes, a change in fate indeed.
In case you couldn't tell, Luna is a seer, just not a full fledged seer, her 'sight' mainly effects her emotions, so she new going to mystic falls felt like the right idea, and at this point the others have realized, which is why the nargles basically mean troubles brewing. Also, I completely forgot about Ginny, but i figured if Harry really was all lovey dovey and clingy with her she'd sooner punch him than kiss him, especially after being her own hero for a year, I don't think she could manage a Harry who just needs affection and reassurance, especially with her rising quiditch career. About Harry, I think growing up without any love and then being thrown into a war would make him pretty starved for affection, so here he is, acting like the kid he never got to be with crushes practically consuming him because he never had anyone to help in the love department. Also if anyone says anything about Harry's lack of control keeping his hands to himself, i reiterate, he's been touch starved his whole life, his friends know this, and they support him as best as they can.