"...And thank you Mr. Harry Potter for speaking with us tonight! Always wonderful to hear from the boy who saved us alll hahah!"

"No, thank you Gervis, it was my pleasure," Harry's voice crackled over the broadcast, a little hoarse from the long interview he'd just done.

"Yes, hopefully we'll see you again soon, and in good health! Ahaha, and that's the show for tonight listeners, tune in again tomorrow night for an in depth analysis of Minister Bones' new economic reforms and what they mean for you. This is Gervis Tudeor wishing you a good night!"

The soft jazzy music of late night radio followed the end of another long interview for Harry. This time, it had been for Channel Six's Late Nights with Gervis Tudeor. The two hour long dialogue had consisted of Harry telling the exact same stories he had been telling for the past 3 months, but slightly rephrased, for a seemingly new perspective on his defeat of Voldemort. Gervis was a good radio host and had done a great job of keeping the energy up, but frankly, there was nothing to be added to the story. Everybody knew exactly what happened, how Harry did it, who had been involved, where everything had gone down, and who had died for the cause. That last one was still quite sore for Harry, and most presenters had learnt at this point to avoid picking too much at the topic.

Either way, that was the last radio interview for a while now. He had another photo shoot for the Quibbler tomorrow for some article about Stubby Boardman and the work he was currently doing for the elves in Barcelona at the moment (because obviously, that's what Stubby Boardman was doing during his absence from the British Wizarding community). That, he was looking forward to a little. Luna was going to be there, and she was always good to talk with.

Luna and Harry had become quite close after Voldemort's defeat. Not in a romantic or sexual way, but similar to Harry's relationship with Hermione. Luna was understanding, in her own weird way, and never thought to judge him for how he was. To him, she brought him the same comfort that you would feel on a rainy day when you forgot your umbrella, but got home to find the heating was on and the house was warm. The kind of comfort that woollen socks and hot tea brought in the dead of winter. That wholesome hugs and sweet caramel sweets brought when you'd been feeling down and lonely. Luna was special. Not everyone understood their relationship. Many thought they were sleeping together. This was probably because Luna was a very hands on person, in that she would great him with a hug instead of words, and would often lean on him in the middle of a street, causing both of them to walk into someone else. That was just how they were together. Ginny certainly didn't understand their relationship. She seemed to be in a constant bad mood every time Harry hung out with Luna, which honestly, wasn't that often anyways.

"I really think, Harry, that only your girlfriend should be allowed to hang off of you in public like that! It just looks bad, y'know? Like you don't respect me! What am I supposed to tell everyone else? That my boyfriend doesn't even respect me? Cause that's what it looks like!"

To this, Harry would usually respond that Luna didn't hang off of him, but leaned on him instead, to which Ginny would react negatively to, and Hermione would later smack him for. But honestly, it was leaning. Not hanging. There is a difference.

Anyways, that photoshoot was tomorrow. The edition with his face plastered all over it would be published at the start of next month, which would boost the sales for a little while. In the mean time, all Harry had to do was say goodbye to everyone in the studio and head home.

Apparating home to his apartment, there was a small pile of letters on his doormat, left by impatient owls who wanted to go home early rather than deliver to him in person. There was also a single owl sleeping softly on the perch he had had installed, with a letter loosely clutched in its beak. This one, he took immediately, relieving the owl of its duty. After a moment, the owl flew off, and Harry gathered the rest of the letters on the floor. Most of them looked to be fan mail. The thicker ones tended to be from his persistent admirers, who were determined to thank him as frequently as possible for the service he had provided to the wizarding world. There were also those who seemed determined to tell him in explicit detail how good he looked in his last magazine photo shoot. Which was a month ago. Those got used as kindling for the fireplace. After sorting out the fan mail, there were two letters left. One, from the Quibbler's photographer, telling him what time to be at the photoshoot location. The next one, was from Ginny. It was a white piece of card with a lipstick mark on it.

Well that was a waste of parchment... Harry thought, turning it over and checking the back for any message. There was none. She could have just kissed me when we saw each other this morning. Perhaps she's feeling lonely. I'll send some flowers or something. Tomorrow perhaps.

Putting those two letters aside, Harry took off his shoes and changed into his thickest pyjama set, which had little green and gold snitches floating around the cuffs. In addition to this, he changed into a pair of woolly socks that he had charmed to be warm always. Luna's idea.

Ahh... I really underestimated Dumbledore's genius when he said he wanted socks for presents rather than books. The man knew what he was talking about.

Grabbing a cup of tea from the kitchen, he wondered over to the single massive armchair in his living room and tiredly fell into it,making sure not to spill his tea. Breathing a deep sigh, he let his body be absorbed by the softness of the chair.

What a long night. Thankfully no more radio talks for a month at least. After tomorrows photo shoot, I'll have a little time to finally just catch up with everyone. I haven't been able to properly see Ron or Hermione for ages... Hopefully they understand. Hermione didn't sound to mad in her letters, she seemed more focused on her study project. What else would I expect from her, heh... Ron though. Maybe when I send Ginny flowers tomorrow, which I'll have to remember to do, I'll send him something too. A voucher for George's shop would probably fix him up. Or perhaps that keeper's jersey he mentioned a couple times in his last letter. Hm... I reckon Ron was trying to be subtle about that one... Classic Ron. I'll have to owl in and see if they do mail service. Quiditch stores often don't. I wonder if anywhere else sells that jersey?

Late at night was the only time Harry was able to just think about things and collect his thoughts. During the day, his schedule was still full to the point where he couldn't rest, and at night he was either doing business related things, or having dinners with important figures in the community. He'd managed to gain at least 2 kilos from the amount of meals he'd been having out. That wasn't really a bad thing, though, considering how thin he was to start off with. It was still strange to have something to grab at on his stomach though.

Pulling himself out of his thoughts about Ron's proposed gift, Harry yawned, then finished off his now lukewarm tea. The tea had settled in his stomach, warming his insides and making his eyelids droop.

Time to go to bed then. Gotta have a fresh face for tomorrow.

And off he went to bed, his bones weary but a soft satisfied smile on his face. Tea and woolly socks really did wonders for a tired soul.

Harry's eyes were watering and a little dry from the flashing of the camera in his face. His skin felt heavy from the thick foundation charm on his face, and his hair felt gluey and gross from the product that had been applied to calm it. The photographer shouted directions at him from behind the lens, telling him to look both more relaxed and alert at the same time. That he had to stick his hands in his pockets, but also brush the base of his jaw with his fingers. That he had to charm the camera with his 'beautiful smile' while giving his sexiest bedroom eyes to the camera. On the side, Luna was giving him the strangest grin. She was probably finding this hilarious, Harry thought as he tried to cooperate with the wishes of the lady yelling at him.

There's only so much I can do with my body before it becomes some obscure type of witchcraft... This is crazy.

"Aaand that should be good Harry, thanks, you were great!" The camera lady shouted, stopping her camera waving to shake his hand brusquely and walk away to discuss her photos with the rest of the crew.

Great? That wasn't really the impression I was getting from the camera... Oh well, that's done.

"Harry, that was really interesting. The whole time you looked like you'd had a doxxy inserted up your ass and it was struggling to escape. Like, fighting for it's life."

"Thanks Luna, I'll try to work on my expression then, yeah?"

"Oh no, I thought this was your best photo shoot with us yet. Keep the doxxy look. The doxxy look works for you."

"Yeah, you thought so?"

"Yeah, it made you look really determined. You just shouldn't tell anyone else what you were determined to do, even though we both know it was to do with your nether regions. It would take away from the significance of the article if everyone heard that."

"Oh yeah, for sure. I'll keep my mouth shut. Let Stubby's story shine this time round."

Luna was a gem. Honestly.

"Oh yeah, Harry, did you want to come exploring with me after the shoot today? There's a new section of London I've found that I think may have some significance to my father's sickness. I want to banish any evil creatures from the area and see if that helps."

It won't. But I'll pretend it will.

"Yeah, that sounds great Luna, let me just get changed first, okay?"

"Sweet, I'll see you in a sec!"

As she turned and skipped off to who knows where, her dirty blond hair caught the shine of the studio lights and filled Harry's vision momentarily. It was like being attacked by an ocean of blonde. Her hair smelt like cherries.

How strange. Luna smells like pears, but her hair smells of cherries.

Another strange observation to add to his list of Luna-associated mysteries.

Fifteen minutes later and Harry was being pushing into people around them by Luna's face leaning on his shoulder. His brown jacket had the sleeves pushed up because it was slightly warmer in the busy street than it had been in the studio, even under the heavy lights. Everyone around him was wearing much lighter jackets than he and Luna were.

"Luna, we're not even in London. I don't even think we're in the UK, that person was speaking German."

"Were they? Or did your brain just listen in German?"

"No, my brain is listening to you in English, so I don't think its just me. Everyone else is also speaking German, I was just using that person as a passing specific example."

"Oh. Maybe we're in the German part of London then."

"Was that where you wanted to go though? I thought you had a specific place in mind."

"I do have a specific place in mind. It was probably not the German part of London, I'll give you that."

"So we're in the wrong place, yeah?"

"Yeah, I'd say so."

Two minutes later, and they were on a significantly less crowded street. It seemed like more of a side street than their previous location, which had looked like a main street somewhere. As they stood slightly to the side of the street, trying to work out where they were, a lady with six dogs on leashes walked past. The dogs were all panting from the excitement of being on a walk, and from the mixed jackets that they were all wearing. The heavy pants came out in clouds of smelly dog breath. Two of the dogs steered from the path of the lady and veered in Harry's direction, desperate to say hello.

Squatting down to pet the dogs, who ferociously greeted him with licks and stinky dog breath, Harry smiled at the energy in the small animals.

How can you be so excited about everyone? Would dogs be as excited to say hello to a stranger on the street if he were a mass murderer? Surely somewhere in the evolution of domesticated dogs, some degree of suspicion was added to the mix.
Perhaps they can pick up someone's character through their scent. Would a mass murderer smell different to a regular person? Would you be able to smell the death on them? I wonder what Voldemort smelled like towards the end... Death and cold things probably.

Luna was talking to the dog walking lady.

"Oh yeah, I've got so many dogs. Seven probably. I couldn't give you an exact number though you see, because I'm actually completely blind, so I have to just guess how many I've got. You can try and touch them and tell them apart like that, but they all feel pretty similar to me. That's because I've got no feeling from my elbows down on both arms. After the accident, everything went a little numb. Kinda like if you had gloves full of ice cubes and wore them all the time. I wouldn't remember what that feels like though. Because I can't feel anything in my arms. My doctor says that this is normal for someone of my temperament. I have no idea what he means. I just pay him and leave. That's him over there, talking to your other dogs. He's also completely blind. We make quite the pair, don't you think?"

"O-oh, uh, I guess so, yeah... Uh, what did you say your name was again?" The lady stuttered, trying to control the rest of her dogs, who were busy tangling the leashes together.

"Cornelius Fudge. I run a major fashion label, I doubt you've heard of it. It's extremely successful and I'm very rich."

"Oh thats good, I suppose..."

"It really is."

"...uh-"

"Wilbur, it's time to go!" Luna cried, nudging Harry's squatting figure with her heel.

Jumping up, Harry collected himself, brushing off his pants from any stray dog hairs.

"Yep, lunch time it is! Some fresh lunch will do us just right!" Harry declared, trying to continue with whatever story Luna had created.

"Right you are Wilbur, time to fill these empty bellies with some fresh fresh food. I will see you another time Anita-"

"-Samantha," the lady corrected

"-and hopefully you won't be tied to so many dogs next time. Good luck on your adventures!" With that, Luna grabbed Harry's hand and frog marched them off down the street, continuing until they were out of sight of the lady.

"She seemed like a nice lady. Pity about being tied to all those dogs though," Luna mused, letting go of Harry's arm to ruffle her hair into an even messier state of chaos.

"Oh, the dogs were great too. Excellent lickers. Loads of enthusiasm, and you've gotta give them some points for that I think."

"That's a very fair point Harry, you always have to take into account the enthusiasm of the licking."

"Indeed."

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I have no plans for this story at this point, it is completely ramblings. There is no direct, but hopefully it's not unpleasant to read. Disclaimer, I dont own the characters or world.

I'm currently on holidays, and very sleep deprived, so there will probably be errors in the spelling, but lots of uploads.