Authors Note: This is my first fanfiction so fair warning, I know this is a short chapter, but I was so excited to post I couldn't wait. I may add up to three more chapters to this depending on how people feel about it; I will add at least one more.

Harry stirred before slowly opening sleep-encrusted eyes, turning over he reached out an arm only to find that the other side of the bed was cold. As if moving through molasses he got up reaching blindly around for his glasses, after seeing them and shoving them on to his face he proceeded to stand up and walk towards the door. As someone familiar with the room he maneuvered around a chair seemingly stranded randomly off to the side near the entrance. Opening the door he walked into a cozy looking sitting room with all of the lights on, sitting in the middle of the couch with her back to the door, blonde hair shining in the light sat Luna Lovegood.

"Do you want some tea?" He asked moving in front of her before speaking as not to startle her.

"Only if you want to make it," she replied with a smile on her face and a far-away look in her eyes. Harry smiled as he walked through the living room and into the kitchen, pulling down mugs from a cabinet above the sink. Walking over to the stove he picked up a copper burnished kettle that had the air of a well used and loved, item. After setting it in the oven to boil he got down two packets of licorice mint tea from the cabinet to the right of the one where he got the mugs. Walking over to the food cabinet he got out a tray of biscuits, and while he was arranging them on a plate, the tea kettle began to whistle. Pausing in the biscuit arrangements he went over to the stove and poured the boiling water into the cups, he liked this nightly ritual; it calmed his mind from whatever project was currently going on at work.

Balancing both cups and his plate of biscuits he walked out the living room, setting the tray down he sat next to his wife on the couch.

"How was work?" A question seemingly inncocent was an inquiry if it was okay for her to talk about work.

"Fine as always, you?" Her response meant that she was in the middle of yet another project she couldn't talk about until it was finished.

"A little busy," he also couldn't talk about whatever was going on in the Department of Mysteries. "Why did you get up?" What he wanted to know was why she didn't get him up when she woke up.

"I was just overthinking to be confined to the room; you know how the nargles are." It meant that she was thinking about the future or the past. He knew what it was like when you were stuck in the past; you couldn't stop thinking about it until you accepted that there was nothing he could do to change it. Luna had helped him work through it, and he had helped her.