Guardians

Summary: One dead cop. One dead friend. Twenty five years after Voldemort is gone, do old demons remain? Or must Luna and Co. face a new, much more terrifying new enemy?

Luna glided from one shadow to another. Years of practice had taught her when to move and when to hide from the Aurors, despite the fact she was now one of them. At least, she was during the day.

"Looks like Longbottom's past finally got caught up with him, eh?" stated the first auror.

"All I know is that it was definitely a long way to the bottom," joked the second detective.

Indeed it was a long fall for anyone from the thirty-second story. The first auror thought out loud, "I wonder if you're awake, you know, when you hit the black-top." Luna felt a bit sick, thinking of Neville falling, perhaps looking at his attackers as he plummeted to the ground below him.

"I really don't want to think about that. Wanna grab a coffee?" asked the other auror, as they walked out of the crime scene. It took Luna a half hour to find what she was looking for. Behind a picture of Neville's parents, there was an old, weathered chocolate frog's card with the name of Harry Potter scrawled across the bottom, yet no picture in it. She recognized the Order's old secret way of communication, back when the second war really got bad. Turning, she quietly left the building for her desk, bent on finding out what demons had resurfaced.

The next day Luna read the report: It was almost immediately ruled out as a burglary gone wrong; it was a clear hit, although most of Neville's stuff was ransacked. There was a small struggle which ended when his wand was snapped. The attackers then threw the defeated ex-Order member through a thick glass window with enough force to make his body fly into the middle of the street below, right into busy mid-day traffic. There was no trace of magic used by either the attackers or Neville.

Well, Luna thought, they must have known that we could identify magic, and therefore went muggle on the attack. It was a vicious attack, so it must have been personal. Perhaps some old enemies form the war. No one newer would have been out of jail just yet, so I'll be looking for history here. Besides myself, there's Ron, Hermione, Gin, and Harry who use to partner with Neville. Maybe another dark lord, perhaps? If so, why not Harry first? Unless it is Harry… need sleep…

Thinking of the Woolly Skittlerumps and what happens when they don't rest, Luna finished her day, and went to her lonely apartment to stare at the back of her eyelids for the rest of the night.

Ron left another date with his newest girlfriend. Needless to say, he went home earlier then he would have liked. His small house wasn't nearly as homey as the Burrow, but not many places were. It worked for him. Approaching the front door, he noticed he had left the kitchen light on. Seeing the corresponding window wide open, he grew worried.

Drawing nearer his stoop, the ex-Order member pulled out his wand from its hiding place. Silently opening the door, Ron slowly worked the correct angles of attack to make sure he wasn't getting a surprise in the hallway. The sight of a shadow passed across the kitchen door, confirming he had a visitor. Ron's mind struggled to recall what the Order had instilled in him twenty years ago for just this situation. He barreled into the door for his onslaught, only then noticing who it was.

"Luna!"

"Good morning, Ron" Luna said as she slurped up some beans from a can. "Got hungry while I was waiting. Hope you don't mind…"

"No, no, but you know it isn't morning."

"Sure it is. Only in Moscow right now, though. That's where I was born, and how I set my watch."

"Of course Luna…" Ron stumbled out.

"Anyway, just wanted to let you know Neville's dead."

"What!? When did this happen?"

"Yesterday. Someone thought he had a high-opinion of himself, so let him met up with the ground again."

"You mean someone threw…"

"Right onto Euston Road. From his apartment. Just thought you'd want to know, since we're probably next on the list. Try locking your windows next time, too easy to break in. Tootles," And with that, she left through the same window to enter through, and then apperated away to find the next person on her own list, ignoring the sobbing man behind her.

Harry was working with a new magic. He did that a lot, much to Ginny's sorrow. Sure, they were married, but Ginny felt more distant from him ever since he inherited Magic itself. It bended to his will, or perhaps Magic bended Harry to its will. It didn't matter to his wife. With all those new advances of magic, there was such little time to spend with her. Of course, society demanded that newer, safer magic be found, and Harry had to heed that call.

Luna knew she was bound to set off a few wards if she hadn't been one of those who made them. Even so, it was a difficult task breaking into the home of Harry Potter.

Ginny had woken up to her husband's hands caressing her side while his lips played with her ear. She moaned in pleasure before she realized that another set of hands were messaging her feet. She jumped out of the bed, only to see 2 Harrys with her in bed.

"What the hell, Harry?!"

"What, I can't pleasure my wife?"

"But why are there two of you?"

"I just copied myself. I know I've been lax lately with you, but I can't get a break from my work"

"Are you telling me that you copied yourself to be with me?"

"Just to make you happy…"

"Wait one moment…" she stomped out to what Harry called the lab. Inside, she found another Harry messing with a machine she didn't know how to work. Her face reddened with anger.

"Harry James Potter!" She yelled in anger, "I am your bloody wife, not some dumb project of yours. Sometimes I require some attention, not some damn attempt to please me. I want you to be there for me. Not any copies. You. I've had it up to…" Her speech was interrupted by Luna dropping into the lab from the above sky-light, only to have Harry float her in mid-air before she crashed onto the floor.

"Good morning. Sorry to disturb you guys, but Neville's dead."

Ginny paled, while Harry allowed the magic to turn Luna upright and standing on the floor.

"Yes. I've heard. Auror command asked me to look into it, but they didn't use any magic, so I can't trace them. Command thinks it's linked to the Flutterby root ring Neville was working."

"Maybe, or some ghosts have decided to resurface."

"Harry, get the nut out of here when we're fighting." Ginny whined.

"Sorry. I'm not leaving until…." Luna started to say, when Harry lifted his hand, and Luna felt odd for a second before her apartment melted into view as Harry magically placed her there. " … I've had my say…" With no one else to tell, Luna decided now would be as good as ever to sleep in her chilled bed.

Now at midnight all the agents

And the superhuman crew

Come out and round up everyone

That knows more than they do

A/N: So, based on this one's reception, I'll continue or not. I own nothing, so there. Anyway, please r/r. Thanks to my beta Rose. And so Aideu.