He was leaning forwards, throwing an empty beer bottle in the trash when he saw it. A flash of red out of the corner of his eye. He whipped his head round so quickly he could have sworn he heard it crack. He shrugged his shoulders back and searched for what had caught his attention. A girl wearing a stunning red which fell just past her knees, displaying her bare legs. She was beautiful, her blonde hair falling round her face in ringlets. Her wide eyes were blue. The darkest blue he had ever seen. He watched her as she glanced around, before running down the street, her hair flying behind her. Instinctively, he followed. She reached a tall building and, to his surprise, began to climb. 'Well, I've come this far' he thought. He waited until she was out of sight, and began to effortlessly climb, using both hands to pull himself up. He reached the top and saw her seated on the far end of the roof, her back facing him. He hesitated but his curiosity won him over, and he walked forwards, deliberately loud now as he didn't want to scare her and sat down next to her. 'Bit dangerous for you to be up here, don't you think?' she asked. His mouth twitched in amusement. 'Shouldn't I be asking you the same thing?' 'Well, maybe I'm a dangerous gir,l' she said, finally turning her head to look at him. 'Well maybe I like dangerous girls.' He watched as she dangled her legs over the side of the roof, leaning forwards. 'Be careful, I'd hate to see your beautiful, bloody corpse lying in the streets.' She laughs, a beautiful melodious laugh. 'Aren't you scared?' he said seriously. 'Why did you come up here? I'm pretty sure this is the tallest building in New Orleans.' 'The first time I came to New Orleans, I remember seeing this building. I wanted to climb it. To stand at the top and see the whole city. It's beautiful. And I promised I wouldn't deny myself the simple pleasure of looking at beautiful things.' And then they sat in silence, for what seemed like an eternity. He could tell by her expression that her mind was somewhere else. 'So, what's your excuse?' she said suddenly. 'Excuse me?' 'Do you enjoy being a creepy stalker? I saw you following me back there.' He struggled to find a response to that, but fortunately, she didn't let him. She had turned back to the horizon. 'It's strange,' she said. 'I've never told anyone. About this place, I mean. There's just something about you…' 'I wouldn't worry, many women have fallen prey to my charms.' 'What charms?' she asked, teasingly. He gasped in mock offence. She covered her hand with her mouth, stifling her giggles. 'I didn't catch your name,' she said. 'Oh, I don't know. My mum said I shouldn't tell my name to strangers.' 'I'm pretty sure your mum would disapprove of following strangers, so…' He let out a laugh before holding out his hand. 'I'm Harry. Harry Potter.' 'Well Harry, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Luna.' She said, shaking his hand. 'Don't you trust me enough to tell me your last name?' 'The mysterious stranger who followed me to the top of the tallest building in New Orleans? Absolutely. Luna Lovegood,' she said with a smile. Harry froze. 'Lovegood. I haven't heard that name in a long time.' he thought. 'Harry, are you ok?' she asked, a hint of worry creeping into her voice. 'Yes, of course, how rude of me. Luna Lovegood. I like it.' 'Can I ask you something?' 'Sure.' 'Just for tonight, would you like to run of into the city with me, and forget who we are?' she said, standing up. 'Why Miss Lovegood, I'd be honoured.'