A/N: Here's chapter two, folks!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Harry had been sleeping rather well. He had dreamt of his days back at Hogwarts, playing Quidditch against Slytherin, the wind in his hair, the Snitch just out of his grasp...but all of it was cut away when a large crash came from across the hall, followed by a high-pitched scream. Harry woke with a start, whipping his wand out from under his pillow and leaping out of bed. "Luna?!"

Another scream was heard. Harry ran out of his room and across the small hallway, bursting into Luna's bedroom without a second thought, wand at the ready. He gasped. Before him were seven emerald-green snakes, the same colour as Harry's eyes. Luna was on the bed, dressed in her slim blue nightgown, recoiling in fear at the sight of the snakes, which were approaching the bed and hissing, attempting to jump up at her. There was a large, unwrapped, black box next to the large snakes, and a piece of parchment next to Luna on the bedspread. She screamed again as one latched onto her ankle with it's teeth, drawing blood immediatly. "Harry!" she cried as she backed away, pointing her wand at the snake. "Help! I've tried every spell I can think of!"

Harry advanced. "Stupefy!" he shouted, but the spell richoteched off of one of the snakes and hit a portrait behind Harry's ear, grazing his flesh.

"I think they are impervious to magic!"

Harry sighed, launching forth and ripping the snake off of Luna's ankle, throwing it against the wall. It hissed it's warning and slithered back with the others, all now focused on Harry, their red beady eyes darting between him and Luna.

"...Stop attacking us..." Harry hissed, concentrating on the snakes. Luna's wide eyes widened even more. "...Retreat back to where you came from. You do not belong here. Go. Now...Leave!"

All seven snakes immediatly paused, before slithering off around Harry's feet and slipping out into the hall, quickly disappearing down the corridor.

Luna gasped for breath, wiping the sweat from her brow. She stepped off of the bed, fixing her nightgown more modestly before pulling Harry into a light hug. "Thank you so much." she whispered. "Snakes just ... I'm more afraid of them then almost anything else. Otherwise I probably wouldn't have freaked out like that. I'm sorry."

Harry pocketed his wand and smiled. "No problem. But ... where did they come from?"

The blonde pointed over to the large black box in the corner. "I took a shower, and when I came out, that was on the floor. Being stupid, I unwrapped it after reading the card that was attatched to it. Then... ta-da, we have snakes. Magical snakes."

"What did the card say?"

Luna reached over to grab it, handing it to Harry. It read;

Dear Miss Luna Lovegood;

Here is a little present for you. It'll be fun watching you try to handle it. Hope it works out for you, they can be a little ... feisty.

Good Luck and best of wishes.

Harry reread the letter. "I can't recognize the handwriting even though it seems familiar. The language used suggests a high-class upbringing and a well-educated male, most likely left-handed." he stated, folding the letter and placing it in his pocket.

"Wow. I didn't know you could do that."

"Well ... erm ... it's sorta my job, Luna."

"Oh, right. But ... you're a Parselmouth?!"

"Err ... yeah."

"...Wow."

"Oh! I almost forgot!" he exclaimed, taking the note back out. He pointed his wand at it and whispered,"Reveal Yourself." Nothing happened. Harry swore under his breath and put the card away once again. "Nevermind. There are no magical traces on it."

"...Thank you, Harry."

"Really, it's ok. Everyone has something that they fear."

"What's yours?"

"Do you really want to know?"

"Would I ask if I didn't?"

"Some people do."

"I don't. So what is it you fear?"

"I fear power."

"That is something noble to fear."

"That's not why I fear it."

"You really didn't need to tell me that, though, did you?" Luna replied quickly with a smile, patting Harry on the cheek quickly before looking around. "It's pretty early, you can get some sleep if you want, but I have to get ready for a photoshoot in a few hours. Alright?"

"Alright. But I don't need anymore sleep, Luna, thank you."

"Should we get dressed then go to breakfast?"

"That sounds like a plan."

Harry chose to wore a black, slim-fitting longsleeve shirt and black slacks with his usual deep crimson robe over them, but immediatly felt outdressed at seeing Luna's attire. She was wearing a long silver gown that reached the floor and even farther, flowing down and rippling at her hidden feet. Her blonde hair was swept up in a loose bun that was inlaiden with silver ribbons. Luna cocked her head to the side, taking in Harry's appearance. "What are you staring at, Harry?"

He blinked and stuttered. "U-Uh ... err ... nothing. So ...where do we go now?"

"Down to the dining hall. It's on the first floor, directly on your right once you enter the house. Shall we go down?"

"Um ... okay, then."

Luna smiled back at him, the smile he has seen in so many papers, and linked arms with Harry, showing him the way.

The breakfast was delicious, and it reminded Harry of the food back at Hogwarts long ago. They chatted about Luna's career, and Harry's career, and the days back at Hogwarts while having breakfast. Harry was informed that they were going to the Witch Weekly headquarters in Diagon Alley, and they were simply apparating, but they must fly into the wizard village a few miles out because Luna's house had protection spells placed on it, much like Hogwarts.
They walked into the bustling headquarters of The Witch Weekly, arms linked. Harry leaned down to Luna. "So ... err ... what do I do?" he asked, confused as he followed Luna past the front desk, giving the secretary a nod as they entered a pair of golden swinging doors, into a long and winding hallway.

"Just make sure no one is following us for now." she whispered. "During the photoshoot, you can just sit back until I'm done, and then we can get something to eat before----"

"--Is that Harry Potter and Luna Lovegood!?!? Together?!?!? Oh, dear Merlin!!!" someone shouted as a bright flash of light invaded both their eyes. When Harry regained his eyesight, a stout and old wizard stood before them, with a large silver camera in hand. "Oh, this'll make the front page, it will!" he cried, snapping another picture.

Luna elbowed past him, annoyed, dragging a blustered Harry along. "You're also supposed to help me deal with people like that." she hissed. Harry gulped and nodded, watching Luna's large raddish earrings swing on her earlobes angrily.

They passed a few thresholds of large rooms. The rooms had a few people in some of them, getting pictures taken or narrating to their quills furiously, the pens scratching at the paper loudly. When they finally arrived at the room, Harry knew what to do to do his job correctly from Luna's ranting about the photographer. Harry had guessed that she didn't like getting her picture taken by suprise.

"Here we are." she said, gesturing inside the large, black-painted room. Against one wall was what Harry guessed to be the photo area, with a few chairs (that were draped in black sheets) in front of a few tall, thin lamps that were pointed at the sheeted chairs. A man with another camera stood before them. He smiled, his wavy brown hair obscuring his face.

"There you are, Miss Lovegood! Oh, and you brought a visitor! I heard a rumour that you were hiring an auror from the Ministry. I guess that it's true?"

Luna curtsied, something Harry swore she would never actually do, and smiled back at the young wizard. "Yes. Harry, I want to introduce to you my photographey, Mr. Francis Adams. Francis, meet Mr. Harry Potter."

Harry extended his hand to shake the wizard's, smiling politely. "Good to meet you, sir."

"It's good to meet you too! Mr. Potter, sit back here, if you please." he said, gesturing over to a bench against the wall opposite of the photography area. Harry nodded and went to sit down. "And Luna, if you please."

The blonde witch nodded also and walked over in front of the lamps. Francis whispered a spell unknown to Harry and pointed his wand at Luna. Harry was about to shout to Luna, until all that happened was a fan-like breeze flew in Luna's face. He regained his calm. Luna, seeing Harry's reaction, chuckled.

"Now, let us begin."

A/N: Short chapter, I know I know. It's gonna get going soon.