Luna Lilian Lovegood is not exactly what you would call a 'normal girl'. She had seen her mother die from a backfiring curse when she was just nine-years old. Her father was the editor of the 'Quibbler'. They live near the Weasleys in a funny shaped house. She had long dirty-blonde hair and a faraway look in her eyes. She often spoke of creatures people thought didn't exist. Blibbering Humdingers, Crumple-Horned Snorkacks, Heliopaths, Umgubular Slashkilters, Nargles, Aquavirius Maggots, Wrackspurts, and Gulping Plimpies. If you pay close enough attention it tells you how someone is feeling. If Luna tells you you have Wrackspurts in your head she is telling you you are preoccupied. She is also one of the most honest and truthful people you will ever meet. Luna was sitting in her room staring at the ceiling when Harry's owl Hedwig rapped on the window.

"Hello Hedwig" Luna siad dreamily. "What are you doing here? Looing for nargles?" Luna smiled. "Oh! You have a letter for me. Thank you. Would you like a gurdyroot infusion?" Hedwig hooted loudly and flew away. "Okay" said Luna. "Maybe later."

Dear Luna,

Hermione and I need to talk to you. Can you meet us in the town square in Godric's Hollow tomorrow at noon? We hope to see you there. There is no need to reply unless you cannot make it.

Harry

"I wonder what they could need." said Luna sipping her Gurdyroot infusion. "Maybe they found a Crumple-Horned Snorkack. I nedd to go so I can see what they need. I'm glad to hear Ronald will not be there. He is very cruel."

Luna walked down the spiral stairs to the colorful kitchen. "Daddy?" Luna asked.

"Yes, my dear? What is it?" replied Xenophilius Lovegood.

"Daddy, Harry and Hermione need me. Can I go see them tomorrw?" Luna asked.

"Of course darling. If you see any Blibbering Humdingers or Crumple-Horned Snorkacks, you must tell me though." replied Xeno.

"I will Daddy, I will." Luna walked away with a dreamy look in her eyes. I hope nothing is wrong. Harry and Hermione have never contacted me outside of school before.

Xenophilius sat at the kitchen table drinking tea, and thinking about what his daughter had asked him. He was glad Luna was finally hanging out with other kids her age. She just hasn't been the same since her mother died.


"Blaise, Blaise!"

Blaise Zabini sighed, and set down his quill. "What do you want Bianca?"

Biance looked at her half-brother with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Oh nothing, Blaisy. I just thought you would like to know that you got a letter from a Ms. Hermion-Umph."

Blaise had grabbed the letter out of Bianca's hands and had knocked her down in the process.

"Give me that!" he growled. Biance just looked at him with a smug look. "I don't think Daddy would be happy to know that you are getting letters from a filthy little mudblood!"

"DON'T CALL HER THAT!" snarled Blaise. "and that bastard is no father of mine. He's your father, not mine!"

Bianca just smirked. "Sounds like Blaisey-poo has a little crush on that mudblood."

"Shut you mouth!" Blaise commanded "and leave me alone!"

Bianca walked out of the toom, and had a smirk on her face that could rival Draco Malfoy's.

I wonder why Hermione is writing to me. I told her it was too dangerous!

Dear Blaise,

I know I don't usually contact you in case your mother or step-father checks the mail, but this is an emergency. I need you to meet me and Harry in the town square in Godric's Hollow tomorrow at noon. We need to talk to you. You don't need to reply unless you cannot make it. I know you're probably confused, but I promis it will make sense tomorrow.

Hermione

Uh oh! That doesn't sound good. Well if she could convince precious Potter to see me, it must be important.

Blaise Zabini wasn't your typical Slytherin. Yes he was cunning, and yes he was ambitious, but he wasn't a Voldemort supporter and he wasn't another Draco Malfoy, who thought all muggleborns and half-bloods were beneath him. Not to mention that he was friends with the Gryffindor golden girl herself. Not that he would tell anyone. Oh no. He told everyone in Slytherin that he just used her for a good grade. He was a good guy, but he wasn't stupid. If he told the Slytherins that he was friends with her, all hell would break loose. Most people believe he was African American, but in reality he was just a really dark Italian. He was fluent in both Italian and English. The only person he could trust in the Slytherin house was his best friend. Theodore Nott. But you only called him Theodore if you wanted to get hexed. Everyone just called him Theo, but only Blaise was allowed to call him Teddy.

"Mother," Blaise started. "Teddy and I are going out tomorrow, so do not expect him home."

"Blaise, what have I told you about that horrid nickname?"

Blaise rolled his eyes. "That I am a pureblood, and should call people by their given names."

"That is correct. It is fine if you and Theodore go out tomorrow, but do not get into any mischief."

Blaise's mother was not a person you wanted to cross.

"Yes mother." Blaise replied monotonously. What she doesn't know won't hurt her. Teddy for cover for me. I just hope Hermione isn't in any trouble. I hope she's not hurt. She's just so innocent, and cute, and...wait! Did I just think Hermione Granger was cute? No! Bad Blaise! STOP!

"Hermione Granger is not cute, and I'm just friends with her!" Blaise said out loud to himself as he walked into his bedroom. Bianca who had just come out of her room heard everything Blaise had said.

"I wonder what Daddy would say if I told him Blaise has a soft spot for a mudblood." Bianca smirked. "Blaise will never know what hit him."


AN: Fourth chapter up. What do you think? You for those of you who do not like OCs, Biance is not play a major role in the following chapters. Please read and review