Disclaimer: I do not own the Avengers or Harry Potter. Unfortunately.

Chapter 3: Frozen

Loki laughed as he watched the unreasonably patriotic man crash into the pathetic archer. He'd set a marvelous trap for them, and of course they had all fallen right into with hardly any effort on his part. The so-called Avengers had been out for his blood for weeks now, and he was really getting tired of dodging them. No matter how many times he defeated them and got away they just kept finding him. It was no doubt Heimdall's interference. His all-seeing gaze insured that there was nowhere on Midgard that he could hide from him. But Loki was working on that. The sooner he completed the enchantment the sooner he could get these buffoons off his back.

Once he was hidden from Heimdall's gaze he could finally get back to concentrating on his son. If only the idiots would leave him alone long enough to complete his task. He only had one last ingredient to acquire.

He turned just in time to avoid the blast from the Man of Iron. The man somehow always managed to worm his way out of Loki's traps.

"Hey, Reindeer Games let's stop playing cat and mouse. Why don't you just turn yourself in now and save me the trouble of kicking your sorry butt? I have so many better things I could be doing right now than chasing you around," Tony Stark drawled.

"As do I," Loki muttered sending a blast of magic towards the metal man.

Stark was thrown down, and Loki attempted to make his escape. He did not see Thor sneak up behind him. Loki grunted with pain as Mjolnir slammed into his back. He crashed through a couple of walls, and came to land on his back with the impudent hammer lodged firmly on his chest. Loki

"Hello brother," Thor greeted.

"I'm not your brother," Loki gritted out.

"You will always be my brother, Loki," Thor replied. Loki couldn't help but notice how self-assured Thor sounded. It was quite a change from the spoiled, over confident idiot he had once been. Apparently getting away from Odin and coming to Midgard had been good for Thor. As good as it had been for Loki, now that he remembered his time as Lily Potter.

"Then just let me go, Thor. I promise you I am not up to any mischief," Loki swore, for once telling Thor the truth.

"You have done too much for me to trust your words. And you have committed to many crimes that you must answer for. I cannot let you go free," Thor answered.

"Of course not. Even after I helped you save your mortal woman, and protected Asgard," Loki angled for making Thor feel guilty.

"You faked your death, imprisoned our father, and then impersonated him so that you could take the throne," Thor growled.

"I gave it up. I let Odin go. I have no designs on the throne," at least not at the moment.

"I do not believe you. Ruling has been all you have ever wanted."

"Things change, Thor. I have changed." After a moment of hesitation Loki added, "There are some loose ends that I must see to from my previous time on Midgard."

"What sorts of loose ends? Is this about the punishment father gave you? About your child?" Thor questioned softly.

"Yes," Loki snapped.

Thor regarded him with such sad eyes. Loki was certain that he almost had him. Thor was almost too easy to manipulate sometimes.

"Please brother, let me go. There is something that I must finish," Loki pleaded.

"We can do it together. Just confide in me, Loki. I want to help you," Thor insisted.

"I cannot, what you know the mortals will soon know. I do not want them involved in my affairs," Loki glanced away.

"Then you leave me no choice, brother. I will have to take you in," Thor pulled handcuffs and a muzzle from his side.

Loki put up enough of a fight to make it seem convincing but he was smirking when Thor turned him on to his stomach to cuff his hands behind his back. He had been looking everywhere for the last ingredient for his concealment charm. As it so happened SHIELD just happened to have it. Loki had just needed a way to infiltrate them. The best way to get in was to have the Avengers 'capture' him. They would bring him right to it. Loki was confident that he would be able to get back out again without any problems.

He pretended to be angry and defeated as Thor and the other Avengers kindly escorted him to the top secret, maximum security SHIELD base. They kept only the most dangerous projects and prisoners there. Loki glanced at his fellow prisoners as he was marched down the hall. In the other cells he caught sight of a harmless looking one-armed man, a huge hideous beast with spines, and many other interesting characters. Mortals had certainly advanced in the past years, and so many of them were willing to experiment on themselves to gain power. Loki had to admit that it had ended with some interesting results. Loki smirked. He could definitely work with this.

For two days Loki waited patiently before he making his move. He wanted to lull the mortals into a false sense of security that he wasn't able to escape from them. In reality he could leave his cell whenever he wanted to. Only the magically enhanced cells on Asgard were capable of containing and his powers. Loki also wanted to learn a little bit more about the security surrounding the base so he could better locate the required item. He also needed to wait for Thor and his mortal friends to leave the area. It would have been more of a hassle to fight them off while obtaining the necessary object.

Once he was properly prepared, he struck. He escaped from his cell by simply vanishing the glass, and removed the agents guarding the corridor with swift efficiency. Loki then summoned his battle armor. The armor shimmered into existence as he walked down the corridor. He knew the display was enough to impress the mortal monsters cowering in their cages. They would be more inclined to work with him after the display of power.

"My friends, would you like me to free you as well?" Loki called out.

They shouted out their affirmations, their cries sounding out louder than the blare of the building's security alarm.

"You must promise me something first," Loki shouted above the din. They instantly quieted. "You must promise me that you will seek your revenge against the injustices SHIELD has brought upon you!"

They screamed and cheered even louder than before. Loki grinned and used one of the agent's keys to unlock the cells. He took a moment to enjoy the sight of all the prisoners escaping. The chaos was quite beautiful he reflected as he stepped out of the way of the large rampaging spine covered creature broke through a wall. With releasing some of SHIELD's most dangerous enemies it would give him some time to complete what he needed to. Loki moved through the corridors taking out anyone who stood in his path. He smiled when he finally located the room holding the amulet he sought. An Asgardian sorceress had abandoned it on Midgard several centuries ago. It was capable of making the user physically invisible. It would only take a little tampering on Loki's part to make the amulet make him invisible from Heimdall's gaze.

Pleased with the way the events had turned out he teleported away from the destroyed SHIELD base. Soon he would be able to approach his son without the worry of anyone else interfering. He couldn't let anyone know that his son had survived. Loki shuddered at the thought of SHIELD or even worse Odin getting their hands on his child. Loki would do whatever it took to keep Harry safe.

/

"It's getting worse," Harry told his two best friends as he plopped down beside them at the breakfast table.

"Whadda you mean?" Ron mumbled around his breakfast.

Hermione glared at him. Ron flushed and closed his mouth.

"Turning blue. It happens all the time now and I don't how much longer I can hide it from people," Harry hissed.

It was really worrying him now, and he'd even grown an inch or so in the last couple of weeks. Harry had no idea how far these changes were going to go. He was afraid to touch people in the event that he gave them severe frostbite. He'd taken to covering as much of his body as he could get away with. The rest of the time it took his constant conscious effort to keep his face and hands their normal pale colors. But holding it back felt unnatural and by the end of the day it had left him feeling magically exhausted. He was lucky that he had Ron and Hermione by his side to let him know if he was slipping during the day. Ron also kept a look out when he was changing or showering so no one would accidentally walk in on him.

"Don't worry, I'm certain that we can find some sort of solution," Hermione consoled.

"Look at my arm, Hermione," Harry rolled up his sleeve to reveal the blue skin of his upper arms. "It was only a little chilly in our bedroom this morning, and I had to practically shove my hands in the fire to get them to turn back to normal. How am I going to compete in the Second Task? We have to jump in the bloody lake, and it's practically frozen!"

"Did you talk to Sirius yet, mate? To see if he knows anything about any of this?" Ron asked.

"No, it's not really something that I can explain through a letter. I was going to try and set up a meeting with him in the Shrieking Shack during a Hogsmeade weekend. But it's too risky for him right now, and I'm not sure how much longer I can wait," Harry was panicking. His body was changing out of his control, and he couldn't stop it. It was terrifying him. How much longer would it be before he stopped looking human and stayed a Frost Giant all the time?

"We could play it off that you turned blue because of some sort of spell you used during the Second Task backfiring," Ron offered.

"I think people will notice, Ron, when Harry looks exactly like a Frost Giant," Hermione sniped.

"At least I'm trying to come up with suggestions," Ron huffed.

"All of the information I've looked up on Frost Giants is ancient. They haven't been to Earth in the last century and even then I don't think they're capable of reproducing with humans. It would kill them. I have no idea where you could have gotten Frost Giant blood, and enough of it for it to be showing up now," Hermione sounded frustrated.

Harry had to give her credit. She had been spending a lot of time trying to help him find some answers. But the lack of information was really getting to all of them. Harry just didn't know what to think about any of this. None of it made sense to him. On top of all of that he had to find a date to Yule Ball and figure out a way to solve the Second without anyone seeing new blue skin.

Luckily the problem of having a date was solved when he was out one day by the lake. He had been spending a lot of time out there. The cold was actually soothing to him to him. Harry had discovered a hidden alcove where he could just relax and not hold back all the time. It was a place where no one would see he had become something other than human. But surprisingly enough someone did end up finding him.

By the time he heard the footsteps it was too late for him to hide. Harry was surprised to see a blonde girl with large blue eyes step into the small space. She wore radish earrings and her wand was stuck in her hair. She looked like she was a second or third year. She wore a patchwork cloak made of a bunch of different pieces of cloth including doilies and what appeared to be a rug. Harry stared at her and she stared back with an almost vacant expression in her eyes.

"Have you seen my shoes?" She didn't seem at all concerned over the fact that Harry was sitting there in the snow not looking the least bit human.

"No…" Harry replied uneasily wondering why she wasn't screaming or calling for help.

"The Nargles took them and I haven't been able to find them anywhere," she sighed and lifted the hem of her cloak to reveal she was wearing nothing but several layers of socks on her feet.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault, Nargles are quite the tricky little creatures. They love to steal things," she shrugged blithely.

"Aren't your feet cold?" Harry couldn't help but ask.

"No, are yours?" she replied regarding his bare blue feet.

Harry had taken his shoes and socks off to let them swirl in the ice cold water.

"No," Harry shifted, uncomfortably reminded that he was entirely blue with strange markings covering his body.

"It's all right if you're blue. We all get a little blue sometimes," she assured in her airy voice.

"Not like this, I don't think," Harry replied wryly.

"It's only natural, you are a Jotun after all and they are all blue," the girl shrugged before flopping down next to him. Harry then noticed the necklace she wore made of corks, bottle tops, and shells. He also caught sight of a Ravenclaw tie under her cloak.

"How do you know that?" Harry frowned.

"Isn't it obvious?" She responded frowning as well.

"Technically, I suppose. I just didn't think a lot of people knew about them."

"My father is an expert on all sorts of creatures. We're going to go on a trip this summer to look for plimpies in Scandinavia," she said cheerfully.

"Er, that sounds like fun. What's your name by the way?"

"Luna Lovegood."

"I'm Harry Potter. Nice to meet you, Luna," Harry greeted.

"You too, Harry."

Harry liked that she had no reaction to him being Harry Potter.

"What can you tell me about Jotuns?" Harry asked curiously.

"They aren't monsters like they are so often portrayed. They are much smarter than regular giants and have an intricately developed culture. They can occasionally produce powerful magic users as well especially in the royal line. Although, I believe they suffered a great deal after the last war when Asgard took the source of their power: the Casket of Eternal Winters," Luna explained.

"Hmm," Harry hummed. He hadn't expected that answer. He had expected her to list their abilities, not tell him that they weren't actually all that bad. "How do you know all this?"

"My mother was very interested in Norse mythology. She collected quite a few ancient books. I inherited when she passed," Luna explained.

"Oh, I'm sorry Luna," Harry sympathized.

"It's all right Harry, everyone has their time," Luna said calmly.

"I suppose you're right," Harry agreed after a moment.

The two of them sat in silence for a while. Harry was contemplating how peaceful he felt in Luna's presence. Harry had no idea what Luna was thinking but her gaze was far away as she could see things that no one else could. Luna was one of the most unassuming people he had ever met, and she had a very interesting view of the world.

"Luna would you like to go to the Yule Ball with me? As friends of course," Harry added quickly.

"Can I borrow your shoes if the Nargles haven't returned them by then?" Luna asked cocking her head.

"Yes…"

"All right," Luna agreed.

"Do you want to help looking for them?" Harry asked.

"Perhaps later," Luna replied.

"Okay. Um Luna you wouldn't happen to know anything that will let me stay under the water for an hour?" Harry wondered. She seemed to know a lot about different types of magic.

"As a Jotun you have a much stronger lung capacity. Jotunheim is a world made of ice and ice water. You should be able to hold your breath for at least a half hour. You could test it now, however," Luna offered glancing at the water.

Harry looked as well. He might as well. The water actually felt nice to him, and he couldn't imagine it affecting him that much.

"Why not?" He quickly shrugged out of his robes leaving only his pants.

He would have been more insecure about revealing more of his blue skin but Luna wasn't even looking. She was staring at bush with an intense expression on her face. Harry cast a tempus so that he could time himself before wading into the water. The water felt warm to him as he fully submerged himself. He took one deep breath and dove beneath the water. It was murky and dark beneath the water but the longer he stayed down there the better his eyes adjusted to the water. He didn't dare swim too far from the edge. He didn't want to end up in the middle of the lake. Harry had expected to need to come back to the surface within a few minutes but the time seemed to stretch on without him needing to come up for air. He wanted to wait until the last possible moment before he needed to resurface.

When he finally did surface and check the time he was shocked to discover he had been able to hold his breath for about twenty-five minutes. If he practiced a bit he was certain that he could build up his time. Harry thanked Luna for her suggestion and offered her the use of his old trainers he had gotten from Dudley until she found her own shoes. They were old but they no longer fit him or else he would have offered her his new trainers and worn the old himself. She graciously accepted and helped him perform several warming charms until the visible parts of his body had returned to their normal pale tones.

Harry spent the days leading up the Yule Ball swimming in the lake building up his tolerance. He would often meet Luna there and discuss the various creatures she knew. He was certain that some of them weren't real but he didn't mind. It was still interesting to listen too, and if they were real he would know how to defend himself against a Horned Crumple Snorcack.

When the day of the Yule Ball finally arrived Ron was still complaining about not getting a date, and how Hermione had gotten a date but refused to tell them who. Their bickering had caused Harry to spend even more time practicing in the lake, which he supposed was sort of a good thing. Harry wore the dress robes he had gotten, and prayed that his body wouldn't be betray him tonight while he was out in the middle of the dance floor with everyone staring at him.

He and Ron walked down to the Great Hall together. He was grumbling about the dress robes his mum had sent him. Harry had to agree that they were pretty hideous but it was too late to change it now. They met Luna at the entrance. Harry complimented her on her dress. If what she was wearing could be called a dress. Whatever it was silver with blue accents and a lot of lace, tassels, and other frilly things. She had traded her radishes for starfish while she still wore her cork necklace and Harry's old trainers. Her wand was still twirled up in her hair but she had obviously taken the time to do a more elegant style. Harry thought she looked quite nice even if everyone else happened to be staring.

At the appropriate time Harry and Luna went to meet up with the other champions and their dates. Cedric and his date Cho Chang greeted him warmly while both Krum and Fleur just nodded. Fleur's date was a Hogwarts student, Roger Davies, while Krum's date hadn't arrived yet. Moments before McGonagall called them out onto the floor Hermione made an appearance. To Harry's surprise she went to Krum's side. The Quidditch star seemed very smitten with Hermione. Harry couldn't wait to see Ron's reaction when he found out Hermione was the date of his idol. It definitely wasn't going to be explosive. He pushed those thoughts away. He needed to focus on remembering how to dance. Harry couldn't worry about anyone else's problems for once.

"It'll be all right, Harry. If you forget the steps we'll make something up," Luna said looking as unconcerned as always.

"Right," Harry said, nerves making his stomach churn.

In the end the dancing wasn't that bad. Luna actually knew what she was doing despite the fact that she was singing a song that was completely the wrong tune under her breath the whole time. Harry just concentrated on following her lead and not stepping on her feet. After the first dance in front of everyone Harry ended up having a really great time. Luna danced without a care in the world to songs only she could hear. Harry decided to take a page from her book and not care about the way he looked while dancing. He knew he mustn't have been very graceful considering how quickly he had been growing but that didn't matter to him. Ron stormed out of the ball fairly early once he caught sight of Hermione with Krum. They had had some sort of fight but Harry decided he wasn't going to interfere. It was their fight and he wasn't going to get in the middle of it. As it turned out Luna was friends with Ginny, and since she had come with Neville the four of them danced together.

Harry and Luna eventually took a break, and decided to talk a walk through the courtyard. Snape was patrolling, on the lookout for anyone who was trying to sneak away to snog in the bushes. He gave Harry a dark look when he saw him escorting Luna outside. Harry just gave him a jaunty wave, and a cheeky smile. Snape's sneer deepened but he just swept by them in a swirl of great black robes. He and Luna sat on one of the benches outside. Luna was telling him about wrackspurts while he just tried to let the cool night air relax him a bit. It a lot of concentration to control his colder body temperature so that it wouldn't affect the people he had been dancing beside.

Of course Malfoy and his vile date Pansy Parkinson had to choose that moment to make an appearance. His two large cronies flanked them.

"Potter, I see you've stooped to hanging around crazy people now. I knew it was only a matter of time before you went completely mad, Scarhead," Malfoy taunted.

Pansy tittered. "Yeah, Loony Lovegood? Really Potter? Even you could do better than that."

"Go away, Malfoy," Harry growled trying desperately to reign in his temper. With his new greater strength and icy skin he could really hurt Malfoy if he slipped up.

"What's wrong Scarhead don't like us insulting your girlfriend? It's not our fault she's crazed. Always going on about imaginary creatures. No wonder people are always hiding her things," Malfoy taunted.

Harry glanced at Luna for confirmation. The only indication that it was the truth was a slight lowering of her head. Harry wished she would have told him about it. He could have helped her find them.

"It's nothing she doesn't deserve. She gives purebloods a bad name. Her father is just insane. He's practically the laughing stock of the wizarding world," Pansy hissed.

Luna flinched slightly at the mention of her father.

Harry decided that enough was enough. He wouldn't put up with them being so cruel to Luna. He stood up. Harry was pleased to note that he was actually taller than Malfoy now. In fact he was taller than Crabbe, but not as wide, and he was the same height as Goyle.

"Leave Malfoy before you make me do something I'll regret," Harry growled.

"You think you can threaten me, Potter?" Malfoy demanded.

"We should go back to into the Great Hall, Harry," Luna stated calmly. Her gaze was as distant as ever as she stood up.

"You're right, Luna. Let's go," Harry moved to follow her.

"Not so fast Scarhead," Malfoy pulled out his wand aiming it at Luna. "There's something I want to show Loony first."

Harry didn't think. He just reacted. Faster than he thought himself capable of reached out to grab Malfoy's wrist to pull it off course. He wanted to make sure that the curse Malfoy was going to send at Luna didn't reach its intended target. He was relieved when the curse fired harmlessly into a bush.

Malfoy's scream of pain had him letting go immediately. Harry gaped in astonishment. Malfoy's wrist was turning black where Harry's hand had touched his bare skin. Malfoy dropped to the ground clutching his wrist, and Pansy rushed to his side. Crabbe and Goyle looked ready to rush Harry but hesitated when they caught sight of Malfoy's blackened skin. Even they weren't stupid enough to blindly grab someone whose touch could cause damage like that.

"Luna?" Harry questioned in a panic. His hands were completely blue now, and he was having trouble willing them away. He quickly shoved them behind his robes to keep them out of sight.

"It's not your fault, Harry. You can't help the temperature of your skin, and you didn't mean to harm Draco," she assured him. "We should get help."

Harry was more than willing to follow her advice but Snape yelling his name stopped him dead in his tracks. Harry turned back to see Snape and Mad-Eye Moody moving up the path

"What is going on here? Potter, if you've harmed Mr. Malfoy I'll see you expelled. Miss Parkinson tell me what happened, now." Snape demanded.

"Potter attacked Draco. He grabbed his arm, and he burned him somehow. Just look at his arm, it's black!" Pansy shrieked.

She moved so Snape could see the black mark on Draco's arm in the clear shape of a handprint. Moody was staring at Malfoy whimpering on the ground cradling his arm in agony and then turned to look at Harry. His magical eye rolled to lock on where Harry was hiding his hands. Harry was terrified that the man was able to see his skin.

Snape examined the mark closely.

"This isn't a burn. It's frostbite," Snape looked up at Harry a brief flash of confusion showing in his black eyes.

"He should be expelled," Pansy insisted.

"I didn't mean to," Harry whispered. "He was going to attack Luna."

Moody's gaze wandered over to the destroyed bush. He picked up Malfoy's fallen wand, and performed Priori Incantatem on it.

"A curse Mr. Malfoy?" Moody tsked. "I think Potter was just protecting himself and his date from your dark magic. You should be the one expelled."

Moody and Snape eyed one another. Snape was sneering at Moody with obvious loathing and Moody stared back the feeling was obviously mutual.

"I think detention for a month for the both of them will be sufficient," Snape drawled.

"I agree," Moody nodded.

"Well then Severus it looks like you should get young Malfoy up to the hospital wing it looks like the frostbite is spreading. I'll take care of Potter," Moody commanded.

Snape looked like he would argue but then Malfoy let loose another loud groan of pain. Snape sighed and motioned for Crabbe and Goyle to grab hold of Malfoy. He sent one last withering glare Harry's way before departing.

"Potter, with me," Moody snapped.

Harry sent Luna a questioning glance. She shrugged. Harry sighed and followed Moody.

"Thank you for that, sir," Harry said as they walked.

"Malfoy is a slimy little ferret, always getting away with things just like his father. But I'm not here to talk about Malfoy. What's wrong with your hands Potter," Moody demanded.

"Nothing, sir."

"Don't lie to me boy. That wasn't any spell or curse back there with Malfoy. Let me see your hands," Moody's tone left no room for argument.

Harry reluctantly revealed his blue hands, with their intricate markings. Moody stared at them for a long time.

"This isn't a spell gone wrong is it, Potter?" Moody half-questioned, half-stated.

"No, sir," Harry looked away.

"Frost Giant," Moody said.

Harry nodded turning back to look at Moody. The man's magical eye was whirling in his skull.

"Frost Giant's have strong skin, and they're nearly immortal. No wonder he couldn't kill you," Moody muttered.

"Excuse me, sir?" Harry frowned.

"You haven't told anyone about this but your friends, right Potter?" Moody suddenly snapped.

"No, sir. But why—"

"Good, keep it that way," Moody snapped before stomping away.

Harry stood there for a moment. The last few moments had happened so quickly. He hardly knew how to process it. In a daze Harry went in search of Luna but Ginny informed him she had gone back to Ravenclaw Tower. That done he went back to his own tower. Harry didn't think that Moody was going to tell anyone but it made him curious as to what the man thought about it. Harry thought he would have tried to imprison him considering Frost Giants weren't exactly seen in a positive light. But Moody had stuck for him with Snape. Who knew how the situation would have turned out if he hadn't been there? Harry decided he would worry about it more later. Right now he needed to worry about getting himself in control. He was never going to be able to compete in the Second Task with the way things were.

The day of the Second Task finally dawned. Ron and Hermione were still in a bit of a tiff but he had still expected the two of them to walk down with him. As it was only Ron was around to escort him down to the lake. He was hoping to see Luna before the task but he didn't see her around either. However, while he was scanning the crowd he caught sight of another familiar face. Excitement surged through him. He started moving towards them despite Ron yelling at him to come back.

"You," Harry said glaring at the man in front of him.

It was his parent's friend, the one from the first task. His robes were a deep emerald green with gold trim this time but just as elaborate as before. He now sported a large amulet hanging against his neck. But other than that he looked exactly the same as he had before.

"Harry," the man greeted with a wide smile. The man was so genuinely happy to see him that it halted Harry's tirade for a moment. But only for a moment. He had really been looking forward to learning more about his parents.

"You were supposed to meet me after the Frist Task," Harry accused.

"Something came up I'm afraid. I had to leave immediately. I apologize for not saying goodbye. I really wanted the chance to speak with you. We have so much to discuss. How have you been?" he questioned in concern.

"Fine," Harry muttered unconsciously trying to conceal his hands. The blue had to be creeping past his wrists by now in this cold weather.

As quick as a flash the man's hand lashed out to grab Harry's wrist. Startled, Harry tried to pull away before the man was harmed. The man's grip proved to be surprisingly strong and he easily dragged Harry's hand up to his eyes. Harry tried to warn him but to his shock, instead of being harmed, the man's own hands started turning the same blue shade as Harry's. The man dropped Harry's hand and the blue tingeing both their skin disappeared.

"How...? Who are you?" Harry demanded in shock pulling away from him.

The man reached out for him. "Harry… I—"

The blaring of the horn startled them both. Harry needed to get to the lake quickly.

"Go, we'll speak after. I give you my word. And have no fear that anyone will see your skin change. I will hide you," the man promised.

Harry wanted to argue with him. He wanted to demand he tell him who he was. But there was no time. People would come looking for him and he had a task he needed to complete.

"Don't go anywhere," Harry warned as he started to walk away.

"Never again," the man swore, some deeper meaning to his words that Harry just couldn't comprehend at the moment.

Harry just nodded and made his way back down to the lake. He hoped the hour went quickly. This man had a lot of things to answer for.

Finally a new chapter! And I'm NOT pairing Harry with anyone. I'm really not good at writing relationships. Harry and Luna are just good friends.