Two Warriors

by Skipsophrenic

What if the LeStranges hit another Muggleborns house before they were captured, what if the girls house they attacked was across the road from Harry's house. What if Hermione's Father had the respect of one of the galaxies best hunters. How would Harry and Hermione's life change? Warnings: Rated M due to nudity, gore, violence and mentions of abuse.

6. Chapter 6

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Predator, I just write for fun!

WARNING: There is some graphic depictions of gore in this chapter, marked at the beginning with the tag [Gore] and ending with the tag [End Gore]

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Harry and Hermione appeared in a white teleport flash on the path in the castle and the main entrance gate instantly activating their camouflage, thermals and tracker of their partner.
Unknown to the school there had been a constant invisible Yautja presence ever since Hermione's tearing apart of Snape.

They had now received word that his injuries from that day had finally finished healing up and he had returned to his quarters this morning.
"Remember the stairs move Beauty." Harry said to her, they had set the helmets to a private frequency immediately upon donning their armour.

Harry heard a sound of acknowledgement as they streamed into the castle, dodging past younglings and adults alike without once giving away the fact they were even there.
"Staircase on the left, landing clear." Hermione said emotionlessly.
Harry acknowledged her and turned to follow her.

The both of them were in the Now as this was a Mission with the clear goal, get in, incapacitate, and retrieve without being caught. Harry followed Hermione's forward leap over the balustrade forward flipping so he would land on his feet in the few seconds it took to drop to the dungeon level.

The two noiselessly landed and slipped into the shadows either side of the corridor as they ghosted along their route coming up to the Potions Classroom. Thermals showing only one heat signature and a basic monitoring Psionic on the door.

"Activate Psionic blockers." Harry ordered and waited until Hermione confirmed activation.
"Breach on 3" Harry said kneeling in front of the door bracing his arms on the floor bringing his shoulder cannon to bear.

"Ready." Hermione said.
She would start running and time her leap from his back to follow a fraction of a second after the cannon blast, using the moment of surprise to send a stun-disc at Snape.
"3…2…1…Breach!" The cannon shot its charge as Hermione's boot struck his back, the outline of her Armour flying through the debris field as Harry rolled forwards coming up with his own Stun-Disc to see a downed Snape already.

The Electric jolt had fried him enough to knock him unconscious but do no damage.
Hermione had already got his hands tied and removed his Wand and spare weapons and other items. Putting them all into the box that would magnetise to her pack as Harry picked up the now comatose Snape.

*Clink* "Package secure" Hermione confirmed as Harry was already making his way out the room her following.
They made a hard right out the door and aimed for the bridge over the gorge for their egress, running in excess of 30 mph thanks to the stims in their systems.
They were across the bridge and approaching the wavering glow on their HuD that signalled the Psionic safety barrier around the school seconds later.
"Teleport! Two Plus Package to extract on my mark," Hermione called out, dropping back so Harry would cross first.
"Mark!" She called out as he passed the barrier, her momentum easily carrying her across in time for extraction.

They found themselves in the Teleport room a second later and dropped their Camouflage.
With a sigh of relief Harry let go of the Now as his emotions returned.
He could see just from the body language of Hermione's armour she had done the same.
Harry turned to one of the red armoured Hunters and smiled at the co-incidence. He was one of the four who had Luna's thank you medallions.
Passing the unconscious Snape to him he spoke.

"Get this one that deliberately upset Luna to the interrogation room and prepped. Hermione and I will be down shortly after our showers.
The way the Hunters back arched at Harry's words he thought it would be better for Snape if he didn't wake him up. They did need him alive to be able to interrogate after all. Half an hour later a freshly showered Harry and Hermione were stood in the Interrogation room.

Snape had been strapped to the table still wearing his robes making Harry nod in satisfaction. It would add to the intimidation of a naked Hermione cutting them away.
Hermione had brought the box of potions with her and lay them out on a spare shelf before she undid her weapon belt hanging it by the door.

Harry watched as she went to the blades and tool section of the room and felt a modicum of sorrow for Snape – the same amount he'd probably feel for stepping on a bug.
Snape hadn't earned himself any friends attacking her daughter. Harry watched as she pulled the most painful tools along with the sharpest blades and set them all on a tray.

[Gore]

Finally she grabbed a single syringe – one full of a stim and sense enhancer mix instead of just the normal stim.
Putting them all down she brought them over to the side table that could just be seen out the corner of the person on the table's eye.

Hermione lifted the syringe and slid the needle into Snape's neck injecting him.
Snape groaned as he came round and looked to the side his eyes widening a fraction when he saw a naked female stood next to him before he recognised who it was.

"Why have you taken me? You won your honour duel! Return me to the school at once!" Snape demanded.
Harry had to give it to him, either the guy was braver than he appeared or he was arrogant enough to actually believe his demands would be met.

"Now Mr Snape," Hermione stated calmly hopping up onto a stool next to him crossing her ankles as she kicked back and forth while linking her hands between her knees and looking confusedly at him.

"What makes you believe this is all about that? I know I won the duel and my honour there was satisfied, but…" She hopped off the stool and allowed picked up a thin dagger and held it up to the light.
"in that duel I cut your robes you remember?" Hermione smiled sweetly down at him as she tapped her cheek with the flat of her blade.

Snape gulped.

"Yes. Yes I remember why is that important?" He asked eying the dagger that she had moved so the point was against the palm of her other hand as she twirled it.
"Oh you do ask intelligent questions, for that you earn a reprieve. I won't cut you yet." She said matter of factly before to Snape's obvious horror she started cutting his robes away.

"What the fuck are you doing!" He shouted angling his head to look at her as she cut away his clothes.
"Oh oops, they didn't strap your head down," Hermione said looking up to Harry.
"Would you mind, I find it difficult to work when they move their head." She said and Harry moved into sight at the head of the table.
"POTTER ENOUGH OF THIS! RELEASE ME! THE JOKES OVER!" Snape screamed.
Harry didn't even change expression as he pulled the forehead band and chin straps around.
"POTTER!" Snape screamed as Harry stepped back into shadow.

"Oh don't worry about Harry – he won't hurt you. That Mr Snape is my job." Hermione said coming back into his line of sight.
Leaning over him she put the dagger down on the tray before standing straight again and started to pull away at the materials until she'd left Snape naked on the table.

"Now the reason you're actually here is this." Hermione said tapping his tattoo.
"What?! But that was dealt with!" Snape screamed.
"Oh? Well I'm afraid no one ever told us. Besides our agreement with your DMLE was quite specific. Anyone carrying that mark, we bring up here to extract information and then turn the information over to them."

Hermione moved about the table to a tray and picked up a long needle-like object as she spoke.
"Now I always find it's best to demonstrate what happens if you tell lies in here." Hermione said moving down the table as she started to drag the pointed instrument along Snape's leg until she was half way down his shin before suddenly driving the needle through the leg with surgical precision to embed in the table beneath without catching any major blood vessels.

"AAAAAAAARRRGGHH!" Snape's scream echoed through the room as Hermione moved back around to the top of the table stopping by the tray to pick up another knife and bent so she was close to his head as she whispered.
"Tell the truth, even if I don't want to hear it and I won't hurt you anymore. Lie to me…" Hermione slowly scraped the knife edge along Snape's arm.

"Oh and if it seems that was more painful than it should be? When I woke you up it was with something that will keep you awake no matter how much you hurt, you can't faint. But as you were so mean to my youngling I decided to be extra nice to you and gave you something that makes your nerves hyper-sensitive." She finished, dagger point now aimed a little higher than the needle.

"So, let's start easy shall we. Why did you attack my Youngling?"
Snape seemed to hesitate until the point broke skin.
"She's Potter's Daughter! Attacking her is like attacking him!" Snape screamed out. Her amber eyes flashed and she drove the blade through, leaving it in situ as Snape screamed.
"Mr Snape. That was a mistake. Just to be sure you know this, When a Youngling is offered the mark they become that persons Youngling in every way but Birthing. However we Yautja don't worry about that. Luna is my Youngling." Hermione finished.

"But – you're not Yautja. You're human!" Snape said and Hermione nodded.
"True I have a Human shell, but I have been raised Yautja, therefore I am Yautja."

"Now, we've cleared that idiocy up." Hermione said.
"Tell me – this Mark." She tapped the Tattoo with the point of the needle making him flinch.
"We know what you have to do to get it." Hermione said her eyes hardening as she looked to Snape who paled.
So my question is why?"

Snape stayed silent. Hermione nodded at this and set the needle just under his collarbone on his front.
"Mr Snape?" She asked conversationally, again he stayed silent.
"Okay." She said and slowly started pushing the needle in to his screams.
"OKAY!" He cried out, but she didn't stop.
"No Mr Snape," She said as she ignored his screams.
"Remember – you co-operate and I don't hurt you. You didn't co-operate." She stopped when the needle was through the gap in his collarbone.
She was a bit of a sight now, his blood had splashed up a couple of times and she had smeared it on her in her movements.

"Okay – you were going to tell me why you have that ugly thing." She said.
"P – power." Snape answered, going on to explain how he thought the Pureblood movement should have won if not for the Potter Brat.
"So let me get this right, if it wasn't for my LifeMate your side would have won the war?" Hermione said as she waved a dagger about.

Eyeing the dagger Snape nodded.
"What did Harry do?" Hermione asked as she drew the dagger down his body towards his groin.
Wide eyed Snape shouted out.
"Defeated The Dark Lord! He learnt about one Prophesied to defeat him and went after the brat!"
"He learnt a prophesy? Harry did you know about this?" Harry shook his head.
Hermione shrugged as she looked to Snape. "Well luckily for Harry we Yautja have a simple philosophy on Prophesies. We don't believe in them. Live or die, we do it with a blade in hand staring our foe in the face."

Looking to Snape she asked.
"So, and remember I want the truth – do you still wish for those days? Where you could do anything to an unwilling female? Regardless of age? She had set the Dagger down but reached down so her hand was around the bloody hilt of the one in his leg.

Looking away from Hermione he denied the wish to return to those days.
She ripped the blade out and sunk it into his unmarred – until now – leg, pulling it out again, even as his blood splashed up over her breasts.

He lay there screaming until the immediacy of the pain stemmed a little.
Harry came around the table to stand behind her and started running his hands over her body, spreading the blood, cupping her breasts and gently kissing the column of her throat as she pretended to respond to his actions, Harry watched as Snape gulped.

"Shall we try again?" Hermione said sweetly. "Now keep looking me in the eye Mr Snape.
Do you wish to return to those days?" Hermione said, her eyes hard as steel.
"N – no." He answered again looking away.
She embedded the blade in his lower leg. As his screams died she leaned over him as she spoke.
"We Yautja can tell a lie a mile off. Now, I'm going to ask once more, truth, do you wish to return to those days?" Groaning Snape muttered a 'yes'

"See, now here's a question. Why?" Harry watched as Snape's eyes seemed to glaze.
"To hold the power, to be the one feared, to get at those who ever wronged me, to take what should have been mine…"
"Should have been yours?" Hermione asked as she picked up a vial of yellow liquid.

"I will be immune to potions." He said looking at the liquid a seeming sense of relief in his eyes.
"Oh this," Hermione held up the jar. She grabbed a small knife and cut away a tiny patch of skin ignoring Snape's cry before holding the flap up.
"Watch." She dropped it in the jar where the skin dissolved.

"This isn't Potion Mr Snape." Hermione said as his eyes widened. "It's acid, a very, very good one. It's the blood of the Xenomorph." She said.
She held the bottle over a cut as she spoke.
"So, tell me more about what was taken…"

[End Gore]

Harry stepped into the shower as a gasping Snape was removed to a cell, Hermione had extracted all the information he had, by the time she was done Harry felt sick. The man had arranged for him to die as a Youngling along with his Birth-Father, he wanted his Birth-Mother kept alive as a toy!

Then there was everything he'd done since, pretending to be an ally, passing the secrets on.
What really rankled though was finding out an innocent was in jail.
They now knew of one more Death Eater they had to Hunt for. Unfortunately the trail was a full 10 cycles old or more.

He shook his head at some of the things the thing had done since and wondered what was going through Hunters Assistant Dumbledore's mind putting this repeat Violator in charge of younglings.
He wanted to confront him but knew his temper would not hold. It would be up to his Father to speak to Dumbledore.

He took a few more breaths as the hot water cascaded down his shoulders – the potions they'd found him with sickened him. They'd ben melted in Plasma-Fire.
One was to make the mind very susceptible to suggestion, one caused you to forget what had happened with him at any point, younglings would even forget their normal potions lessons and fail to understand why they didn't know the work, and finally the worst one, a potion of the things invention that reversed any damage to remove evidence.

He had been carrying these Violations out ever since the war had ended, all under Dumbledore's protection! He'd had to pull Hermione away at the final question she'd asked after getting all information they could from him.
A broken and weeping Snape begging for no more pain was made to name everyone he could remember Violating, the final name on the list had been Luna.

Hermione had flown into a rage and Harry had to stop her after she started to pour the acid onto one of his hands. He was too late to save it from being dissolved, but he didn't care. He'd only saved Snape so he could be the one to take him to Predators Planet.

He stepped out the shower and grabbed a screen-comp with the information before heading to his Father's office, he knew Hermione would finish her shower and head straight to their Parents quarters, she would want to hold their Daughter after this.

-0-

Hermione desperately forced down her tears as she walked the corridors after her shower, that thing had admitted to using her daughter multiple times, but she would not break in front of the Clan.
It seemed to take forever for her to get to her parents quarters. The door was open and she could see her Daughters head bent over the table as she worked on something.

The sight of her caused the last barrier on her emotions to break and she ran into her parents quarters, slamming the door closed before sinking to the ground in a flood of tears.
"MUMMY?!" Luna's worried voice and little arms coming around her did little to assuage the pain in her heart as she pulled Luna close kissing her temple muttering over and over "I'm sorry, Mummy loves you, Mummy's here, Mummy will protect you" through her sobs.

She couldn't believe the pain in this Little Ones past and for the first time since they learned about the memory wipe hoped beyond hope Luna never regained it.
She felt a strong arm wrapping about her and turned into her own Mothers side as she let out her wails of heart-pain.

Yautja she may be, but that is why she hurt this much. To hurt a Yautja's child was the worst, as they weren't there to protect them.
It didn't matter to Hermione that this was before they even came to Earth, this thing had hurt her precious Youngling.

Qu'Illaa looked down to the despairing Hermione and felt her own heart seize.
She'd ran in and as soon as was safe broken down, and was now clinging to her own Youngling like a security blade.
Only one thing caused a mother this pain. She raised her head and let out a long guttural growl that even in her despair Hermione did the same.
It was the quieter version of the call for Justice. For vengeance.

As her growl ended she leaned down and picked up her Youngling and Younglings Daughter and carried them to the bed.
She would not be surprised if there were five in this bed this night.
Her daughter didn't show it outside, but she felt more deeply than some Yautja.

Hermione felt Luna shift in her arms and somehow found she'd been pulled onto her shoulder and Luna's small hand was stroking through her braids.
"Shh Mummy I'm here, you've got me here." Luna said, it didn't help as Hermione just let out even more broken sobs.

-0-

Harry stormed into his father's office, where Hermione would lose herself in grief Harry's rage would build.
He had been able to think straight in the shower but now, now his face was flushed and he had a constant growl coming from his throat.
This was the other reason he'd headed for Fathers. Once his rage hit a certain point he would switch to Auto-Pilot and his feet would finish the journey to his destination for him.
His Father was the only one who would be able to beat him in the sparring pit.

Na'Leth looked up to him and his eyes widened fractionally seeing him.
"Sparing Pit! NOW!" He barked standing up. The other Yautja in the room, from a visiting clan took one look at Harry's 'Small stature' and scoffed.

"You end our talk for this SoftmeAAAARRRGH!" Harry's hand had lashed out fully tense and shattered the Yautja's jaw.
"You. Medic." Na'Leth spat to the dazed Yautja, "You Pit!" He ordered to his Son, pointing out the door.

Harry whirled on the spot his psionic energy crackling about him causing his braids to wave in an ethereal wind.
Thankfully the pit was just one door down.
He went in and lost his vision to battle-rage.

Na'Leth followed him in and sighed. He hated what he was about to do – but the rare times his son ended up like this, unless he had a true target, the only way to break him from the rage was pain. Last time it had taken breaking both arms, all of the bones, and his leg, but not before he'd let Harry vent some of his rage
Thankfully Harry had forgotten his weapon belt so Na'Leth didn't need to worry about blades – not like last time.

He took his own belt off and stepped into the ring.

The next half an hour was a blur of blows until Na'Leth saw the bare edges of sense returning to his Son. This was what he was waiting for.
He charged in and grabbed Harry's forearms twisting harshly and felt the clicks of the bones breaking before kicking forwards and reversing Harry's knee.

Harry crumbled to the ground gasping, snapping back to reality and looking up to see his Father crouched warily.
"Ow." Harry said deadpan. It was his way of warning his Father that he was okay before he would pass out. Just like now, he thought as blackness claimed him.

Na'Leth looked to his son and growled, whatever this Snape had said was bad, he wondered just how bad as he lifted his unconscious son and took him to the Medical Bay.
His bones would be set and casted and he injected with Calci-Form, and he'd be able to leave the medical bay on a crutch today, Tomorrow he'd be walking free, and the day after he wouldn't know he'd had broken bones.

He walked in to see the Yautja from the Bone Harvesters stood there, the medic having finished.
"I see you discipline insubordination well, I comm"
"Quiet you fool! This is my Mark-Born. He has the Right, Rank and Privilege to interrupt me whenever!" He snapped. The other Yautja gulped and nodded, he now knew the only reason he hadn't been slashed by one of Na'Leth's blades was because Harry had been too quick.

"Medic, Heal him, I will have him in my quarters tonight." The Medic nodded and quickly set to work.
"I am sorry for my words Sa'thut but my son was in full Battle-Rage and had no Target." Na'Leth said to the other Yautja, watching as his eyes widened before he spoke.
"Forgive me for asking, how much Yautja is he? Half Cultured or full?" Na'Leth smiled at the honest and fair question.
"He has carried out the Final Act of the Dismemberment nine times –"
"Soon to be ten." Harry's voice interrupted causing the three others in the room to stop and look.
"He has earned the punishment?" Na'Leth asked angrily and Harry's Luminescent Green eyes met his yellow.

"He has. Your Son's Daughter on many occasions." Harry said blankly.
Na'Leth's mandibles extended and he trembled in the rage he felt.
"I will join you on the day Final act is carried out!" He snapped. Harry just nodded and set his head back on the pillow while waiting for the Medic to finish on his leg. His arms were already done.

Sa'Thut merely nodded before he turned to Na'Leth.
"I shall return in three days." Na'Leth nodded.

-0-

Hermione had finally calmed down and was sat with Luna on he lap at the table watching her finish a truly beautiful work of art.
She had painted her parents and herself in the shadow of a large tree on top of a cliff as a sunrise crested over ocean waves, the Noble spear flying by in the distance.

As a painting it was breath taking, Luna truly had a gift, but as to what the painting meant to her it was priceless, here was a Family Luna could call her own.
Hermione had spotted that somehow while making it look natural, the foam of the tips of all the waves all spelt out 'My Family' in Yautja.

Hermione still had tears falling, but these were happy tears, it was getting late though and she whispered to Luna to go for a shower and get her nightshirt.
Qu'Illaa looked at Hermione a moment before speaking.
"Luna bring your things back here, I think Hermione wishes to be with the full family this night." Hermione smiled a little and nodded as Luna left.

Hermione got up to hug her mother and stayed in her embrace for a short time until Luna's panicked "DADDY!" Came through the open door as she followed Na'Leth who was supporting a limping Harry with his arms and leg in Iso-casts.

"Battle-Rage?" Hermione asked as she quickly moved under his other arm.
Harry sighed and nodded sheepishly.
Hermione helped Harry to sit before turning to a very worried daughter and speaking.
"It's okay Babygirl. Daddy got real-mad at a very, very bad man. He was too angry to think straight so went to Granddad for help." Luna slowly nodded looking at Harry worried so Hermione thought 'in for a quart in for a Chit'

"I can't say what the bad man did, but it made Daddy so mad that he needed to fight someone.
Now the only person here who is strong enough to defeat Daddy is Granddad, even angry and knowing what would happen Harry went to Granddad because he needed this. Okay?" Luna nodded before she whispered.

"I just wanted to know is it safe to hug my Daddy without hurting him?" She said looking up to Hermione's amber eyes, worry clouding her beautiful silver.
Smiling Hermione nodded.
"Of course it is Babygirl." Hermione said, and Luna dodged around her and ran to Harry to hug him.
"I love you Daddy." Luna said before pulling back and heading to the washroom with her things. The other four got themselves settled on the bed, the women in the middle and their respective LifeMate's behind them, leaving a small space in the middle for Luna to crawl into.

A couple of days later and it was nearing the Yule Ball, after researching Christmas Hermione fell in love with the idea of spoiling your Family with presents and had gotten Luna a huge pile of gifts to surprise her with.

Luna was with a couple of child-mates at their Parents quarters, while at the moment she was lay on the bed reading on her front, her butt raised a bit as she kept jolting forwards every couple of seconds as Harry coupled with her.

That night as she tucked Luna in Hermione asked her if she wanted to wear a dress to the Ball or not. Her little smile of excitement all the answer she needed. Leaning forwards to kiss her on the forehead.
"Hunt well in your dreams." She said quietly as Luna nodded.
Hermione watched as Luna rolled to her side slipping her hand under the pillow as she closed her eyes.

The glint of light reflected catching Hermione's eye and making her smile a small smile.
Her little hand had wrapped around a small diamond encrusted Dagger handle.
Hermione wasn't worried about Luna hurting herself with it though, the blade would be in its sheath.

She stood turning on the nightlight before heading out, her Youngling was more and more coming into her own through the ways of the Yautja.
Hermione dreaded to think what would have happened to her without their arrival.
Would she have stayed that little girl scared of everything without an anchor to reality? Would she have simply floated aimlessly through her life?

She didn't know, but the thought scared her.

Looking around the room she sighed.
Harry would be a while yet. He and Father had taken the now dismembered Snape to Predators planet.
She still remembered how earlier that day the man's screams as his limbs were removed had echoed throughout the ship and Luna had ran into the room and collided with her.

It had taken some very fast talking of Hermione to get through to Luna that the Potions Master was not on the ship to look for Luna.
Eventually Hermione had to get Luna to put her armour on, Hermione had led the camouflaged Luna to the Shuttle-Pod where she had watched Na'Leth carry Snape onto a Shuttle-Pod Harry following. They had stayed until the shuttle had departed.

Hermione shook her head to clear the memories, sitting down she picked up her Transfiguration book and started to read the supporting information to her latest assignment.
She lost track as time passed until the peace of the evening was filled with a despairing wail shattering through the apartment.
"MUMMY DON'T DIE! MUMMMMMMYYYYYYYYY!"

Hermione's chair went flying as she bolted from the room to Luna's, opening the door Hermione saw Luna's tear streaked face as she thrashed in the bed.
"MUMMMYYYYY!"
Hermione ran overerHHH and pulled Luna into her arms gently tapping her face.
"Come on babygirl, wake up for me, that's it, come on." Hermione was saying as Luna's grey scared eyes opened up and focused on Hermione before with a cry she clamped her arms about Hermione.

Hermione simply held her through the worst of the sobs as she lay on Luna's bed, her Daughter wrapped in her arms.
"… her Mummy, I couldn't save her." Luna's broken voice reached Hermione's ears.
Leaning her head down a bit Hermione kissed the top of Luna's head.
"It's alright. You were there with her at the end. She didn't go to the Long Sleep alone." Hermione said quietly.
"But I couldn't save her." Hermione tightened her hug as she spoke.

"Babygirl do you want to tell me what happened?" Luna gave a shuddering breath as she nodded.
"C – can I ha – have some Blue juice?" Luna's tiny voice asked.
Carefully Hermione gathered Luna up, sheet wrapping the blond girl in a cocoon, and carried her from their quarters to the common room.

Once there she headed straight to the drinks dispenser and got the Blue Juice for Luna and a small glass of Throat-Burn for herself.
Taking the wrapped up girl over to the long couch she settled her on her lap.
"What happened babygirl?" Hermione asked.

"I – it was just after m – my birthday. The day after it Mummy!" Luna choked "I was in the garden playing as Mummy was in the kitchen brewing a special potion. One that would help the Werewolves better than the one we have now. I heard her shouting "No I won't tell you my potion you Slug. I don't want you stealing it!" and a fat man with grey hair. He walked out saying she'd be 'Sorry very soon'"

Luna drew in a shuddering breath.
"I got thirsty, went in the kitchen to get a pumpkin juice," Here the tears started falling. "Mummy looked at me and smiled. She'd had her back to the cauldron and it blew up! Just boom, and Mummy's magic exploded as well hitting me,"

Luna turned into Hermione's side her body shaking with hard sobs.
"She looked right at me Mummy. Her eyes didn't shine anymore, she fell and… and…MUMMMYYYYY!" Luna's loud wail echoed through the room, as a couple of other females sat their own heads bowed, having come for their own drinks in as Luna started speaking.

Hermione's own ambers were suspiciously damp as she held the trembling bundle.
"It's alright babygirl, Shh, it's alright…" Luna's choked cries seemed to give lie to those words.
Downing her Throat-Burn in one Hermione picked up Luna's juice and carried her back to their quarters, holding her through the tears.

Even when Harry returned Luna couldn't say anything.
It took them another hour to get her to sleep before Hermione took her back to her bed.
After she had she went back into the main bedroom and pulled harry in for a tender kiss.
"paint me inside…" She sighed out.

Harry rolled carefully off her as he pulled her into his arms, lifting her as he carried her into the washroom and standing with her under the shower as they washed each other.
He looked down to see a fire in her ambers and was slightly worried – that was the fire of The Hunt.
"More may have hurt our youngling, Blood Gold may be required."

Harry nodded. If it was true that it was, the guilty one had a limited life expectancy, and their gold would be forfeit to Luna.
The little blond didn't know it but a share of the wealth from the Rogue who had taken her Birth Father, from her was now in her own little Treasure-room. They had sent the rest to the Goblins along with everything else in the hopes they could track relatives of the other sentient dead down and see their due was paid.

"How soon do we need to Hunt?" Harry asked.
"I will be starting two days after this 'Christmas' thing. I am not going to leave my Daughter for those two days for anything though. Apparently it is a time for family." Harry nodded stepping under the water do dampen his braids again before reaching for the Hair-Cleanse, or as Luna called it 'Orange-Goop' he recalled with a small smile.

The stuff worked like magic though he thought passing the bottle to Hermione after pouring himself a generous hand full.
It didn't take long to massage it into his braids but he had to chuckle at Hermione. She always had that one bit at the back of her neck she could never quite get.

Slapping her butt gently making her squeak in surprise before she stamped on his foot in retaliation, he stepped up and poured a small amount and gently started to cover the area she'd missed as he grinned. It wasn't often he could make her jump what with her training and everything.

Twenty minutes later and they were done and out the shower climbing onto the bed.
He pulled her into his arms as he saw the luminescence in her eyes dim slightly with a hidden pain.
"Talk to me light of my heart." He said quietly as she rested her head on his shoulder, drawing invisible patterns on his six-pack.

He was worried when he felt a couple of tears strike his skin as she started speaking.
"It's Little One. Remember when in our care class that one day she could see the Thestrals and we thought maybe she'd someone in their hospital go quietly or something to do with an animal?" She asked quietly.
Harry slowly nodded.

"The accident that stunted her growth as a Youngling, it was her Birth Mothers Psionic core detonating after an exploding potion hit her. You know how lethal shrapnel to the back can be. Luna watched her mother enter the Long Sleep still standing, before her body collapsed…" Hermione said her shoulders shook with the small sobs emanating from her.

"No youngling should have to face that." She said hoarsely.
Harry closed his eyes as he held her close, this would certainly account for the need for him she had earlier.
"Shh, she's got us now." He said, continuing quietly. "We will never be able to replace her Birth Family, but we can and do care for her as if she had come from your loins.
I swear this, if her Birth Mother was sent to the Long Sleep before her time, I will see Justice done, just as I did with Snape."

Hermione had stopped her crying now before she spoke quietly.
"You did take a trophy from him right? I kind of lost it in the interrogation towards the end – did I leave you anything to even take?" She asked quietly.

"Father and I stayed long enough that the Predators came and feasted. Once he had passed I took his skull; that you didn't break, it now rests at the base of my trophy wall in the Excrement Eaters shell."

Hermione couldn't help it, she broke out laughing. The excrement eaters weren't the tiny things that Humans called Dung-Beetles no.
These were the same shape, same internal organs, same dietary requirements, but were 12 foot tall.

Y – you put him in a shit-eater!" She rolled onto her back clutching her stomach as she squealed in laughter kicking into the air.
Harry chuckled as he watched her let loose with another round of guffaws when she saw his nonplussed face. "Death eater – permanently eaten in death!" Hermione ended up rolling off the bed as she squealed out her latest laughs. Harry propped himself up to look down at a curled up nude Hermione pounding the floor with her fist as she laughed.

Eventually she got herself under control and crawled back onto the bed flopping onto her back arms above her head and one foot flat knee raised as she gasped for breath.
"I take it you approve." Harry said with a grin.
Hermione's eyes gleamed as she hit the light switch above her plunging the room into darkness except for the moonlight in the window shining off her heaving breasts as she whispered huskily.
"Let me show you how much I approve." And pulled him on top for yet another slow coupling.

The next morning Harry who was just coming 'round could hear the shower going in their washroom so knew Hermione was up and about already, however his plans for a lazy morning were cancelled due to a high pitched squealing voice yelling "ATTACK!" Before a weight slammed onto his stomach driving the air from him as Luna had jumped on him.

He smiled up at her before rolling to the side dislodging her with a squeal.
"You know this calls for a counterattack right?" He said grinning.
"gotta catch me first!" Luna said rolling away to fall off the bed.
Harry quickly went to follow only to not be able to see her – unknown to him at first she'd rolled under the bed to pop out the other side.

"Gotcha!" Luna called as she jumped onto his back wrapping her arms and legs about his upper torso.
"Luna! Shower!" Hermione's voice called out to them.
"NOT YET! PLEEEEEESE" Luna called back. And Harry chuckled. He knew she wouldn't win and sure enough…"Luna Shower time! Now!" He felt her grip on him tighten as she called back.
"NO! I've captured Daddy!" Harry had to let out a snort at this.
"LUNA!" Hermione's frustrated call came back, but Harry could also hear the underlying amusement in her voice.

Before Luna could reply she was squealing with laughter again as Harry stood up with her still attached to his back.
"Oh no! my Capturer has disappeared!" Harry said loudly.
"Whatever shall I do? Maybe she's in the corridor!" Harry walked over to pretend to look for her there ignoring the giggling blond on his back.
"Nope! Maybe she's In the Washroom with Mummy." He said walking through to the room to see Hermione leaning against the sink a mirthful smile on her face.

"Nope, unless you're hiding her Mummy." Harry said a wide grin on his face as Hermione mock surrendered holding her hands up.
All the while Luna was giggling behind him.
"Oh well I guess I've lost her. I suppose I better have a shower what do you think Mummy?" Harry asked Hermione as he heard Luna's 'eep!' from behind him.

"Mummy thinks that's a really good idea Daddy." Hermione said nodding desperately trying not to laugh it seemed.
As Harry walked over to the shower cubicle he turned the water on and Luna let out an ear-piecing squeal as she leapt from him. He had a specific setting for his morning showers.

"COOOOOOOLD!" Luna's scream echoed around the room as Harry turned to face her.
"Oh there you are!" He said with a grin at her shocked looking face.
"Daddy." She said in the most serious tone she'd ever used. "You are Cer-AZY!"" She whirled around and walked from the room heading to her own washroom.

The huffed expression and raised nose as she left was the final straw for Hermione who leant against the counter laughing as Harry continued his quick morning routine.
Hermione stepped away from the sink as he approached so he could finish as she spoke.

"I'm heading down to the planet with Luna today – she wants a dress for tomorrow night. Do you want anything grabbing?" Harry was just scrubbing his teeth so ended up using the one handed hand signals they used in combat to signal a no before a wait one moment.

He quickly finished before turning to her and walking up to her to lift her into his arms for a quick but caring kiss.
"Surprise me with something, and see if you can get a professional Artist Set for Luna would you. Use the Potter Ring." Hermione nodded as she had her own arms about his waist as he spoke.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to be with you today. I've got a meeting with Sirius Black on the prison island of Azkaban. I need to let him know we'll be on the Hunt for the real guilty party as well as get as much information as I can from him in order to aid the Hunt."
Hermione nodded as she leaned up to kiss him again.
"Aaarrrgh! Mummy and Daddy are being cutesy!" Luna's voice came from behind them and Hermione laughed as Harry smiled.

Luna's bright innocence and random comments never failed to lighten any ones day.
Stepping around Harry Hermione lifted Luna in her arms and spoke.
"Come on you, let's go pick some warm clothes for you to put on, it's too cold in Scotland for just a swimsuit."

Luna nodded as Hermione walked out with Harry following.
Once in the main bedroom Hermione peeled off to take Luna back to her room to choose her outfit while Harry went and donned his armour.
If everything he'd heard about this Azkaban was correct he wanted every advantage possible.

He finished suiting up as Hermione walked back out with Luna who was just pulling her weapon-belt buckle closed.
Her blond hair had been left loose with a bright blue headband keeping it from her face as she wore a blue jumper and leggings, on her feet were a blue pair of boots and hooked in her belt was a pair of bright pink gloves. In her hands was a rolled up piece of paper.

"I'm guessing you're not going for the stealth option then." Harry said as Hermione pulled her own weapon-belt on her bare body.
Turning she walked up to him before cocking her head slightly.
"Hold still." *CLANG* Hermione had grabbed his upper arm in one hand and slammed her other fist on his shoulder.
"That's better, you need to see the Armourer, your armour wasn't quite locked at the shoulder joint. Much as I appreciate you growing you need your armour to fit." She finished sternly at the now 6 foot two Harry. She herself had grown another inch, and her bust had increased even more much to her annoyance.

Harry remembered one conversation he'd overheard when the three were visiting his Parents while Luna taught the Youngling they were watching about painting, he and his father were simply sat watching, while Hermione was complaining to her mother that even bound or with the support charm they were getting in the way of her punches.

Mother had simply said not to worry.
"you will soon be accustomed to them there and they will no longer bother you."

Harry shook his head slightly to return to what was happening now.
"I'll go tonight." He said earnestly. It could be something as simple as not quite fitting properly armour that could turn your Orbital Drop to a Burning Drop or many other things that could lead to complications.

"See that you do." Hermione said leaning up for another kiss, before turning and heading out, Luna's hand in her own, Harry wondered how the backwards Human culture would cope with a nude Hermione among them, shrugging he turned and picked up his helmet and gauntlets putting the thoughts out his mind before heading to the Teleport room, going in just as Hermione and Luna disappeared.

Pulling on his Gauntlets and Helmet he spoke.
"You have the coordinates to the prison?" The operator nodded. "Good send me to their receiving room." Harry said before his view blinked and he re-appeared in a room with a man in red robes behind a desk who didn't even acknowledge him.

Realising this man hadn't even realised Harry was there he frowned behind his visor, just how lax was the security here?
"Lord Harry James Potter to see Sirius Black." Harry said as he lifted his helmet off.

The man jumped and looked up to him in shock.
"Cor that ain't right sir, shouldn't make a man jump like that nosir." Harry glared down at the man.
"Again I am here to see Sirius Black, and I should not be able to make a man on duty at a prison jump." Harry said.

The man nodded.
"Right well, this way." He said leading Harry to a room.

"Thank you." Harry said and leaving the man and took a seat by a table waiting replacing his helmet, it was a few minutes later when the door the opposite side of the room opened and a different red robed man with a cold hard face came through and threw a man with long scraggly black hair into the room hard enough to impact the table and drive the wind from him.

Harry surged up and was across the room having the red robed pinned to the wall a blade against his throat.
"We delivered intelligence that this man was innocent. You do not treat innocents like that – the only reason he's still here is we haven't got the full evidence to clear him. yet. Now, why does he look underfed and horribly treated?" Harry growled out.

"W – we got o – orders about t – two o – or three weeks a – ago. M – minister Fudges Orders! Black c – can't be innocent! M – make h – him c – confess!" Harry let his grip harden even more as he lifted the blade of his dagger forcing the man to stand on tip toes.
"I am going to come with you when we return Mr Black to his cell, you harm one more hair on his head and you will be breathing through a different hole. Understand?" the man nodded and once more Harry noticed someone had voided themselves in fear – getting people to do that was becoming a bad habit.
"Go clean yourself up." He snapped throwing the man out the room.

Turning back to the table as he sheathed his dagger he saw the emaciated man staring at him with shock, his rags for robes with the accumulated dirt of over a decade in this pit.
"My apologies Mr Black had we known you were still being treated like this after finding circumstantial but difficult to disbelieve evidence of your innocence we would have stepped in before now." Harry said, his Helmet's HuD bringing up alarming results on the man's health.

"I don't know who you are." Sirius's voice gravelly with disuse said, "But thank you."
"No thanks are necessary Mr Black. I thought you would like to know however I am going to be part of the group that will be Hunting the real criminal. The one that framed you. If you have any information that can help…" Sirius gave a dry wracking cough of a laugh as he answered.

"The little rats at Hogwarts," He said.
Harry sat bolt upright at this.
"Mr Black? How do you know this?" Harry said urgency in his voice.
Sirius reached into his robe and withdrew a piece of paper, on it was a picture of a red headed family.
"Look here on the youngest ones shoulder," He pointed to a rat.
"That 'Rat' is Peter Pettigrew, animagus."

Harry sat back and swore.
"Okay, that's a lot more than we had before." Harry said, continuing on with "Pardon me for asking, but why did you not point this out to anyone?"
Sirius's sad voice came back to him.
"I deserve to be here. I let revenge cloud my judgement. My Godson needed me and I handed him over to Dumbledore, he hasn't been seen since."

Harry forced down a growl, hadn't Dumbledore told him anything? When asked his answer infuriated the Hunter.
"Ha! He's one of the reasons I'm in here!" Sirius said waving his hand. "I used to work Law Enforcement, but I've been in here without a trial since '81. He's Chief Warlock and knows this." Harry took a deep breath calming himself as Sirius continued.

"The only reason I didn't break out when I saw that is the few times I get hold of a paper – that one being the last," He pointed to the picture on the table. "Every paper somewhere asks 'Where is Harry Potter.' So wherever he is I know the Death Eaters haven't got him, and he's well hidden, so although I could break out I won't – it's my personal penance"

Harry inclined his head and spoke.
"A well-reasoned deduction, and accurate." He held a hand up as Sirius sat bolt upright.
"Easy Mr Black, you need to hear a few things." Harry said.
"First, and trust me there is a reason I ask this, do you know what the Yautja are?" Sirius shook his head at this and Harry nodded expecting no less.
He spent the next half an hour explaining them – including a brief description of their way of life.

"The reason I told you this is simple. Dumbledore has made well-meaning decisions, but failed abysmally in their execution.
He left your Godson with a Family called 'The Dursley's' –"
"WHAT!" Sirius shot to his feet and a guard ran in wand drawn.
"Oh do sit down Mr Black, Harry is no longer there," Pointing to the guard. "You. Leave." As it was the same one as earlier, he had no objection to that order and left the room.

Waiting until Sirius sat down again Harry continued.
"I am not sure how many years ago this was, but My Father was in his vessel on the edge of this worlds solar system when an alarm went off – that alarm was set to a life signs monitor for a Mr Granger here on Earth signalling his death. He came immediately to investigate the cause and was in at the house no more than 5 minutes after the signal reached him, along with his LifeMate," Harry took a breath as he drew a blade, extending it hilt first to Sirius

"With this very blade she ended the life of the female who was torturing a Youngling barely past suckling. Father had used wrist blades similar to these," Harry held his arms up to extend his blades as he spoke.
"To end the lives of two men assisting the female. We have since found out they were all of the same family, LeStrange I believe."
"Y – your father killed Rabaston and Rodolphus!? And your mother ended my crazy Cousin with this?!" Sirius interrupted. Harry nodded a little off put when he realised he had just spoke about ending the lives of three of this man's family.
"good!" Sirius said.

Harry let out a sigh of relief as he continued, taking the dagger back.
"Well when it was seen that this girl was now an orphan, My Parents took her in, adopted and raised her. She is now one of the top Huntresses in the Yautja." Harry explained with pride in his voice.
"Now upon leaving this girl's house, out of habit my father scanned the surroundings with his thermals – that means he used something that meant he could see different heat signatures," Sirius nodded in understanding.
"When he did, he saw an… anomaly, in the house across the road." Letting out a growl Harry continued.

In the house were four signatures – three were where beds would be, the fourth was in a gap under the stairs. Among the Yautja there is no greater crime than to harm a Youngling, even Murder is lower on the scale.
Upon entering the house and finding the state of the child Father immediately took him to the medical bay. This child was wrapped in a blanket with the name 'Harry Potter' sewn in to it. He too has since been raised as a Yautja. In his heart, his very soul he is a Yautja." Harry said carefully.
Sirius slowly nodded as he spoke.

"So he was raised well – Knows the differences between right and wrong?" Harry laughed.
"He was." Originally not going to do this, but seeing the genuine regret and the wish for atonement is Sirius's eyes Harry made a decision. He slipped the gauntlets from his hands before lifting them to his helmet.
Removing his helmet he looked at Sirius, his green eyes almost glowing.
"Hello Godfather."
"Harry?" Sirius asked looking at him with a rising hope in his dead eyes.

"Yes. I am Harry Potter. Royal Hunter, LifeMate to Hermione, and have recently adopted a beautiful little youngling who captured our hearts." Sirius just sat there staring.
"Mr Black?" Harry said, seeming to snap Sirius out of it.
"Bloody hell Harry? What are they feeding you?! You're taller than me by a head!" Harry threw his head back roaring with laughter at this.

"Only the good stuff Sirius. Father hopes with the right nutrition I'll hit 7 feet. Hermione is looking to make 6 foot 9." Sirius nodded before speaking.
"So you're going after Pettigrew?"

Harry nodded.
"If he finds out he'll run – if he hasn't already." Harry shrugged. "I am a Hunter. Tracking criminals is what I do." Sirius nodded.
"What will you do when you catch him?" he asked.
"First we will use his existence to prove your innocence, then depending on his crimes depends on his punishment." Harry said.
"What? He needs to die!" Sirius said heatedly.
"Indeed, and he will – it is the method of his death that is yet to be determined." Harry said blandly. "For now though it is high time I had to leave – but first I need to see you back to your cell safely." Sirius shuddered, causing Harry to frown.

"Mr Black?" Harry said.
"First Harry, to you and your… LifeMate?" Harry nodded, "It will always just be Sirius." Harry nodded.
Sirius looked around a haunted expression on his face as he spoke. "Two weeks ago I was moved. I was put in Solitary with a Dementor stationed right outside my door. I only stay partly sane now due to my Form." Harry raised a questioning eyebrow and found both eyebrows raising in shock, when opposite him instead of Sirius sat a large emaciated black dog. A smile then slowly formed on his face as he nodded.

Sirius changed back with a grin before he shuddered again.
"I'll go back Harry, but find Pettigrew quickly, or the next time you see me I might not have much of a mind left." Harry frowned and stood pulling his gauntlets on.
"Sirius, a lot is about to happen in a short time," Harry slid a disk with his mark on from his wrist blade sheath.
"Keep hold of this."

He flipped the disc over to Sirius before resetting his helmet.
"Guard!" Harry called out.
A different red robed man entered.
"Under the current agreement between the Yautja and Madame Bones, the Head of the DMLE, I am asking you to release this man into the custody of the Yautja Justice Clan." Harry said.
"I – I'm sorry but I don't have the authorisation to allow that. Black's case has been locked down by the Minister. It was only after you were already here that orders came through to not allow visitors." The man said.

"Fine, you have two options. One we wait here while you contact Madame Bones and she authorises it, or Two," Harry brought his shoulder cannon online and aimed at the table blowing a hole in the middle of it. "I remove Black anyway." The man nodded before he got a slightly vengeful look on his face.
"What you're doing will hurt Fudge?" Harry shrugged. "After here I am going to have…words with the minister."
The man nodded.
"Fastest way out is the corridor on your left on the way out. I can give you 30 seconds before I sound the alarm. You got a way off the island?" Harry nodded. "Go."

Harry ran out the room flipping Sirius up onto his shoulder as he ran.
He pounded down the corridor, his scans bringing up a visual on his helmet of the opposite side of the wall. Harry grinned, it was open land.

On his other shoulder he brought his cannon to bear and let loose with a 'triple-tap" Blowing a hole in the wall big enough for three Yautja to jump through.
As he did the sirens sounded and Harry launched out the hole, landing on the ground and running to the shore.

"Two to extract!" Harry shouted into his Helmet-com. Harry waved at the rapidly approaching Dementors as they disappeared.

-0-

Hermione had hold of Luna's hand as they re-appeared on the main road through Hogsmead, looking down she saw her Daughters wide happy eyes as she looked around.
"It's snowing Mummy!" She quickly let go of her hand, ran up the street a little as she pulled her pink gloves on before bending down pulling some snow into a ball.

Hermione jumped as the loosely clumped snow shattered on her breast. Looking down she brushed some stray bits of snow from her skin before looking up with a grin.
"Uh-oh." Luna said before running off laughter ringing along the street.

The residents of Hogsmead that day were treated to the sight of a nude woman chasing a little blond throwing snowballs at her.

"Missed again Mummy!" Luna called back diving around the corner straight into the biggest man not a Yautja she'd ever seen.
"'Elo there, an' who might you be?" The man asked his beard moving with his words as Hermione came around the corner.
"Luna?" Hermione said dropping the snowball in her hand as her other strayed to the hilt of a dagger.

Luna was still looking up at the man and blinked, giving a shy smile before running back and cuddling into Hermione's side.
"Rubeus Hagrid's the name Miss. I've no need ask who yeh are, on'y one lass I know of who would walk arund 'ere dressed in just a belt o' weapons." He said holding his hand out.
Hermione nodded taking the man's hand, it was as large as her fathers she idly noticed.

"You're probably right there." Hermione said with a smile.
"So what yeh doin 'round these parts?" Hagrid asked as he waved the way back into town. Turning to walk Hagrid one side of her, Luna tucked into the other she answered.
"Oh, we're here because my Little One here," Hermione looked to the now chronically shy Luna who was taking peeks past her to Hagrid.
"Want's a dress for the Ball tomorrow." Hagrid nodded before he sighed.
"Yeh know o' course it's o'ny fourth years an' up don't'cha?" Hagrid asked. Hermione immediately spotted her Daughters eyes filling up with tears and stopped in the street to crouch in front of the little blond.
"Babygirl?" Luna was obviously trying not to cry but a couple of tears slid down her face as she looked down.
"I'm only a third year. I can't go." Hermione reached out and pulled Luna into her arms as she stood settling her on the hip opposite to Hagrid as she spoke, walking down the street, the tall man still with them.

"Don't you worry about that Babygirl. They've said all the champions need to attend, so I'm going as your Daddy's date but don't you think he won't want you there too. Have you ever seen anyone apart from Granddad get the better of your Daddy?" Luna nodded.
"you." Hermione smiled at that,
"I don't count as I'm his LifeMate – I'm always going to get the better of Daddy."
Hermione heard what could have been coughs coming from Hagrid instead of laughter, but simply carried on.

"If you want to go to the ball tomorrow, you'll be there I promise." Hermione said.
Luna looked to her, seeming to search for something in her luminescent eyes before smiling and wrapping her arms about Hermione's neck and hugging her before resting her head on Hermione's shoulder.

Hermione looked about to see they were now in the centre of town as they walked and had to fight a sigh. The Humans in town were all shocked at her again.
She knew that the Magical Times article had been published so people knew about the Yautja's ways, yet they were still shocked and embarrassed at seeing a naked female.
She didn't understand it at all, especially not when she saw a small family. To even have that youngling the two would have needed to be naked to couple.

Putting the thoughts out her head she looked up to Hagrid.
"So where's the best shop to get this one a dress then?" Hagrid smiled as he spoke.
"Just here, it's where I bin leadin' yeh – see this place 'ere called Gladrags?" Hermione looked up to the shop that did indeed have the word 'Gladrags' over the door and a lot of mannequins with suits and dresses on in the window scene.

"Thank you." Hermione said going in as Hagrid nodded and headed off in a different direction.
Once in Hermione went up to the counter where a young woman stood goggling at her.
"Oh for… Yes I'm nude, get over it." Hermione growled out making the woman jump.
"Ah sorry. Welcome to Gadrags how can we help?"

Hermione sat Luna on the edge of the counter as she spoke, crossing her arms on the counter.
"I'm here for a dress for my Daughter." Hermione said. "I believe this is the right place? I don't do clothes shopping so had to ask directions."
The woman coughed a bit as she spoke. "I ah… can see that. So How old is your Daughter."
"I'm Thirteen! But I still gotta grow a little." Luna said frowning at the woman who'd ignored her.

Hermione gave a small smile and looked to Luna who was now gently swinging her crossed ankles as she looked around.
"Babygirl, do you want to have a look around the shop while I talk to the lady?" Luna gave a nod.
"Okay hop on down. Stay in the shop though." Luna nodded "Okay mummy." As she hopped down to the floor.

Luna turned to her and passed up the piece of paper she had earlier.
Looking Hermione unrolled it to see a beautiful blue dress design. Hermione looked at her daughter and spoke.
"Luna, is this what you want?" Hermione asked.
Luna's nod was emphatic. "Okay I'll ask the lady, now you go have a look around.

She watched as Luna ran over to the shoes before turning to the woman before speaking.
"Look at this and tell me what you think. Can you get it done by tomorrow evening?"
The woman took the paper and unrolled it to look at the design.

It was a simple sleeveless midnight blue dress that had a slight V-neck with wide shoulder straps leading to a trim waist, to a pleated knee length skirt.
Around the waist Luna had done her own blue weapon belt with only her blue blade sheaths attached.

The woman looked at the dress and nodded.
"In fact I have a dress exactly like this ready except the skirt's a little long."
She came around the counter and started to lead Hermione to the dresses only for the pair of them to stop at the sight of Luna seemingly to hold onto a simple green robe, her eyes streaming tears as she kept forcing the choked sobs back.

Hermione ran over to her sweeping her up into her arms as Luna turned into her.
"It's my mummies! My other mummy!" She choked out before dissolving into more tears.
"Babygirl?" Hermione said leading her away along with a worried looking shop assistant, who looked to the robes.

"Oh that tatty thing. It was donated to us a while back for repair and resale." The assistant said
"Mummy, Please, I, I - pleeeese!" Luna cried into Hermione's shoulder.
Hermione seated herself on a stool and spoke quietly to Luna.
"You sure it's hers?" Hermione asked as Luna sniffed.
"L – Left sleeve." Hermione nodded for the store lady to check. Waiting for her to do so, coming back a moment later with a strange expression. Leaning down she whispered into Hermione's ear.
"Celeste Lovegood"

Hermione nodded.
"We'll take it." Hermione said as she looked to the woman, who nodded.
"Okay. It's two Sickles as it's not worth much." The lady said and Hermione frowned at her as she heard Luna's quiet "It is to me…"

Getting up she nodded back to the way the woman was going originally.
Thankfully she got the message and led the way.
Hermione followed with Luna in her arms until they got to a stand that like the assistant said, apart from skirt length was the exact dress Luna had sketched and painted.
"Babygirl." Hermione said pointing to the dress.
Luna looked over and her eyes widened as she smiled, nodding rapidly. "Don't change it!" she said.
"You want to keep the ¾ length skirt?" The lady asked.
Luna nodded again her eyes shining both from her tears before and the joy in them now.

Hermione smiled kissing her temple before turning to the woman.
"Having at least read about them having a witch for a daughter," Luna poked her tongue out to Hermione, who tapped her on the nose with a finger sending her cross-eyed. "Behave Babygirl – I take it you can easily do the sizing charms?" The assistant nodded.

"Now we've got your daughter sorted, could I interest you in our range of clothes?" The assistant asked, "We have everything from bras, panties through to a complete wardrobe." She finished glancing at Hermione's bust before returning to her face.

Hermione sighed.
"Tell me – do you get a paper called 'The Magical Times?'" The woman shook her head, "No but I read the weeks back copies when I visit my parents every Saturday.
Hermione nodded.
"I suggest you read the paper from today – it has an in-depth explanation of Yautja and their lack of need for clothes." She said.

"Now, how soon can you have our things ready?" Hermione asked.
"Oh, it'll only be a couple of minutes and they'll be good to go.
"Okay I'll wait, before you start though – can you tell me the best place to get high quality quills and parchment from?"
Oh that'll be Scrivenshaft's right over there." The lady said pointing out the window, Hermione looked and saw the shop with 'Scrivenshaft's' done in fancy script and an image of a quill.
"Luna, do you want to go and pick something nice from the shop." Hermione said. Luna nodded and Hermione set her down passing her a couple of Sickles from the pouch on her weapon belt.

"Go on Babygirl." Hermione said and watched as Luna took off at a run out the door.

Turning back to the lady she let her smile drop.
"Listen, I understand you didn't mean any harm before with that other dress," Hermione said following the woman as she went to the stand to collect the blue dress. "But, that dress my Daughter last saw when she was 9, when her birth-mother died in it." The woman stopped dead a gasp shooting from her mouth.

"Oh god, I am so sorry." The lady said. Hermione waved her off as she spoke, taking hold of the dress now being passed to her as they went to the other damaged dress.
"We will most likely make this the first item in what is called a Memory Book for her Birth-Mother. She has already got one started for her Birth-Father.

"If you're going to put this in a book do you want it shrinking?" Hermione smiled and shook her head.
"No, what happens is Luna will have another special chest delivered to her room." Everything she has from her Birth-Mother or finds that reminds her of her Birth-Mother gets put in that chest. On the top, locked in place is a book, she will write in this book about the item and the memory attached to it."

The lady nodded, finally managing to remove the robes from the stand.
"One thing we Yautja raise our younglings old enough to have even a trace of memory of their parents is this. 'Never forget'" Hermione said quietly. "I am her Mark-Mother, she took my Mark and I am now as much her Mother as I can be. We say it is as if we birthed the youngling, but we know we can never truly replace them."

The woman nodded as she finished the packing.
"Thank you for explaining that to me. I don't claim to understand a lot of things outside clothes but what you're doing for her," She let the sentence trail off. Hermione nodded a smile as she lifted the package and held her hand out for the bill.

Looking down she frowned to see there wasn't a total price on it, she looked back up with her head tilted to the side in confusion.
"Consider them a Christmas present to her." Hermione smiled and nodded.
"Thank you." She said, just heading out the door when she heard Luna's voice calling out.
"LET ME GO YOU BIG MEANIE, DON'T MAKE ME HURT YOU!" Hermione's eyes widened and she ran down the street to where she was hearing the sounds of pain from an alley.

Running around the corner she had to stop and actually take in the sight.
Luna was sat on someone's back their arms pulled back and held together like Luna had been taught in defence.

What hadn't been taught but Hermione was going to suggest it be added was how the arms were tied back. The right arm had been tied to the left leg, and the left arm the right leg.

Luna had used two dark blue ribbons, now tied in a neat bow.
Luna was sat on their back wielding a rubber chicken and hitting it off his head repeatedly.
"You. Are. A. Bad. Man. Say. You're. Sorry!" Hermione snickered attracting Luna's attention, her arm raised about to bring the chicken down again.

"Oh hi Mummy! This BAD – thwack – MAN – thwack – tried to take my things from the shop and grabbed me when I wouldn't let go." Hermione had seen the two 'Red Robes' The other end and had realised they were probably closer and arrived as Luna was putting her training in action. When the pink haired female started sniggering at the last two hits Hermione lost it and collapsed against the wall laughing.

It was made worse when he saw the Red Robes.
"Will you please arrest me! Please! This is embarrassing!"
Luna looked behind her to see the Red Robes and smiled at them. The tall dark skinned male walked up to her as he spoke.
"Thank you for dealing with the 'bad man' for us. Can I take him to jail now?" Luna actually appeared to think about it a moment looking down to the man before.
Thwack – "BAD MAN! Okay now you can take him." She hopped off him and walked up to Hermione who had slid to the ground laughing, Luna's last action finally breaking the stoic face of the tall man as he burst out laughing.

"They're never gonna believe this back at the DMLE!" The woman said coming up and waving before the three disappeared with a 'crack'

Luna came up to Hermione a pout on her lips.
"It's not funny Mummy. I had to use my new Ribbons!" Luna stamped her foot in a typical youngster's tantrum.
Hermione managed to pull herself into some semblance of control before she had to ask,
"Luna just where did you find a rubber chicken?"
Luna shrugged. "It was already there, so I used it" Hermione chuckled as she took Luna back into the shop.

Going up to the counter she ignored the man staring at her chest as she spoke.
"Hello, my Daughter just had a man take her new Ribbons away, I was wondering if we could get a couple more."

The man didn't answer.
"Yes! They're milk-glands. Get over it!" She shouted at him making him jump out his skin.
"S – sorry!" He stuttered out. Sighing Hermione once again thought she would never understand Humans – and she was one by birth!
"Ribbons?" She said slowly.
"Oh, what colour?" He said and Luna piped up from where the tall counter had hidden her.
"Same as before please." The man managed to tear his gaze away from Hermione as he looked over the counter.

"Ah the Midnight Blue. Two more?" Luna nodded with a smile.
He leaned back and pulled a couple out a box and set them on the counter.
"Six knuts please." Hermione watched as Luna reached into her pocket and opened her palm.
It only had four of the bronze coins in. Hermione had only given her a small amount to shop with before.
Luna looked up to her tears brimming.
Kneeling down Hermione took her hand.

"It's alright Babygirl. I'll get these ones for you with the rest of my things. I can see you were careful with your money. You even told me a couple of days ago your favourite sweet would be four Knuts.
You keep those for your sweet." Hermione gently closed Luna's palm and kissed Luna's forehead before standing.

Turning to the man she spoke.
"Please put those two to one side, I'll collect them once I've got everything else I need." He nodded.
Hermione turned around and started going through the shop, picking up rolls of parchment a couple of Velum, a beautiful traditional calligraphy set, and bottles of different coloured inks before returning to the counter.

Looking out the door she spotted the sweet shop and decided she was going to probably regret this but withdrew four Galleons from the money-pouch and turned to Luna who'd followed her everywhere.

"Luna, I've got four galleons in my hand, and an empty sweet cupboard in our quarters…" Luna's eyes widened at this as she spoke.
"Four whole galleons just for sweets?!" Distracted as the man was even he winced as Hermione nodded passing Luna the coins.
"Why don't you do the sweet shopping." Luna pocketed the coins and shot out the shop like a well-aimed throwing star straight to Honeydukes.

"Miss. I know from the papers you were raised in a different culture, and possibly don't realise this, but if she gets too much sugar in her –" Hermione interrupted turning to him.
"She'll probably have a sugar rush, be overexcited, a little difficult to control?" The man slowly nodded. Shrugging she answered.
"Sounds like a normal Youngling to me." And headed back between rows of shelves.

She picked up four large art pads, a big box of paints a selection of paintbrushes and an easel before returning to the front.

"Okay that's everything," she said.
"Ah will you want all this shrinking miss?" he asked. Hermione shook her head as she gathered everything together.
"No just the bill and six of each colour of your ribbons, and a big box to put everything except that small pad and pencils in – I'll have them in a bag." She said.
Five minutes later she was pressing the ring for Lady Potter to the bill of 40 Galleons 7 Sickles and 3 knuts.

Once done she used a spare bit of parchment that told whoever read it to put the box in her quarters.
Setting the note on top of the box she slipped a Teleport disc out her wrist-sheath setting it on the box before tapping the symbol and backing away quickly as not to be pulled up accidently.
Once the box with all of her shopping had gone she smiled her thanks to the store clerk before heading out.

Going over to the sweet shop her eyes widened at the sight. Maybe 4 galleons was a bit much.
The bags the assistant was handing down to Luna were bulging, Hermione had a brief thought to thank her guiding spirit that she'd only given Luna four Galleons.

Luna came over and took her hand as they stepped out into the street.
Hermione looked around and her eyes lit up as she spotted the jewellers.
Going over to them with Luna's hand in hers she went straight to the display cabinet for all the various chains. She needed three sizes. Thankfully she already knew the length's required.

"Babygirl what do you think? Gold or silver for me?" Hermione said looking down to her.

Luna looked up to her with a slight frown as she looked at her, back to the case and back again.
As she did the assistant came over, her stern face in a frown as she spoke.
"Can I help you miss?" Hermione looked over to her and recognised the sort right away.
"Well firstly you can get the manager for me." Hermione said with a glint in her eye. Yautja did not use clothes, but jewellery was a completely different matter, and they had received many a greeting at first until it was understood gold would be spent.
"Tell them the Lady Potter requires a word." Hermione said holding her hand up and allowing the ring to flash into view.

The mere sales assistant disappeared.
"Mummy, I think you should go with that gold there." Luna pointed to a bright reflective gleam that Hermione agreed would contrast against her skin beautifully.
"Can I help you My Lady?" A female voice came to her ears, looking Hermione saw a woman stood there in what she now recognised as a business suit.

"Yes, I require 8 lengths of gold chain, all that shade, and I require the two longest to have larger links. They will need clips on the ends that allow them to be clipped anywhere along the chain they are a part of.

The woman nodded and led Hermione over to the counter with Luna following.
"In that shade of gold we have these thicknesses." She showed Hermione a tray with a sample selection of chains.

"I'll take the thinnest, apart from the longest chains, those will need to be the middle thickness."
"Okay, what sizes will you need?" Hermione listed off the different lengths smiling at the pasty expression she saw on the woman from before – well these places did work on commission after all and her order was going to be worth quite a lot.

After giving the required lengths Hermione stood there waiting for the woman who's eyes had widened considerably in surprise.
"My Lady for the quality of the gold you have chosen, are you aware for the larger chains it will be worth the equivalent to One Galleon per link? You are literally asking for thousands of Galleons worth of Pure Gold." Hermione shrugged. "I've got Millions of coins up in my Treasure-Room on the Noble Spear from all over the Galaxy, I'm really not going to worry about a few thousand." The woman slowly nodded.

"Okay, ah with what you've asked for it'll take me a short while to put your order together, I'm going to need to fashion the clips you've asked for from scratch – it'll be about an hour."
Hermione nodded.
"Very well I shall return in two – need to get this Little One fed." She said picking Luna up, noticing the girl didn't even notice as she stared into a youngling's jewellery cabinet. Looking over, amongst all the diamonds, Hermione spotted a deep blue sapphire teardrop pendant and matching earrings.

"Do you want them?" Hermione asked quietly.
Luna nodded slowly.
Turning back to the assistant she pointed to the cabinet.
"We'll also have the blue pendant and earrings, please have the pendant threaded with a white gold chain." The woman nodded and Hermione noticed the assistant who'd been rude before now looking distinctly frustrated.

"Right let's go feed you; I could hear your stomach grumbling a mile off." Hermione teased to Luna's wide smile heading out the shop.
It was as they were heading to the Three Broomsticks, a place Dumbledore had said to Father served good food that Luna turned to her with a frown.
"Mummy? Where's all the shopping? All I can see is these," She held up her bags of sweets. "And your little bag." She nodded to the opaque bag from Scrivenshaft's.
Hermione nodded. "That's because I had all the rest sent back up to the Noble Spear – there was a lot. There was your bag with your surprise for Daddy, your ribbons and then I got a whole box full of things. I sent them all up because I'd rather carry you than some boring old box."

Luna didn't answer in words, her smile was enough.
Going into the pub Hermione looked around and smiled when she saw blade master Flitwick sat at a table, currently on his own.
Heading over Hermione smiled down to him.
"May we join you?" Flitwick nodded with a smile waving to the two seats opposite.
"Please do!" He said.

Hermione moved about the table and set Luna down "Luna, what do you want to eat?" Hermione asked pointing to the menu.
Luna grabbed it and looking quickly pointed to a child's portion of a Roast Beef meal with all the trimmings.
Hermione nodded before her hand whipped out and caught Luna's hand reaching into one of her sweet bags.
"Eat your dinner first – then you can have four of the small sweets.
"But Mummmyyyy." Luna pouted up to her.
"Three sweets." Hermione said, not even looking to Luna, those pouts were a devastating weapon on her.

"Oooh fiddlesticks." Luna grumbled sitting back.
Hermione nodded at Flitwick's tiny salute with his glass as he spoke. "Very well played." Hermione grinned.
"Can you watch Luna while I go and order the food? And can we get you anything."
"Of course I will, and… if you're sure…" Hermione nodded. "Then I'll take a Butter Beer please. I've already ordered my food." Hermione nodded and headed over to the bar.

As she got there the busty witch behind the counter smiled at her.
"I see the papers were right then." Hermione nodded. "Well, if it's your way, I'm not going to stop you. What can I do for you dearie?" Hermione smiled and gave her order.
As she finished a wizard with more hormones than sense slid into the chair next to her,
"Hey, what's say you ditch the kid with the Professor and you and I can go someplace where I can help warm you up?" He suggested to Hermione to the Bar-woman's horrified look.

Hermione looked over to the man who was leering at her milk-glands.
"Take a look on my shoulder." Hermione said in a bored tone much to the man's confusion, although he did follow her – suggestion.
"That mark is the mark of my LifeMate, he personally carved it there after asking to be my LifeMate instead of just my Mate. He has battled horrors that you would void yourself even thinking about. Tell me; were you here for the first task?" The man nodded.
"Do you really think a fat, under muscled, non-combatant would ever be able to compare to the one who disposed of a Flame-Breather?"

She slowly drew her longer dagger and a small sharpening stone from a pouch and started honing it. "In my culture we females have a very – direct – method of dealing with unwanted coupling attempts, it is very difficult for a male to couple without his seed-makers." She said blandly.

The man laughed before reaching for her.
"All women bluff that theyaaaaiaiiiiiiieeieeeee!" His fingertips had barely brushed the skin of her arm, when she'd exploded into action, spinning out her seat, knocking him back first into the bar and bringing her knee up into his groin with a crunch.
"Mommy! No blood before food please!" Luna called out, just in time as Hermione's blade had risen at just the right angle to shear the man's important parts, stopping just as the blade bit through the clothes and rested against skin.

"Just so you're aware, I could quite happily slice these off, or slice your neck, have your blood spill all over me and continue with my food. It matters not the culture to us, Yautja, Human, Hteth or any other race, a female saying no is just that. No." Hermione said to the now pasty faced individual as she removed her blade, before re-sheathing it, turning back to the barmaid. The man fled the pub as Hermione calmly asked "How much?"

"Ah Three Galleons and two Sickles." She said, putting the drinks ordered on a tray for her.
Hermione flipped over four coins. "Keep the change." She said before heading back over to her table, sliding into her seat and sat back stretching her arms and arching her back until that irritating backbone between her shoulder-blades popped, letting out a sigh of relief she picked her bag up and passed it over to Luna.
"Why don't you draw a nice picture while we wait for our food?" She suggested, Luna looking into the bag let out a little 'eee' of happiness pulling the pad and pencils out and starting to sketch right away.

"So how come along the normal classes you run?" Hermione asked blade master Flitwick after relieved that Flitwick seemed to have no trouble with her nudity anymore – she guessed it was probably due to desensitisation with the thrice weekly private charms lessons he gave her, Harry and Luna.

Flitwick sighed.
"I so wish you had attended when you were a First Yearling was it?" Hermione nodded, Flitwick was doing his best to understand both the parallels and differences to her culture. Sometimes it was something as simple as a word definition.

"Yes. I take it there is no one else challenging the group then?" Flitwick shook his head.
"No, it is getting to the point I was going to ask if you would allow Luna to sit in on a first year class and demonstrate what they can learn if they apply themselves.
Hermione nodded. "As long as her Father or Myself are there too." Flitwick nodded as the food arrived.

Hermione smiled at the fact the waitress had timed it to when Flitwick's food was also ready.
As they ate they let the topics of the conversation meander until they were all cleared and Luna had her allowed three sweets.

"Well I've got to head back to the jewellers and then we're done I think." Hermione said looking to Luna to double-check.
Luna nodded as well. "It was nice meeting you blade master." Hermione said getting up with Luna following.
"Indeed, I will see you tomorrow night." Hermione nodded. They spent a grand total of five minutes in the Jewellers before signalling to the ship and she and Luna disappeared out of the shop in a white light.

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