Luna sat on the cold hardwood floor surveying the destruction around her. Pieces of canvas were shredded and lying in piles around her, a piece of gold here, a floating red hair there; but the paintings they were attached to be long gone from her walls. She sat staring at a single emerald green eye that was staring at her from the piece that she held in her hands. Tossing it away she looked at the rest of things around her room before getting up slowly.

Wiping the tears from her face and trying to take on the dreamy expression that she had always had around others; which faltered slightly before she was able to become emotionless once more. The betrayal still hurt, but it was time to start piecing her shattered life back together, and first that started with a trip down the stairs to see her father with the inexplicable and unpronounceable name that started with an X.

"What is it kumquat? I'm working on the next issue of the Quibbler here." Her father spoke without looking up as he heard her come down the stairs and into the main study and printing room of the eccentric newspaper.

"Daddy, I wish to use your mistake machine. I think that perhaps I have made an error in the last two days and wish to know if I can make it up." Luna put her hands behind her back and surveyed the chaos around her.

"Yes, of course, I believe it's around here somewhere." Mr. Lovegood moved around the room shuffling papers and pushing things out of the way with his legs. Finally he came up with a small wooden box that had a wand poking out the side of it and runes covering the top of it. "Here you are, strawberry, just make sure that you don't set it too high, wouldn't want to have another incident."

"Father, that was one time and the Aurors were very understanding once we explained it to them."

"Yes, well, I still have the scars from that one, so be careful." He handed the box over to her and then turned back to the latest article he was working on. The title caught Luna's eye.

"Daddy, what grand conspiracy are you unearthing today?" She leaned over the desk that he was working on to see a picture of Harry entering Gringots; her breath hitched a little and she leaned back to look ashamed.

Unaware of his daughter's uncomfortable feelings about the subject of his article, her father launched into an explanation. "Well, pear, it would seem that our Mr. Potter, upon receiving his inheritance annulled the contracts of the Lestranges and the Malfoys, now a dimwitted paper such as the Prophet might theorize that it was because of his obligations to his family, I know that it was because he was trying to cover up the fact that in the late 18th century the Potter lines were joined by the Malfoys into a contract of incest and pain. Yes, I think that would do nicely."

"Lestrange, as in Bellatrix Lestrange?"

"Yes, interestingly enough, her maiden name was Black. As Harry Potter is the new Lord Black he has control over their lives now. Oh, the Black line has always been known as Dark Wizards, maybe he inherited the powers of Death itself, yes that should do nicely."

Luna paled a little, but left her father alone as he kept muttering about conspiracies against the wizarding world and something about Death himself allying with the Blacks and the vampires in the modern age. Reverently Luna carried the wooden box up to her room and sat it down on her dresser as she sat on the bed to think things over. My only real friends ratted me out, said it was my idea for the letter. How did Molly get a hold of it in the first place? Harry wouldn't have done that, could he? Pulling her knees up to her chest she hugged them and then looked at the box.

She sighed and made the decision to go on with it. She turned the wand counterclockwise for two full rotations hearing the resounding clicks within and satisfied with it. Placing her left hand on the box she pointed the wand at her stomach and spoke slowly and clearly.

"istakeme evealre" Smiling she felt the warm blue light surround her and then the box clicked open. Lying inside the box was a stack of paper detailing what had happened in the last two days. Taking the stack from the box she moved back to her bed and sat to read. She knew that it would detail every mistake that she had made in the last two days.

"Hmm…no surprise that I shouldn't have trusted the Weasleys, I should have known they would blame me." Flipping through the pages was like going backwards through the events of the last two days. "Nope, not good to eat that whelk, or her stew." The last page showed what she had been looking for; printed on the line at the top of the parchment was clear.

Sent letter to friend Harry Potter dissolving friendship and blaming him for events yourself caused.

Luna heaved a great sigh and set the parchment down on the bed as she stared up at the now blank walls and ceiling of her bedroom. She fought hard for the tears not to come, and she almost succeeded, if it were not for the second line that caught her eye. Snatching up the parchment again she quickly scanned the second line and paled. Slumping sideways she fainted right away, the paper slipping from her hands and landing upright on the floor. Blazing still in red across the second line was printed a handful of words that had made her heart thud.

Did not kiss Hermione Granger

XoXoXo

"Have you got any threes?"

"Go Fish. Wait a minute; I thought we were playing poker now."

"That was five minutes ago, we've moved on now, catch up will you?"

"You guys think that maybe I should go back to them and explain what happened?"

Setting the cards down on the green velvet of the card table in front of him, Harry Potter surveyed the other people sitting around the table. Taking in each expression, or at least of those that he could see, he shrugged a little and picked them back up.

"We told you before, time works differently here." The deep voice from the hooded figure spoke from his left.

"I suppose in the real world, you've been thrashing in your sleep for a good few hours now, probably due to the thrashing you're receiving in here." The soft feminine voice came from his other side.

"Oh, come on, I didn't loose that badly last time." Counting the chips next to him he groaned a little. "Ok, but you guys have years of experience on me, especially with this guy on your team." He stuck his thumb out at the hooded figure next to him.

"He has nothing to do with it, Harry, you know that." His fourth companion spoke up across from him before setting his own cards down on the table. "Yeah, I guess it is getting a little boring in here."

"I should get back to explain everything to them, come to think of it; you never did really explain to me what happened." Harry set his cards down and stared pointedly at the three other people around the table. The other three let out a prolonged sigh and set their cards down on the table as well.

"Ok, we told you about the love that you felt for your family unlocking your core. You poured enough love and pure feeling into that action that you were able to change their fates." The woman spoke slowly.

"Yeah, I'm still a little pissed about that, no matter how much I beat you at cards." The figure in the hood laughed a little before going silent at the glare from the woman across from him.

"Harry, what you need to understand is that up until that point your core had been hindered by automatic blocks placed on your magic. Releasing that much magic at one time caused your core to fill up to it's capacity very fast, and your body had to compensate." The man leaned over the table to stare into Harry's eyes with his own striking blue ones.

"Who placed these blocks on my magic then? Voldemort?"

"Please, he doesn't have the power to do that, no matter what he might think." The hooded figure shook its head. "No, your blocks were inherited after the events of October 31st 1981. What do you know about what happened to your parents, Harry?"

"I was always told that my mother protected me and her love was what caused me to live."

"Well, that's only partially true. If it were completely true then don't you think more people would have survived the curse? Then there's the fact that if the curse merely rebounded on you, then why was the house destroyed?"

"Unfortunately we are to blame for your house and your blocks. When your mother died you were so overcome with grief and rage that even in your infant state your magic flared to dangerous levels. The killing cure did rebound off of you and imprint that scar and everything else, but that flare of magic was what caused it, as well as the destruction of your house." She stared at the table slightly ashamed at what they had to do to save the poor boy.

"So it was you three that put the blocks on my magic then?"

"We consulted, and it was ultimately decided that since you were unable to handle the burden of that magic, then you should come into it in a slow fashion. We didn't have any idea that you would put your life on the line for those two."

"Well, I did, but these two never listen to me." The man chuckled gently and sat back with his arms crossed. "We all knew that one day you would feel love and acceptance enough to break through the blocks, we had only hoped that you would be ready when the time came. Thankfully we were right."

"You call this prepared?" Harry waved his hands around at the empty white space surrounding the four players, the table and the chairs that they were sitting on.

"You would have preferred dying in the effort, because I can arrange that?" Even though the figure was hooded the other three could hear the smile in his voice. Rolling her eyes the woman continued.

"We're sorry, Harry, but it was necessary. Now you have full access to your powers as well as the ability to call upon any of us to consult should you need us."

The magic around the white space flared slightly and changed color, flashing to red before turning back to the flat boring white that it was. From a distance another figure started to walk towards them. She was dressed as two of his companions were in soft white billowing robes, off color slightly from the background, but she had a cloak that appeared to be made of snake scales, fluttering behind her; her long black hair doing the same. At her appearance the other three of his companions stood and looked back to her.

"It should be almost time to send him back, have you four been having fun?" Her voice was lighthearted, but still held a steel edge to it even as she smiled.

"You always ruin our fun, you know that?" The man stretched his arms over his head and looked over Harry's shoulder. "I was wrong, she always ruins our fun." Turning around Harry saw another woman entering behind him, her blonde hair fluttered around her petite form; she was a little on the pudgy side, but the off white robes were flattering to her body none the less.

"Oh pooh, you spoiled my entrance." The blonde giggled girlishly and then flung her arms around Harry's neck slightly glaring at the others as she spoke. "I didn't get to say Hi before, so I get to say goodbye."

"Not like that you will; the poor boy wouldn't be able to love another woman. Remember what happened last time?" The woman that had occupied the seat to his right grabbed the blonde by the back of her robes and dragged her off of Harry.

"Oh, come on, that was one time, and plus I'm married now." The blonde straightened her robes and flashed a gold ring on her left hand.

"You were married before and that still didn't stop you." The black haired woman retorted, putting her hands on her hips.

"Anyway, just remember Harry that you have all the power you will ever need within you. If you need us, simply call out and we'll come at any time, just be careful of this one." The man jerked a thumb in the direction of the blonde whom stuck out her tongue and blew a raspberry at him before crossing her arms over her chest.

"You'll do fine, my boy. Don't worry about the present, continue to train and focus your magic even more." The woman to his right leaned in and hugged him gently, kissing him on the cheek.

"Well, I should be going as well, that Riddle keeps me pretty busy." The hooded figure stood and stretched, regarding Harry as well. "I trust you with this, it's a backup, but it still does a good job, just be careful with it around your friends." He held out a long black staff, it wasn't marvelous in any regard and didn't look impressive, it was just a straight piece of black wood, but Harry felt the power when he touched it.

Harry nodded dully and watched as the figures started to fade out of existence and into the white background around them. The blonde was still struggling against the two strong females holding her back trying to get to Harry and the man chuckled as he waved. The hooded figure lifted up his hand to wave, displaying the empty skeletal hand beneath the cloak. In a moment his life slowly faded away into blackness and he could hear someone sobbing and other voices all around him.

XoXoXo

After the chaos that ensued after the tale of Bellatrix and Narcissa, most of which came from the various people's concern for Harry, a watch shift was instated so that someone was always seated next to Harry's bedside in case he should awaken. Dumbledore himself had taken the first watch, sitting in the chair and reading the latest edition of the Quibbler and chuckling to himself about the stories that had come out about the new Lord Black. The other two patients in the makeshift hospital room were moved elsewhere and sat up talking about their experiences with their sister.

The second watch was taken over by both Remus and Tonks, sitting on either side of Harry's bed. They conversed in low tones over his body after they determined that he really was out like a light. The two had grown close over their time in the Order, but neither of them really considered it to be romantic at all; they were too similar and too close to really risk it like that. Through the course of their watch, Tonks had nearly convinced Remus to ask out a fellow Auror and Order member the next chance he got. At the shift change they went to her room to look through photos of said witch.

The third watch started just as the sun was starting to peek over the tops of the buildings of Grimmauld Place. Professor McGonagall took this shift, coming back from Hogwarts specifically for her shift. She leafed through the latest issue of Tansfiguration Today before giving up on reading and spending most of the time staring at Harry rolling around in his sleep. She was concerned for him, both as a teacher and as a friend. She had flown into a rage when she had found out about her friend being bound to him, as everyone knew that she would, but now her anger softened as she watched the boy have some sort of nightmare.

At nearly noon, McGonagall was relieved to go to lunch by the collective Black sisters. She gave them a glare at all three of them being there, but relented and disappeared down the stairs and into the kitchen where most of the rest of the Order were gathering. Bella sat down on one side of Harry and Cissy on the other with Andy pacing back and forth in front of the bed. Since waking up, the two eldest Black sisters felt compelled to be beside Harry, and an overwhelming sense of guilt for their past crimes. At almost three o'clock in the afternoon, Harry having been unconscious for nearly twelve hours, the door to the bedroom opened emitting a robed and mad Hermione Granger.

"What are you two doing here?" She glared at the two women sitting on either side of the bed. At the declaration both of them jumped up and reached for their wands.

"Now then, enough of that, can't we all get along?" Andy stepped between the teenage catgirl and her sisters.

"She killed Sirius, did you know that?" Hermione flashed her wand towards Bella, whom looked ashamed, but still mad at her.

"I didn't kill him, it was V..V..Voldemort." Her left arm flinched in preparation for pain that she had felt before for saying the name, but nothing came from the new white tattoo. "In any case, Dumbledore checked us and even Lupin believes me. He told me what you and your friends did to Harry." She ignored the looks from her sisters at using the boy's first name.

"You have no idea how hard it was to leave him like that." Hermione was sobbing a little now, her wand hand shaking slightly. "It was Ron and Ginny, they said that we would be better off without him. Do you have any idea how hard it is to tell someone that you…that I.." She broke off as she sobbed harder, collapsing against the door.

The women lowered their wands and went to the girl, gently kneeling down and helping her to her feet. Their past strife was forgotten as they lowered her to the chair on Harry's right. Bella and Cissy sat down on the bed next to Harry, making sure that there was enough room beforehand and Andy sat down on a chair on the other side of the sobbing witch.

"Hermione, you love him, don't you?" Andy gently petted the girl's head, watching her fur get wet from the tears as she gently nodded.

"Yes, but…I can't have him. I love another as well." Looking down almost ashamed she sobbed some more. "I could never choose between them."

The women were saved from having to answer when there was a moan from the side of them. Sliding off the bed Cissy and Bella looked back to Harry, kneeling on the floor next to him. He moaned again and his body went still, his eyes fluttered a little and then shut tightly against the light.

"Someone turn that light off, its way too bright in here."