SUNDAY OCTOBER 31, 1993

Harry sighed as he ate tidbits of the Halloween feast. Well, more like picked at than ate. Everyone around him was celebrating, but all he could think of was that this was the day his parents died. After the incident with the dementors, he could now remember his mother's death clearly. To make matters worse, it was a formal event so he was not allowed to sit with Luna. The only bright side was that he finished his potions regimen a few weeks ago, so there were no nasty potions for him to force himself to ingest.

In fact, now that he thought of it, he could remember a lot of things more clearly. He was top of the class in ancient runes after flipping through the books once, much to Hermione's chagrin. If there were not a practical aspect, he suspected he could take his NEWTs and pass right now. He hadn't bothered attending History of Magic classes. They coincided with one of Luna's breaks and he could pretty much recite the book word for word.

Dessert appeared. He looked at the treacle tart that sat in front of him. It was his favorite, but he had no appetite for it right now. Since the feast was basically over, Harry stood up and headed for the door. It was better to just go to bed and let the day end than wait for whatever terrible thing fate, or Dumbledore, had in store for him.

Luna met him at the door and dragged him into the classroom to give him a hug. "Feeling better now?" She asked.

"A little. It's just hard to see everyone celebrating the fact that my parents died."

"Actually most people don't even think of that part. They just want to pig out on food. No one short of the teachers is even old enough to remember what it was like when Voldemort was in power."

"And, thanks to the dementors, I can..."

"Well, I guess you just need to make some happy memories then." Luna was smirking with barely contained excitement.

"Yeah, I think you're right," Harry said, then kissed her.

"Were there some nargles about? I really should have noticed, but I guess I let down my guard since there's no mistletoe around. To be safe though, I think you need to work extra hard to drive them away."

Harry didn't need more encouragement than that as he leaned in and kissed her again. He rather liked the feeling. Harry lost track of everything except snogging Luna as their kisses became more natural and deeper with practice.

It all ended when a most unwelcome voice echoed through the school. "All students return to the great hall immediately! Sirius Black has been spotted within the castle!"

"My godfather is so getting pranked for this when I find him," Harry grumbled.

"I'm sure that will be very educational."

Harry and Luna returned the short distance to the dining hall where the tables had been removed, replaced by rows of sleeping bags.

"Mr. Potter, you had us worried sick," Professor McGonagall chided when she saw him arrive. "Sirius Black tried to break into the Gryffindor common room. He slashed up the fat lady's portrait with a knife when she wouldn't let him in. You must be careful."

"I'm not worried about Sirius Black. He can't hurt me."

"Mr. Potter, he is a maniac who killed a dozen muggles as well as one of your father's best friends."

"Show me the records of his trial where he confesses under a truth potion, then maybe I'll believe that, but he still won't be able to hurt me. He's my godfather. He signed a magical contract to do what's in my best interests."

"Mr. Potter, I don't know where you got an idea like that, but you must stay away from him. Now, off with you and find a spot to sleep."

"Wrackspurts seem to be congregating on her tonight," Luna commented, then led him to a quiet corner where two unclaimed sleeping bags were located.