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Hey guys! I updated quicker this time than last, right? Well, this chapter should explain what happened to Harry in the last one. I really enjoyed writing Harry's section, I'd wanted to write something like that since watching the Order of the Phoenix, and being horribly surprised when I realized how much unexplored chemistry, understanding and acceptance I felt between Harry and a particular character…


Harry winced as he opened his eyes, confused. Why was he in the Hospital Wing?

"Hello Harry." A cheerful voice announced to his right. "I hope you rested well."

Harry jerked and turned to see Luna Lovegood sitting on a chair next to the window, the light of the sun shinning in on her white-blonde hair, giving her the appearance of a halo. "Luna? What are you doing here? What am I doing here?"

"You were laying down, snoring, it was really quite distracting." Luna pointed out with a serious expression on her face. "I came here because this is the only place I can sneak a glance at them."

Harry frowned, reaching for his glasses on the bedside table and putting them on, frowning slightly at Luna as she proceeded to ignore him, preferring to look out of the window down at something, and giggling at whatever it was she was 'sneaking a glance' at.

The Boy Who Lived pushed the sheets off of him and got out of the bed, heading towards the girl who both confused and intrigued him. Most of the time everything that came out of Luna's mouth made no sense whatsoever, and yet sometimes, sometimes, Harry swore he understood her.

Now was not one of those times.

Looking out of the window at the meadow by the lake, where Luna was looking and giggling, Harry frowned deeper and narrowed his eyes, unable to see anything but the grass in the meadow and the lake--which was peaceful for now.

There was nothing out there that should have her laughing like she was.

"Uh, Luna, what are you looking at?"

"The Scandinavian Yennas of course. What else would I be looking at from up here?" She looked at him with a raised eyebrow, as if there was something wrong with him, before shaking her head and returning to gaze to these Yennas, smile appearing once more. "They are rare, and hardly ever leave Scandinavia, but some are known to migrate every couple of hundred years when the leader of the clan dies."

"Oh?" Harry asked, feeling stupid because he was still looking down below, trying to catch a view of these Yennas. "What does the leader dying have to do with it?"

She shook her head with as sigh, yet didn't take her eyes from the window. "The virile young males all leave and journey to an unknown and previously un-visited place by the flock, and hold a sort of competition to prove who the strongest and worthiest to assume leadership is."

"Why doesn't the whole flock journey together?" Harry asked, intrigued, as he usually was, with Luna's ramblings.

"The females would distract the males, of course."

Harry blinked, tearing his gaze from the meadow and turning it to Luna in surprise. That somehow made sense.

"The female of any species is the backbone of society, but they also have a way of becoming a distraction for the males, a distraction that might not only cost them their place at the head of the pack, but their lives--or even the safety of their family unit because the male is too wrapped up in the female to sense the approaching danger, such as a predator." Luna turned to look at him. "Another reason why the female is so important is because she is the one that keeps the family healthy and together. There have been cases in which a young female will 'adopt' a young orphaned male pup her age or a little younger, and help raise him."

Harry smiled at that.

"But of course, there are dangers in that." Luna continued. "Each Yenna has a mate, and sometimes the feelings of familiar love between the adopted and the adoptee are mistaken for a deeper connection, and they will stick together, despite the fact that their true mates have been with them the whole time."

Harry frowned, suddenly not liking where this was going for some unknown reason.

"It's especially hard for the adopted male pup, who has learnt to always have the female there with him, and he feels threatened when the true mate of the female appears, because his constant place in her life is being threatened." Luna paused, her gaze returning to the creatures only she could see. "Harry, while the female will always love the male she adopted as her family, and she would never want to hurt him--is known to actually resist the advances of her true mate in some cases in fear of hurting the other male, she will eventually pick her true mate because that's just how it's meant to be."

A chill ran up Harry's spine as she said that, though he didn't understand why.

"It's best for the adopted male to learn to accept his new role in her life, or he will end up challenging her mate and that will kill all love the female has for him." Luna frowned. "Harry, exile from a loved one is the most painful thing, but the male pups who accepted the new position they had once the female had accepted her true mate--they realized that they weren't discarded or cast aside--they discovered that they now had a larger family, and they were able to fully appreciate the bond of a family and connect with their own partner." She took in a deep breath. "They just needed to learn to let go first."

Harry replayed her words in his mind continuously, as if it were on a loop, his gaze unseeingly on the meadows. Why did what Luna said touch a chord inside of him and affect him so? She was talking about creatures that didn't bloody exist!

Suddenly something shadowy shifted in the meadow, it was a faint glitch, a faint impression, but Harry saw it and narrowed his eyes, leaning closer to the window, hand on the back of Luna's chair.

What had that--?

Shadowy shapes seemed to fill the meadow in seconds, moving rapidly, and suddenly, only for a couple of seconds, something opened inside of Harry and he saw them completely materialized. In seconds they—even the shadowy figures they'd been moments ago—disappeared and the meadow seemed deserted, but those few second had been enough.

"Luna?" Harry blinked, eyes on the meadow. "These Scandinavian Yenna…do they look like small, purple dog-like creatures with wings?"

Luna froze, before turning to Harry, the surprised smile that crept onto her face breathtaking. "There may be hope for you yet, Harry Potter."

For some unknown reason, Harry smiled back at her, feeling lighter than he had for days.


"Weasley, when have I ever given you the misconstrued idea that it was acceptable for you to come up to talk to me, much less in public?" Pansy Parkinson frowned not only because people were looking at them and whispering, but because he was so damned tall, so she, at barely five feet tall, was forced to tilt her head upwards to be able to glare at him in his face.

"Harry's had a panic attack."

Okay, so that was random enough to catch her attention.

Folding her arms over her chest, Pansy's frown turned confused as she raised an eyebrow in intrigue. "And why exactly would you assume that I'd give a damn?"

"He had it after he and I found Zabini and Malfoy using a Silencing Bubble with 'Mione and my sister." Ron glared down at her as if this was all somehow her fault.

Pansy blinked, expression going blank, grabbing onto his arm and pulling him down with surprising strength so that his ear was level with her mouth and no one else could hear them. "You and Potter caught Granger and Weaslette boinking Malfoy and Zabini?!"

"They're shagging?!" Ron turned puce, looking a perfect mixture of horror, anger, and sick at the stomach.

Pansy frowned, letting go of him and letting him straighten again. "Wait a second, if they weren't shagging, why the hell would it give Potter a panic attack?"

Ron straightened his crumpled robes. "Pansy, think! Silencing Bubbles are only used when something confidential is being said." So far, nothing he'd said was extraordinarily brilliant. "That in itself is suspicious, but Mione and Gin using it with Malfoy and Zabini?"

She raised her eyebrow at him. Sure, this was odd, but Malfoy and Granger had been acting odd for a while now, so she really found it Weasley's and Potter's problem that they hadn't noticed the difference in their so-called 'best mate'.

"Gryffindors don't share secrets with Slytherins!"

Pansy waited, silently, for Ron to realize that he was a Gryffindor, she a Slytherin, and that he was obviously coming and sharing a secret with her. If the way he was whispering everything furiously had anything to say with it, he didn't want anyone else to know about this, so he was either confronting her about something or he was confiding this to her.

And while Pansy couldn't see how he'd be able to blame her for whatever it was Malfoy, Zabini, Granger and Weaslette were doing--she just couldn't wrap her mind around the possibility of him actually confiding in her.

Why would he?

"Weasley, whatever your bints are doing with our blokes, it's their bloody business." She was on the defensive, not liking the weird sensation that'd filled her at the thought of him confiding in her. She didn't need this! Not now! "If Potter can't keep his own bird satisfied, she's going to fly away and find another who can, and believe me, Malfoy can."

"That was uncalled for!" Ron frowned down darkly at her. "You're such a bitch."

And she smiled because this she could handle, and could do so with practiced ease. "What was your first clue, Weasley?" Flipping her black hair, Pansy turned and walked away from him, letting her concerned frown appear only when her back was to him.

What were Granger and Weaslette doing with Malfoy and Zabini?


"I don't like this."

Blaise raised an eyebrow at his best friend as they flew their brooms above the Quidditch Field. When the meeting at the Headmaster's office had ended, Hermione and Weaslette had gone their way, and Draco and his theirs, and they'd somehow ended up in the air with their brooms, in silence.

Until now…

"There isn't much you do like, Malfoy." He reminded the blonde. "So you'll have to be more specific."

"I don't like the thought that I'm putting my future happiness in the incapable hands of a bumbling old codger who believes Harry Potter should be bloody canonized."

Blaise had to admit that that did worry him a little, but he didn't say anything. Dumbledore might have been a grand wizard in his days, he had defeated Grindelwald, but he was up in age and was known for his…errr…eccentricities

So maybe Draco had a good reason to be worried.

"He was once the savior of the Wizarding World…"

"Yeah?" Draco snorted. "Well, so was Potter, and don't get me started on him!"

Blaise frowned, Draco was really making it hard to comfort him. "Listen, mate, you're stubborn as hell and I've never seen you give up on something once you've put your mind to it--not when you really want it."

Draco was silent, watching him in interest, obviously waiting to hear where this conversation was leading to.

"And like it or not, admit it or not--you want Granger, you have for a long time now." Blaise raised a hand to silence Draco when he would have denied that vehemently—blushing all the while. "I actually think that your attraction to her was due to the underlying Veela in you, and once it was awakened, well, you really can't hide it anymore--not that you were particularly clever at hiding it before."

Draco glared at him.

Blaise smirked back. "We Veelas, if we're destined, there's no getting around it. Granger will be yours, you're just going to have to work for it."

"Yes, well, Dumbledork said I was technically a dhampir."

"Well, don't all of those ridiculous muggle books and movies show vampires with this amazing sexual allure?" Blaise asked. "If you're a dhampir it means you've got to have some, so use it to your advantage!"

"That's a sound, Slytherin plan." Draco paused. "But when could I do it?"

Blaise sighed, shaking his head. "We're going to be living in close confines with Granger, Draco, I think you'll have an ample amount of opportunities to do that."

"You're right." The blonde suddenly smirked and looked more like the Draco Malfoy Blaise knew. "I'm bloody alluring even without the dhampir attraction--Granger hasn't got a chance of resisting my charms!"

Blaise rolled his eyes and yet smirked. This was the arrogant bastard of his best friend! Thank Merlin he'd returned to normal!


"What am I going to tell Harry?"

Ginny turned to her friend and frowned in concern, knowing that this was going to be a big issue. After leaving Dumbledore's with his promise that everything was going to be all right, the redhead couldn't help but wish that they'd addressed this issue while with the old man—although she was more than sure that she knew what his answer would have been--as did Hermione, which was why she hadn't asked it while in the Headmaster's office.

The girl was in deep, deep, denial.

"Hermione," Ginny took in a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come. "As much as it pains me to say this, Draco Malfoy is your mate, not Harry. You and Malfoy are going to go insane without each other if you continue stubborn like this, and call me silly, but I'd prefer for it not to reach that point." She took in another breath. "I think you're just going to have to sit Harry down and tell him, oh, I don't know, the truth?"

"You make it sound so easy!" Hermione announced with a pout. "How can I go to Harry and tell him that despite the fact that he and I were this close to becoming something more--I suddenly have a mate!?"

"Well, I wouldn't use those words, but basically, that's exactly what you have to tell him." Ginny announced sagely, like an old woman who'd lived through this sort of situation before. "Let him know that he'll always be important in your life, but you have a mate now and you have to concentrate all of your efforts on getting along with Malfoy and not killing him."

Hermione wasn't arguing, so that was a good sign. She was obviously accepting this, being the sensible woman that she was.

"And don't worry, Dumbledore said that he'd take care of everything." Ginny smiled. "What could possibly go wrong?"

"Hey Ginny, Hermione!" Parvati breezed passed them with Lavender. "We just saw the posting. Congratulations on being picked for the Inter-Joining experiment!"

Ginny and Hermione exchanged looks before going to where the other students were congregating, reading a scroll that'd appeared in the middle of the hallway.

THE WAR IS OVER AND YET THE BATTLE STILL RAGES ON IN HOGWARTS--THE BATTLE OF THE HOGWARTS HOUSES OF COURSE! It began. AND HEADMASTER DUMBLEDORE HAS COME UP WITH AN INNOVATIVE WAY TO STOP THIS ONCE AND FOR ALL. FOUR STUDENTS FROM EACH HOUSE HAVE BEEN SELECTED (TWO MALES AND TWO FEMALES) TO PARTICIPATE IN THIS PROGRAM--WHICH WILL ADD EXTRA POINTS TO EACH HOUSE!

IF YOUR NAME IS WRITTEN BELOW, PLEASE REPORT TO PROFESSOR DUMBLEDOR TONIGHT AFTER DINNER FOR FURTHER INFORMATION!

Gryffindor:

Harry Potter

Ronald Weasley

Hermione Granger

Ginerva Weasley

Slytherin:

Draco Malfoy

Blaise Zabini

Pansy Parkinson

Millicent Bulstrode

Ravenclaw:

Steven Cornfoot

Kevin Entwhistle

Luna Lovegood

Isabel MacDougal

Hufflepuff:

Justin Finch-Fletchley

Ernie McMillan

Hannah Abbot

Susan Bones

"This wasn't what we were talking about when we suggested different living arrangments!" Hermione squeaked, looking pale as she reread the scroll once more, as if hoping she'd read it wrong the first time. "What in Merlin's name was the Headmaster thinking?!"

Ginny winced, turning to her friend apologetically. "I think I spoke too soon, huh?"


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