It had been raining for a week. The weak cloth roof of the tent was beginning to wear, and their tent had become littered with cups and buckets that were catching leaks.

"Man," said Harry, "Living in a tent sucks."

Ron shifted a cup with his foot. "I know. I wish we could live in a house."

"But Ron, they're watching the Burrow, Harry's house isn't protected anymore, Snape can get in to Grimmauld Place... I can't think of anywhere we can go!" said Hermione.

"What about Dean or Seamus's house?" said Harry.

"Do you know where they live?" Hermione asked.

"No... well, that's about the only other friends I can think of..."

"Well, you're not going to like this, but the Lovegood's actually live, like, right next to me." said Ron.

"Luna? I'm not going to live with Luna. I'd rather stay in this tent, that woman is crazy." said Harry.

"Let's at least see whether we could." said Hermione.

"Yeah." said Ron," Maybe she'll have been kidnapped or something."

Hermione knocked on the Lovegoods' door. Immedietly, it opened. A tall, whimsical looking man stood before them.

Ron jumped back. "Who the heck are you?"

Hermione smacked his arm. "Ron! That's Mr. Lovegood. Did you think Luna lived by herself?"

"Yeah. Off in the woods somewhere, or a field."

Xenophilius peered at Harry's forehead intensely. "Harry Potter?"

Harry nodded. "You bet I'm Harry Potter."

"Oh please, do come in." he led them inside. "I'll make some tea, if you don't mind."

Ron looked around nervously. "Where's Luna?"

"Oh, she's down at the stream catching some wild Plimped Plimpild Plimpies for some Plimpidy Plimpled Soup."

"What?" said Ron.

"Ah, here you go, some tea." he laid down a tray in front of them.

"So, we were wondering if we could stay-" Harry stopped. A mysterious symbol glinted on Xenophilius's chest. "Actually, could you tell me what that symbol is?" he pointed to his chest.

"This? Oh, it would be quite a long story..."

"Well, it's not like we have anything better we should be doing. We'd really like to pursue this random side thing." said Harry.

"All right then." he put his tea down. "There were once three brothers who found their path blocked by a river. But, being skilled in the magical arts, they simply waved their wands and crossed. On the other side of the river were three great lands that were not yet inhabited by man. So the brother's each became the ruler of their own land, and their own people."

"The first brother decided that he would be the only ruler of his land. And, when he died, the throne passed to his son. However, the people of the land rose up against this injustice, and so the monarchy fell in to anarchy."

"The second brother decided that in his land, everyone would have equal say. All of his subjects would decide what would be the law, and what would be policy. They did this by electing represenatives from their villages. However, once elected, these men did not have to abide by the laws, and so the people rose up against them, and democracy fell in to anarchy."

"The third brother, seeing the mistakes of his kin, set several of his closest advisors in charge with him. In their land, everything that everyone reaped was spread to even the poorest peasants, and everyone was satisfied. And so, communism reigned supreme."

"YOU'RE A COMMUNIST?" shouted Harry, standing up from the table.

There was a knock on the door. "Open up! It's the Death Eaters!"