AN: I may just take out the super-powers thing. It really sounds lame. Sorry if you liked it, Harry's powers will still grow throughout the fic, but it wouldn't be from the clown, because I think that it sounds really tacky. I have a lot of editing and re-editing to do over fall break.

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As Harry and Luna walked into the Grand Hall, they didn't even look like Hogwarts students. Harry almost looked like a replica of Merlin, and Luna of Gwendolyn. Harry had used an aging charm that lasted five hours on the two of them, and they had bought ancient robes from a shop. Had this been several thousand years ago, you would've thought a slightly younger looking Merlin marched in with a blond version of Gwendolyn attached to his rather limp and unwilling arm.

Harry unceremoniously sat into a nearby chair, watching the other dancers in costumes. Harry nearly couldn't recall any of the ancient wizarding couples, except for the witch named Hedwig that waltzed past, which is the witch Harry named Hedwig after, and the few he has seen from pictures in his History of Magic book.

"So…do you want to dance? That is what you typically do at a ball." Luna asked, sounding slightly annoyed.

Why, why, why? Harry chanted in his head, but out of his mouth, he begrudgingly replied "sure," and stood up.

If Mad-Eye's in here somewhere I'm going to pop that swirling eyeball straight out of his head. Wait, can Dumbledore see through costumes? Crap, Thought Harry as he awkwardly danced with Luna. Harry felt the heat of embarrassment rising up his neck.

Luna seemed to be a natural at dancing, and Harry was the boy-who-lived-and-has-two-left-feet.

(AN: *rolls eyes*)

Finally, after about another hour of dancing to songs that Harry thought were either too sappy, or far too obnoxious, Professor Dumbledore, dressed as himself, made an announcement. Harry instantly thought Dumbledore's eyes twinkled too much as he looked towards Harry and Luna.

"The judges, in other words, the Hogwarts staff, have made their decision on which couple has the best costume. And the winners are…" Dumbledore pulled a sheet from a crème envelope, "Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, dressed as Calypso and Odysseus!"

Harry's jaw dropped, as far as it could go without hitting the floor, as two figures walked towards the stage. Ron was wearing silver robes lined with red, and wearing a that hat concealed his lurid red hair, and Hermione was wearing red robes lined with gold, and her hair was still slightly frizzy, but was now a deep black color.

Soon enough, the events had ended, leaving a few people to continue talking in the silence. Luna had already bid Harry goodbye, and Harry, now looking around the age thirty as the ageing charm began to wear off, confronted Ron and Hermione.

"And when were you two going to tell me about this?"

"A-about what?" Said Hermione nervously.

"You know what I mean."

"Actually, I don't know what you mean, Harry, we just needed somebody for the ball and so we decided to ask each other…"

"I hope you know, I wouldn't have minded so much if you had just told me what was going on. Of course, I should've figured it out with you two being together so much…"

"It's not like that!" Protested Ron angrily.

"Oh?" Said Harry, "Well, I'm going to bed. Maybe I should be less open with you guys, considering you're not so open with me anymore."

"The point is, you're not open with us, you never tell us what's going on!"

"I said I was going to bed," repeated Harry angrily as he stalked off, only to be stopped by Draco in the hallway.

"You do realize you look like an old tomato, right?" Asked Draco. "What? You didn't think Ron and Hermione would get together at some point? They bicker more than my parents did."

"It's not that, Draco, sod off."

"Oh, now I'm scared."

Harry rolled his eyes. Draco sighed.

"I absolutely despise being sentimental and all—but really, Potter, are you going to end your friendship because of something so petty?"

"I'm not ending the friendship, I'm just not too happy with them right now."

"Whatever," said Draco, then he muttered, "moron…" as he stalked off.

Harry's arm instantly began to burn, and without thinking, Harry lifted his sleeve, and saw his phoenix mark shine a golden color. He quickly ran to his dorm, and dressed in his normal robes, and immediately ran to Dumbledore's office.

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Sorry about the short chapter…I couldn't think of what to say, really. Next chapter is Harry's first Order meeting, and all that good stuff. As I said at the top, I'm still going to have Harry get knocked out from the clown bite, but there is going to be no super-powers, although Harry won't be the novice wizard anymore, and I'm going to change the transformation thing.

Cdunwody: Schools giving me and ENORMOUS amount of trouble. Do you know how many grades I had to bring up? Rofl

Romm: Nope, Luna's not a reincarnation of anybody. Harry just likes her ^_^

FishofTime: Thank you :)

Ginnygal189: And I even plan to improve my earlier writing. ;) Thanks

Crater212: I wish I knew some wizarding couples…but sadly, I don't, and the best I could come up with is Merlin and Gwendolyn. Because I'm an airhead. Forgive me.

Khenna: Which is exactly what I did. ;)

LILRKCHIK: yup, remember: Harry connects with Luna, so he likes her, but is confuzzled with his feelings. (You are free to throw up now…)