Invisible
Chapter 28
Starting Back Up At Hogwarts
"Potter, Roxy!" called Minerva as the Sorting before the Arrival Feast proceeded, voice raised so all the first years could hear her.
Whispers started up immediately, everyone craning their neck just to get a glimpse of the only female Potter born in the family for generations. Everyone was whispering, too, wondering how she felt about being the Boy-Who-Lived's sister, wondering how she felt about him now, knowing he had left his own brother to die—their brother to die.
"Well, hello!" said the Hat loudly into her mind, almost sounding as though it was speaking out loud.
"Hi," said Roxy timidly.
"You have a good mind, just like your brother. Harry has a great mind, too!" said the Hat, humming and ahhing every few seconds.
"Please put me in Gryffindor, please put me in Gryffindor," repeated Roxy over and over again in her mind—it was her biggest fear. She didn't want to disappoint her parents, she didn't want them to hate her. She didn't want to become an outcast like her brother. What she didn't realize was that Harry had been an outcast since Nick had become the Boy-Who-Lived. She didn't realize it was unusual, it was just how her family had always been.
"You prefer books to reckless bravery…you wont fit in there…Where to put you…?" questioned the Hat curiously.
"Gryffindor, please! Please, please don't put me in Ravenclaw!" she begged, her eyes closed as her body burned with fear.
"You won't fit in Gryffindor…I made that mistake once before…" said the Hat, still undecided, thinking about a bushy haired girl by the name of Hermione Granger. New to the wizarding world, Gryffindor sounded brilliant to her and she had convinced him. It was something that hadn't worked out—she was an outcast in her own House.
"I will, I can, please! I know people there, please!" whined Roxy, angry that she wasn't getting her own way.
"Very well….better be GRYFFINDOR!" yelled the Hat out loud for all to hear.
Relieved and smug, Roxy took off the Hat before joining her new House. It was worth it when she saw the love and adoration adorning her mother's face. She had made them proud. She sat beside the other first years, grinning widely at her brother, who smiled back. Not many people paid attention to him; in fact, everyone was giving him a wide berth. He had free seats to each side of him.
"Before we are fed and watered, I wish to introduce your new Potions Professor and Head of Slytherin House, Professor Horace Slughorn!" beamed Dumbledore as if nothing pleased him more than to introduce the new teacher to them.
The Slytherins went nuts, cheering loudly—they all knew Slughorn from tales their parents or grandparents told, and he favored his Slytherins. Not that there were many grandparents around, as after the last war with Voldemort, many were imprisoned or killed. Polite cheering filled the rest of the Hall from the other Houses.
"And your new Muggle studies teacher, Professor Lily Potter!" Albus continued on his introductions once the cheering and applause had settled down. You could have heard a pin drop, so silent the hall became after his words. Clearing his throat, "And last but no means least...your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Delores Umbridge. Now—"
Insistent coughing and the woman in question standing up made him pause as she blatantly interrupted him. Umbridge ceased her false coughing and began to tell the silent students about her determination to help Hogwarts be better, especially in Defense Against the Dark Arts, which had declined over the years. Her beady eyes met Nick Potter's more than any other student in the Great Hall during her speech.
"Now, let the feast begin!" Dumbledore called after a few moments of silence, his hands apart as the food popped onto the tables. He claimed his seat, still quite shocked that he had been so rudely interrupted by a member of his staff.
"Hey Luna!" grinned Harry, sliding into his seat next to her in their first class the morning after the Sorting. She had taken Ancient Runes, too, so they had at least one class together. Harry was very glad he had a friend, someone in Ravenclaw anyway, otherwise he probably wouldn't have seen her other than breaks. He had just Flooed from the Headmaster's Office, and true to Severus' word, Headmaster Dumbledore had not been there. He always felt a rush of anger and hate just from looking at the man. There were only a few other people who could do that to him: James, Lily, and Nick Potter.
"Hi, Harry! How was your summer?" questioned Luna, sliding her seat forward and staring at her friend's green eyes curiously.
"Brilliant! I'm staying at Prince Manor, and Eileen has moved in now, too!" said Harry, the smile on his face almost blinding. It was a smile no one at Hogwarts had ever seen Harry wear. Not only Hogwarts, but Luna had never seen Harry so happy before. Luna smiled; Harry's mood was infectious, and she was so pleased Harry was happy now.
"That's great! How's being an Apprentice working out for you?" asked Luna. She wanted to work with magical animals and had taken the Care of Magical Creatures course in hopes that it would help. She would also be taking over from her dad when he retired, becoming the editor of the Quibbler.
"It's brilliant! I'm learning so much!" gushed Harry, being quiet as the students began drifting in and sitting down.
"What are you learning?" asked the girl, ignoring the looks she got, as always.
"Potions, Defense and—you know, a few other things," said Harry quietly.
"Good thing—nobody here will be learning anything in Defense this year," said Luna.
"Why's that?" asked the boy, baffled.
"Someone from the Ministry is teaching, Professor Umbridge. She's not going to teach us much," stated Luna grimly. "Our book only has theory and ways to not cast magic, and there's nothing about casting any spells." Since she had looked through their new Defense books before class started, something they're required to do, she knew that from the book.
Harry blinked, then turned his attention to the teacher as she walked in.
"What happened to your wand?" asked Luna staring at Harry's new one. She had been dying to ask him during the entire two hours of Ancient Runes.
His other wand had been similar, but Luna could spot the differences. The new one was straighter and lighter in color, and if she wasn't mistaken, it was smaller. Luna wasn't Dumbledore, but she was 'rarely wrong', as he liked to think of himself.
They were now walking to the lake, their hands full of food for them to feast on. Neither of them could be bothered with the blathering in the Great Hall, especially Harry, since everyone wanted to be his best friend all of a sudden, and Harry really couldn't be bothered with them. He had his friends, knew who he could trust; he didn't want his brother's life, didn't want half-hearted friends, or to waste time talking to people who didn't truly care about his answers. His Boggart could attest to that, his worst fear—was himself having his brother's life.
"I had to get it replaced," said Harry, looking down at his wand, deep in thought while remembering when he bought it.
-0 FLASH BACK TO VISITING OLLIVANDERS 0-
As soon as he got better, Harry knew he would have to visit Ollivander's. He wasn't exactly sure what had happened to his old one, but he suspected it was probably snapped and discarded. It made him furious at the thought, of his wand being snapped by the evil bastard. It was probably for the best he got a new one, really—at least this one wasn't bought by James Potter.
"I've got to go to Ollivander's, Sir," said Harry as he and Severus walked around the Apothecary.
"Why don't you go now and meet me back here when you're done?" suggested Severus. He had been to Ollivander's only once, and it wasn't something he was keen to experience again. Ollivander had creeped him out when he was eleven, and he had hated the feeling. Then again, compared to Dumbledore and Voldemort, he was sure Ollivander was nothing now. It's just the way Ollivander had known who he was, despite the fact that he knew he hadn't seen the wizard before. He had been raised in the Muggle world for Merlin's sake, so obviously there was no chance Ollivander had known who he was. Of course, Severus knew his secret now, that he was a very rare wizard could read magical cores and see auras. It didn't make the man less creepy, though.
"Yes, Sir," said Harry immediately.
"Stop with the 'Sir'! You may be my Apprentice, but I prefer my given name or Professor Snape," stated Severus sharply. He had been telling the boy so for a few days now. 'Sir' reminded him too much of being a teacher, it was impersonal and he truly would prefer to build up a relationship with his Apprentice, not just seen as a teacher, a Master. He wanted Harry to be able to rely on him, talk to him if the need arose.
"Alright...Severus," agreed Harry. He himself didn't want to use Professor Snape; it reminded him of all the teachers who had ignored him, so he with great privilege called his 'Master' Severus. He was still getting over the fact that his old Potions Professor—and now Master—was Eileen's son, and he often cursed himself for not figuring it out sooner. It had never dawned on him before, but now he knew—he could see it in different parts of the man.
"Good, go," said Severus, pleased that he had finally gotten through to the stubborn, genuinely respectful, teenager. Those were words he had never used when he was thinking about children or teenagers before. Harry was different from them all, but he was unsure if that was a good thing or a bad thing yet.
Harry took off at a jog towards Ollivander's, remembering his first experience. He, unlike Severus, didn't think there was anything odd with the fact that Ollivander knew who he was. His family was famous and his brother had already been in for his wand. To him, it didn't take a genius to figure out who he was, really.
He opened the door to the shop and wasn't surprised to find it empty. It wasn't time for the first years to come for their wands yet. He doubted it was busy apart from those few months when eleven-year-olds about to start Hogwarts claimed their wands. Outside them, there would only be the occasional person, like him, who lost, broke, or had their wands stolen or broken for them.
"I wasn't expecting to see you again, Mr. Potter," said Ollivander, coming from the shadows, his silver eyes alight with curiosity and surprise, and he was rarely surprised.
This boy baffled him completely—his magical core and aura were extremely powerful, more powerful than his brother's and father's combined. He was the most powerful boy he had ever laid eyes on, even more so than Tom Riddle at that age, yet his wand was for a mediocre wizard at best. It was as though he had suppressed a part of himself, his magic, which to Ollivander was inconceivable. He had puzzled over it for years, even more after seeing him again in the boy's forth year for the weighting of wands. He had still never found his answer, yet here the boy stood, even more powerful and confident than ever, more so than at the beginning of his fourth year, obviously in his shop for a wand. He was curious about what had happened to the first wand he had sold the boy.
"My name is Harry Peverell," said Harry coolly, staring straight at Ollivander's eyes, unafraid and no longer shy like he had been the first two times.
"Ah, of course," said Ollivander, amused. Nothing like that had been done before. He knew Goblins all over the world were probably talking about it to no end. Harry had taken everything from right under his family's nose. The Goblins mustn't have liked Lily and James, or they would have been warned.
"I've come for a wand," stated Harry.
"Of course, come over to the counter!" beamed Ollivander. He was rather excited as it seemed Harry might get the wand which belonged to him this time. The other wand had not belonged to Harry, he knew that, but because he had suppressed his magic, the wand had seemed perfect for him at the time.
It took them twenty minutes to find the wand for him, and to Ollivander's surprise, it was the one he had expected Nick to have. "Holly wood, Phoenix feather core, eleven inches, nice and supple. Very unusual combination. The feather is from Fawkes, Headmaster Dumbledore's Phoenix. It has a brother wand which belongs to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. He did great things, yes, terrible but great…I was sure it would pick Nick Potter…" Ollivander trailed off.
Harry looked extremely uncomfortable for a few seconds before he covered it up by giving Ollivander his money, thanking him, and promptly leaving. Going back to the apothecary, he met up with Severus and they continued shopping for potions ingredients.
Since Ollivander was only required to tell the Ministry of the first wands bought when witches and wizards were eleven, he didn't have to tell them about the new purchase, so Albus didn't find out the brother wand was sold. It was a good thing, really, or Dumbledore's suspicion would have been complete. As he didn't know, he would never control, or try to control, Harry for any reason.
-0 END OF FLASHBACK 0-
"What happened to the other wand?" asked Luna curiously.
"I don't know. It's either still in that graveyard or snapped, but I suspect it was snapped. I doubt Voldemort would have left it lying there," stated Harry as a matter of fact.
"I'm sorry," said Luna softly. Nobody liked loosing wands, because after a few years, it became a part of them. Loosing a wand was very traumatic to most wizards and witches. Then again, what Harry had been through was probably more traumatic, anyway.
"It'*s okay," reassured Harry, looking solemn. If he had been alone, he knew it would have been worse—the nightmares, being alone, the constant need to look over his shoulder. Having someone permanent in his life who cared made Harry feel safer, happier, and more confident.
"So what's in this one?" asked Luna. She knew from the Tournament article in the Prophet what Harry's wand had originally had, so she was curious about how the new one differed from the old.
"Muffliato," cast Harry. It was one of the first spells he had learned from 'The Half-Blood Prince' even before he had become Severus' Apprentice—the man he had admired had helped him without either of them realizing it. That book had been his saving grace from the world, helped him love potions more than anything else in the world. To think it was all because James Potter had forgotten to buy him his Potions book.
Luna cocked her head to the side curiously as it wasn't a spell she was familiar with.
Harry noticed a glimmer in Luna's eyes…Was it just him or did she know what he was going to say? He was going to have to ask her about that. It wasn't the first time she had done it. She had gasped just before Dumbledore read out his name from the paper the Goblet of Fire had spat out. He had been too stunned to think about it at the time.
"Phoenix feather from Fawkes, it's the brother wand to Voldemort's, have you read anything about wands?" asked Harry. He had been looking for information but found nothing as of yet.
"No, not really," admitted Luna, not at all surprised by Harry's revelation.
"Why aren't you surprised, Luna?" asked Harry curiously.
Luna sighed, staring at the ground pensively, before her head came back up. She stared into Harry's eyes for endless minutes before she started speaking. "I sometimes See things, glimpses, nothing clear, it's all muddled. Sometimes I can See things clearly; sometimes I only hear a few words just before things happen. I rarely See things years before they happen, which doesn't help much but…it's how I've always been."
"You're a Seer?" asked Harry, wondering why he was surprised—he shouldn't be, since he had suspected as much.
"Yes, but it's not as clear as it's described in the books. It's as though the gift is too diluted or something…it's hard to explain. Maybe it will get better over the years but right now it's just very muddled," sighed Luna sadly.
"You know who I am, don't you?" asked Harry grimly.
"You are Harry Peverell. That's never going to change," answered Luna smartly.
"You know the secret I keep, though, don't you?" asked Harry almost accusingly.
Luna bit her lip, wondering if Harry was going to be her friend after today. Reluctantly Luna nodded her head. She knew, she had known since she got a vision earlier. The wand had been a dead giveaway, plus she had Seen him telling her. For reasons unknown to her, he had seemingly changed his mind—either that or her Seeing abilities were becoming useless.
"I know. This morning, I Saw you telling me," said Luna. Everyone just thought she was odd because she stared off into space. Unfortunately, she couldn't control when she got visions. She'd rather them think her odd than know the truth. Seers were either revered, or during war times, wanted by the highest bidder and controlled. After all, who wouldn't want the advantage? During war, it was a gold mine to have a Seer on their side.
"I actually told you?" asked Harry, surprised.
"Yes, but something went wrong…did you decide not to?" asked Luna, leaning forward, eager to learn more about the…about her gift.
"Er…I decided to wait…a few weeks," said Harry a little sheepishly.
"Maybe it's becoming better…maybe I'm beginning to See things that people decide but never bother doing or saying…this is brilliant!" giggled Luna suddenly, grinning widely.
"Well, I'm glad you're amused," said Harry, feeling a little embarrassed.
"I only knew today. I swear it's not why I became your friend!" said Luna, becoming serious once more.
Harry smiled softly. "Good." He didn't think he could cope with the betrayal if she had known all along. "You can't look Dumbledore in the eye, Luna. If he finds out…I don't know what I'd do, probably disappear," said Harry determinedly.
"Harry, I don't know if you've noticed or not but nobody pays attention to me. I hardly look anyone in the eye, never mind Dumbledore, plus Seers have natural barriers…I'd know if someone was trying to get into my mind. I couldn't stop them, of course…but it would be enough of a warning to try and stop it," explained Luna.
"Let me know how your Defense class turns out," smirked Harry, canceling the spell.
"I will," said Luna, thinking about everything she had just learned about her gift. Maybe it wasn't getting murky, maybe it was getting better. It meant every decision people made…changed her visions. Or rather, changed the outcome, which meant there might come a time when she saw various outcomes to know which to avoid. Being friends with Harry, maybe that was a good thing. The knowledge that he was the true Boy-Who-Lived meant nothing to Luna, just made her fearful for him. She dreaded the thought of people realizing it—Harry hated fame of any kind, hated the thought of people knowing. Obviously he didn't want others to know...With Voldemort on the loose, she wouldn't either. Maybe she would be able to help him with her visions as the war continued.
"How did your day go?" asked Eileen the second Harry Flooed back from school. He dropped his school bag on the floor beside the fireplace, then brought Eileen into a hug and began chatting about how his day went. Severus was not there, and it didn't take a genius to figure out where he was. Considering Eileen smelled of potions, he knew she had been down in the lab, too.
"It was good! I saw Luna, she was in three of my classes!" said Harry, greatly relieved.
"Do you have a lot of homework?" asked Eileen, concerned. She realized the massive workload Harry was putting on himself, especially during his OWL year, so she was worried about him. All she could do was make sure he didn't overdo it—or she certainly would be having a word with her son and Harry's teachers.
"Yeah, they gave out three- or four-foot essays, each class," stated Harry, not looking too bothered.
"Are you going to be okay doing that, Sweetie?" asked Eileen, concern deep in her black eyes.
Harry smiled at her concern, truly touched at her caring—he appreciated it all the more not having had any of it growing up. Instead of thinking she underestimated him, or thought him stupid, or was reminding him to get,* it done, he recognized and appreciated it for what it truly was.
"Yeah, but I won't be able to work on my potions," said Harry, feeling like pouting.
"Oh don't worry about that, you have all the time in the world to create potions," said Eileen, laughing softly. Harry reminded her of her son so much it was scary. He had hated coming home during the summer because he didn't get to brew. Not just that reason, of course, the main reason being Tobias.
"I guess I better get on with my homework," said Harry, grimacing slightly.
"Oh, no, you don't! You're having dinner, first, then some hot chocolate with me," said Eileen. She wasn't going to let him tire himself out. He had to have some 'Harry time' or it would overwhelm him quickly to the point of exhaustion.
"Okay," grinned Harry, a warm glow settling in his stomach. He could never get used to this, no matter how many times she said it. It was so nice having someone asking about his day, about his week—Hell, about his year. This was better than just seeing her during the summer. It was official—becoming an Apprentice was the best decision he had ever made. Of course, getting emancipated came very close to being first as well. For now, it would just have to settle for being second.
"Good," said Eileen, satisfied as they continued chatting while waiting for Severus to come up for dinner.
"Hey, Nick...are you okay?" asked Roxy, walking up to him and shaking him gently awake. He had been asleep on the couch in the Gryffindor common room. He must have completely exhausted himself. She'd barely seen him since school had started weeks ago, between classes and detention.
"I'm fine," said Nick automatically. Nobody seemed to really care, anyway, so there was no point in telling anyone, though he was hiding a grimace as his hand hurt even more painfully. 'I must learn quicker' was engraved across the back of his hand and he'd kept it out of sight around Roxy at least. It wasn't disappearing as quickly as the first few times.
"How did your detention go?" asked Roxy. She had heard the others talking about it, saying how it was about time he didn't get 'special treatment', whatever they meant by that.
"The usual writing lines," shrugged Nick. He had gone to tell his mother, but she hadn't even listened to him, just told him she was busy and to just to keep his head down and try his best not to get any more detentions. Or rather, to 'not rock the boat further'. Lily trusted Umbridge because she was a 'trusted Ministry official'. She had no idea what her son was going through because she didn't listen. Then he had gone to Professor McGonagall, only to be told basically the same thing. Neither adult would listen to him! So he had given up and was now licking his wounds in private.
He also felt so magically exhausted he almost thought he'd pass out some days. What he—and others—didn't realize was that he was rapidly approaching the point where he was so exhausted that, if he did more magic, he would end up in a coma. They were pushing him too hard, and if they weren't careful, they would lose him.
"I'm going to go to bed, Roxy. I'll see you in the morning," said Nick, a yawn stretching across his face.
"Okay, 'night Nick," said Roxy, watching her brother go. Somehow, being at Hogwarts wasn't as exiting as she thought it would be. She had spent a lot of time with Frank Longbottom. Unfortunately, she wasn't in classes with him, and nobody in the classes had spoken to her much. It wasn't like it used to be, when lots of people used to ask her a hundred questions about her brother, about what it was like growing up with him. No, she was being treated as though she was invisible while her brother was looked upon in disgust. It felt as though the world had shifted on its axis.
When she had gone to the Library earlier that day, only Ravenclaws were in there. Her poor decision was already staring her in the face, but there was nothing to be done about it. She had made her decision; she had chosen Gryffindor and family honor. She would just have to live with it because she loved her parents more than anything in the world.
More than her own happiness, it seemed.
Lily sighed in relief once her work was done; she had graded everything and gotten all detentions over with. Two teachers had given detentions out under her without even telling her. She had been rushed off her feet all day, and she didn't think it was right to land the miscreants with her, especially not without telling her, so she would have to speak with Slughorn to get him to stop it. Of course, this wasn't just happening that day as nearly every day since the school year had begun, this had been happening, and today was just the most trying day. In her own quarters again, she slumped onto the couch, bone-achingly tired. She then smiled at the thought of her youngest being a Gryffindor, which was one less thing to worry about. Lily was so proud of Roxy, and James was, too.
She still failed to realize just what she was doing to all her children by raising them wrongly.
Regardless, she couldn't believe Nick had come whining to her about detention. Couldn't he see how selfish he was being? Perhaps becoming a teacher had been the wrong thing. Nick was going to try and use her now, to get out of detention of all things. Delores was a Ministry employee, very high up, and could make life good for them if they got on well enough. She was further up than James was, and with Nick's bad publicity, they couldn't afford anymore. Lily knew they would love him again once he killed Voldemort once and for all. It was destined that he would, she knew it. Until then, it was best not to get on their bad side any more than necessary.
She missed James a lot while he was working all hours to get money, and she missed how simple life had been. Back then, all she'd had to do was take care of Nick and Roxy, cook dinner, and take them on outings to teach them or keep them happy (usually the latter). Now that she was working, too, they would have no time together, and she hated it. Being a teacher was exhausting work, but she had to do it. Damn the boy to Hell! He had ruined their lives! She wished she'd never had twins, wished she'd only had Nick, knowing this wouldn't have happened.
What she failed to realize was that without Harry, none of them would have survived that Halloween night.
It was something she would learn all too late, and all too soon.
It was Monday afternoon, Harry's third week at Hogwarts since it started back up. Harry had immediately taken to outright avoiding the Great Hall—knowing Lily Potter was there made Harry lose his appetite—so he and Luna had taken to eating at the Lake. Also, no one bothered them there. Next to nobody sat outside during lunch time, or for about the first twenty minutes of it at least, so they had the place pretty much to themselves.
"How was Defense?" asked Harry as soon as he plonked his bum on the ground. He had a selection of fruit and a ham sandwich, and Luna had pretty much the same, except she had two sandwiches.
"Alright for me, not so good for your brother again," said Luna. "At least according to the rumors."
"Why is that?" asked Harry, grimacing at her use of the family term regarding Nick Potter. He wasn't his brother, but right now, he was too curious about what was going on.
"Well, they say he's been picked every lesson to cast the spell his class had to learn. Nobody else got a chance to learn anything. She made him stand in front of the class until he could perform it, which ended up being the whole class, sometimes even past the end of the lesson. I think I feel sorry for him," said Luna. "The Gryffindors were extremely angry they didn't get to learn, and the Ravenclaws a year above me were furious they had no time to learn, with the book she had ordered for Nick...there was no preparation for class possible."
"What spell?" asked Harry curiously.
"Bone Breaking Curse, very nasty, Auror version," said Luna.
"You made it sound like she wouldn't teach you anything the last few weeks," said Harry, impressed with the new teacher.
"Harry, she's teaching him, not us. My class—and none of the other classes—have learned any spells from her at all, only him. She gave him detention and loss of House points for not doing it quickly enough," said Luna.
Harry was suddenly extremely glad he had not been pegged as the Boy-Who-Lived, well and truly happy. On the other hand, he felt no pity for Nick as he had left him to die, for Merlin's sake. He could never feel pity for Nick again, not after that.
"He's not my brother, and I could never feel sorry for him," sneered Harry at the thought of him.
"Of course not. I'm sorry, I was just telling you how skewed the situation is, and that I, personally, think something was wrong with what Professor Umbridge did. After all, if she did it to him, she could do it to others, too," said Luna evenly. "I don't expect you to pity him, and I'm sorry if I made it sound that way." Still, the situation felt dangerous to her, especially since each time Nick had failed to cast the spell, Umbridge had also unnecessarily removed House points. Gryffindor must be down fifty points already. It may have been the Ministry's way of ensuring Nick was trained for what was coming, but it was a poor way to go about it.
"It's okay," said Harry quietly.
"How are you finding everything? It is okay?" asked Luna.
"What do you mean?" asked Harry, briefly confused.
"Homework, classes, working for your Mastery," explained Luna.
"I did one of the assays and half of another. I can get the rest done tonight I hope. I don't want to be doing homework for Hogwarts on the days with Severus," said Harry.
"That's probably the best way to do it," agreed Luna cheerfully.
"Yeah, I just hope I can keep it up," replied Harry, looking a little worried.
"You're smart and hard working, so if anyone can do it, you can, Harry," stated Luna truthfully. Harry was the most Ravenclaw-ish Ravenclaw there ever was. And the most Hufflepuff-ish Ravenclaw there ever was, too, when she thought about how hard he worked to accomplish everything he did.
"Thanks, Luna," grinned Harry.
They continued talking about nothing important for the rest of their lunch break, just enjoying being back at Hogwarts and getting to see each other again, even if it was only for two days a week. Harry felt slightly guilty, as Luna didn't have anyone else, no other friends to talk to, just him now that Cedric had graduated. He was now training with the English Quidditch team, so didn't have much time or ability to stay in touch with anyone, it was mainly letters they got randomly from him to let them know he was doing well.
Edited by Snow Leopard Pasha thank you for all your hard work with this story! 11/07/2017
