Compare the length of my chapters to the ones in Harry Potter series, and make your own conclusion... Just make it right.
AN. Sorry for not much of a chapter, but I have a lazy streak, and even EnjoyEveryMoment can't do anything with this one.
A couple of days after such events, Harry and his friends were enjoying relatively sunny weekend, sitting on the castle grounds and discussing... well, everything. But even if world seemed to be suspended in a standstill, with sun fighting against dark stormy clouds from which no rain came down, and grassy fields not being disturbed by even slightest breeze, Harry just couldn't stop being himself.
"What's bugging you this time?" asked Hermione, noticing the state her friend was in. She always knew when somebody was upset; that just came with the job prescription of being Hermione. That, and preferring the library to a house party and bossing people around, older than her or not.
"It's... you know, even if Ron spent some time with us, it was too easy for him to spot Rose joining our group. If he could do it, anybody else can, given they pay attention... Heck, they could even stumble on it by chance. I don't really care people seeing me with her, but the state Slytherin House is in right now, with everyone knowing she's even somewhat close with me, it wouldn't be so easy for her to... hide." Harry stopped, because certain thought occurred to him.
"Luna, sweetness..." He turned to his other friend, who was again wearing her strange sunglasses and danish-looking hat, even though there was enough sunshine that you could barely call it "shaded" rather than "sunny" day. He also noticed Neville, dozing off on the other side of Luna.
"Yes, honey?" she asked, fishing a jar with aforementioned substance from a picnic basket sitting nearby.
"No, I'd rather go for jam," Harry answered, and shortly after the three of them begun to prepare their rolls.
"But what I was trying to ask is," he continued between bites, "what happened to our smallest friend?"
Luna smiled at him, and after cleaning her mouth with a napkin, she stuck two fingers in her mouth and gave a strange, melodic kind of whistle.
"What was that?" Harry asked after she stopped.
"Oh, just wait for it," Luna said offhandedly, continuing her roll.
Harry sat there, staring, waiting, and waiting, and waiting... and in the exact moment he lost his patience that something is going to happen, he got whacked in the head with something strange.
As it was, due to school work or necessity to sleep, Luna haven't always had the time to play with her plushy friend. The toy on the other hand, couldn't help but to feel a little adventurous... all the time. So it made journeys around the castle, picking quest so dangerous as to, for example, climb on that high, high windowsill without falling. Of course windowsill was barely waist high, but due to the scale the toy was made in, it was quite a challenge.
That state of affairs, Luna and her friend not being together at all times, required a way for them to find each other. Thus the whistling call. Of course, for the toy, it was only another game, find it's owner as fast as it could. This time, while it barrelled through the grassy field all the way from the castle, it had that grand idea to do a surprise attack on one of it's masters companions. Of course, the case of being only a plush toy surfaced again, and instead of toppling Harry to the ground and ending victoriously on top of him, it stopped on his cheek, looking like a trapeze artist who ended on a pole.
Harry picked the toy, which was wagging it's short tail like it executed it's plan spot-on, and couldn't help but notice a new addition.
"What's with the cape?" he asked while pointing at the fluffy blanket strapped to the toy's shoulders.
"Well, she sneezed all the time, so I thought she might be cold. She seems to like it, if the poses she make in front of the mirror are anything important," Luna responded from her spot, where she was, at the very moment, suntanning, even though import of sunbeams haven't increased over the last 5 minutes.
Harry stared at the toy again, thinking about the cape. When he enchanted the toy, he didn't thought about adding additional things to it, and haven't had slightest idea how to incorporate new thing to enchantments that were already in place. So why the toy itself could do it on it's own, even enabling the blanket to vanish from sight? Harry thought about it a while, and came to the conclusion that it had something to do with the enchantments them self. The toy protected itself from everyone who wanted to do it harm... But then again, Harry hadn't exactly specified what kind of harm it could be. If the toy thought that someone stealing it's things was harmful, surely it needed to protect them. And what would be better way to make sure they are safe than taking them with you?
"Luna, could I borrow your friend for a little while?" Harry asked after a while of thought.
"If she says yes, then you can. She has enough of free time as it is, she'll bound to be looking for some adventure sooner or later."
Harry stared the toy in the eyes, even though it still was wiggling in his hands.
"You want to play a game?"
The toy elephant stopped moving and regarded him with head tilted to the side.
Harry smiled and told how he was in need of a brave man... elephant... toy... That he needed someone brave to sneak into the most dangerous place in the castle without being spotted, and deliver some things.
The toy blew it's trunk and started wiggling again, which was enough of a yes to Harry.
After some more improvements in toy's attire, a valiant hero was born. Seizie the Brave, best Postman-elephant in the world, boldly going where no toy went before.
Rose surely will be surprised to see something like that sneaking through Slytherin Common Room.
AN. Seriously, I can't concentrate on writing right now... So, as not to torment you all with scraps of what-could-be-chapters I think I'm going to give myself a writing free Christmas. If you want another real chapter, it's easy. All you have to do is to cancel Christmas...