[a/n] Couple reviews questioned Harry's violence. What's wrong with protecting oneself? He didn't know how long Hannah was going to keep up.

[a/n1] McGonagall's order. Borrowed from the 1984 Dune movie. Easy to see Sian Phillips as Head of Gryffindor.

[a/n2] Up next, a series of House bashing. Like the Grimmauld sequence.

Harry Does Different Zi

Shame of Ravenclaw

"Good evening Harry Potter." Said a voice.

Pulled from deep in thought, he jumped, half pulled his wand "Oh." He relaxed "Hi Luna. Yes, I suppose it is."

"You seem to have your nargle infestation down." She studied him with a bend of her neck "Unfortunately, the wrackspurts are up a trifle."

Harry squirmed a bit under her scrutiny, then asked "Can you help me treat them? Can you at least help me see them?"

"Not yet. Neither is very serious." She answered "But, one day, we will certainly have a long discussion." Then she started skipping away.

Harry smiled at his departing friend. Luna was unusual, but … nice. She had a strange twist on the world that somehow appealed. Then he noticed "Luna! Come back here!"

"Yes, Harry?" she froze and walked back meekly.

He was shocked by how she closed up. Said "I'm angry, Luna, but not at you. For you! Luna? Where are your shoes?"

"Oh Harry, it's nothing important." Luna answered airily "I usually get most of my stuff back by school end."

He only got angrier "People who do this!" he growled "Luna! They're bullies! How much of your stuff is missing? How long?"

"Oh just-" she began

He cut her off "Well it stops NOW! Come with me!" and pulled her along. In the Great Hall, which was only lightly populated, he leapt right from the floor to the top of the table.

"Get off my textbook, Potter!" a sixth year boy growled. Harry kicked it across the room, eliciting a shout of "PROFESSOR!"

Which produced the arrival of Professor Flitwick who was proctoring Study Hall at the time. "Potter! What is the meaning of this? Excuse me Miss Lovegood."

"Exactly part of the problem." Harry snapped "Tell me, professor, do you ALWAYS push Luna aside?"

The Head of Ravenclaw blinked "What? What? What?"

"You know…..you're a great teacher, Professor. But I don't think much of you as a Head of House."

The half-goblin spluttered in anger "How dare you! That will be -"

"Detention? Points? BAH!" Harry interrupted dismissively, "Won't change to truth. Why do you allow bullying in your House?"

He grunted angrily "I allow no such thing!"

"Really?" Harry sneered down at Flitwick "Take a good look at Luna and see if you can repeat that?"

He did, looking the young witch up and down, critically then asked "Miss Lovegood, footwear IS part of the standard dress code. Please explain." Luna was looking down, embarrassed

"Great! Sure!" Harry jumped on that "Blaming the victim! That's how bullies get away with it. Why aren't you finding her stuff? Why aren't you stopping it?"

Feeling defensive, Flitwick answered "How was I to know if Miss Lovegood did not tell me?"

"I figured it out in five minutes." Harry said with a snort of disgust "Just now. Luna's been living in your House for four years. I'm 15. How old are you?"

The professor stammered in shock. No less about a student talking to him in this manner, but that he had a point. The need to establish order asserted itself "This can be discussed in a different, reasonable, manner Potter." He ordered "Now, get down!"

"Did I say I was finished?" Harry snapped. He brought out his wand, walked 2/3 the length of the Ravenclaw table, all the while a purple spell spreading out behind him. Students were pushed to the floor "Thank you to the Restricted Section for this. And of course, my favorite researcher."

Hermione had been trying to get Harry to stop, but this brought an embarrassed smile to her face.

He glared around "Here's the story. Luna is my friend. An attack on Luna is an attack on me. Interesting spell, this, won't let anybody in. So tough luck Ravenclaw, you'll be sitting close. No, you won't be able to get your stuff out, except under two circumstances. If you are truly innocent of taking anything from Luna, you're all clear. If you've taken anything from her, you must return it …during meals tomorrow… for all to see.

"I have a paper due tomorrow I was working on!" Came from several.

Harry jumped down in front of one complainer, asked coldly "How many assignments have Luna missed?"

"Can you back up that mouth of yours, Potter?" a Seventh Year witch asked.

Flitwick ordered "Stop this now!"

"Dunno Michelle" Harry growled "You're talking to a guy whose been kicking Voldemort's arse since 1980. OH, sorry, scared of Lord Jumble? Didn't do too bad in the Triwizard either, did i?"

The professor ordered "You are being unreasonable, Mr. Potter. Drop that spell immediately!"

"Sorry, no." he replied "But it probably wouldn't be hard for one of you professors to break. Though, if you do, everything inside….ahhh! Poof!

The Headmaster and Deputy arrived on the scene almost predictably on time. The professors consulted at length. Dumbledore briefly examined the field enclosing 2/3 of the Ravenclaw table. He approached and said "Harry, surely there is a more reasonable method to resolving this?"

"Found out you can't cancel it out either?" Harry whispered, pleased.

Dumbledore admitted "A very interesting spell. I don't suppose you would care to share the incantation?"

"Not today, Professor." Harry answered, bluntly "The solution is simple. They return Luna's stuff, they get theirs back."

Quietly, he explained "However, Harry, it is your implied threat to the property of your fellow students that concerns me."

"Nothing 'implied' about it, Professor." Answered Harry. "Nothing they didn't do to Luna."

McGonagall, trying to offer reason, asked "Suppose, Potter, your classmates have left something particularly valuable on that table?"

"That would be, unfortunate, Professor." Harry replied, unflinchingly "Luna, do you happen to know everything you're missing?"

She nodded "Oh, yes Harry."

"Is any of it worth a lot to you?" he asked. Harry looked around to the entire room "Well, there you have it, people. Return Luna's stuff. Admit to being a thief. Take your punishment. You'll get your stuff back. Every day, I'll make it a little smaller. Too small to hold all the stuff inside."

The same Seventh Year smirked "No problem then. We just wait him out."

"You can, sure." agreed Harry, in a falsely friendly tone "And watch whatever doesn't fit go the way of Quirrell. Remember him? And should anything happen to me... well, that'll be just too bad... for all of you."

Luna grinned at Harry and said "Thank you Harry. I don't know how to thank you."

"You just did." He answered, face with the same expression Luna usually wears.