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To Hell Again
Alex watched all of the others step through the window of a severely run-down and out of date fashion store, much like the barrier at King's Cross Station, then shrugged, following them, hand-in-hand with Luna. As they looked around the very festive waiting area, Alex grinned.
"Should I tell them about your imaginary creatures?" Alex offered Luna in a whisper.
"Only if you want to deal with Umbridge alone," Luna said in her usual, half-there tone.
"Solid pass," Alex said.
They followed the others through the hospital to Mr. Weasley's room where he had a dinner tray on his lap. However, when they arrived, he asked if they'd seen the head Healer for his ward, then brushed it off as nothing when Mrs. Weasley asked why. He began to unwrap his gifts, but as he leaned over to shake Harry's hand in thanks for fuse-wire and screwdrivers, Mrs. Weasley noticed his bandages had been changed a day early. Finally, Mr. Weasley explained that the trainee Healer, Augustus Pye, had tried a muggle remedy, stitches. Even before he could finish, Mrs. Weasley was furious, and Lupin walked over to another person in the bed, from whom Alex could smell wet dog, letting him know that person was now a werewolf. As Lupin walked away, Bill said he was going to get tea and the twins jumped up to accompany him.
"Do you mean to tell me," Mrs. Weasley snarled, her voice growing louder with every word and apparently unaware that her fellow visitors were scurrying for cover, "that you have been messing about with Muggle remedies?"
"Not messing about, Molly, dear," Mr. Weasley said imploringly. "It was just...just something Pye and I thought we'd try...only, most unfortunately...well, with these particular kinds of wounds...it doesn't seem to work as well as we'd hoped."
"Meaning?" Mrs. Weasley snapped.
"Well...Well, I don't know whether you know what...what stitches are?" Mr. Weasley checked.
"It sounds as though you've been trying to sew your skin back together," Mrs. Weasley said with a snort of mirthless laughter, "but even you, Arthur, wouldn't be that stupid."
"I fancy a cup of tea, too," Harry said, jumping to his feet.
Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and Alex almost sprinted to the door with him, Alex dragging Luna by the hand. As it swung closed behind them, they heard Mrs. Weasley shriek, "WHAT DO YOU MEAN, THAT'S THE GENERAL IDEA!?"
"Typical Dad," Ginny sighed, shaking her head as they set off up the corridor. "Stitches...I ask you..."
"Well, you know, they do work well on non-magical wounds," Hermione reasoned fairly. "I suppose something in that snake's venom dissolves them or something. I wonder where the tearoom is?"
"Fifth floor," Harry said, remembering the sign over the welcomewitch's desk.
As they made their way up the stairs, Alex and Luna began to laugh as a Healer chased the group through the portraits lining the stairs, telling Ron that he had Spattergroit, a condition that made the victim pockmarked to the point of disfiguration, only for Ron to finally tell him off and inform him that they were just freckles. Then, on the fourth floor, they stopped, staring at Lockhart, who was staring at them with his nose pressed to the glass of a door.
"Didn't you say he wiped his own memory?" Alex asked.
"He did," Harry nodded.
Lockhart pushed the door open and stepped out to meet them. "Well, hello there! I expect you'd like my autograph, would you?"
"Hasn't changed much, has he?" Harry muttered to Ginny, who grinned.
"Er...how are you, Professor?" Ron asked, sounding slightly guilty.
"I'm very well indeed, thank you!" Lockhart beamed exuberantly, pulling a rather battered peacock-feather quill from his pocket. "Now, how many autographs would you like? I can do joined-up writing now, you know!"
"Er...he don't want any at the moment, thanks," Ron said, raising his eyebrows at Harry.
"Professor, should you be wandering around the corridors?" Harry asked. "Shouldn't you be in a ward?"
The smile faded slowly from Lockhart's face. For a few moments he gazed intently at Harry, then said, "Haven't we met?"
"Er...yeah, we have," Harry nodded. "You used to teach us at Hogwarts, remember?"
"Teach?" Lockhart repeated, looking faintly unsettled. "Me? Did I?" And then the smile reappeared upon his face so suddenly it was rather alarming. "Taught you everything you know, I expect, did I? Well, how about those autographs, then? Shall we say a round dozen, you can give them to all your little friends then and nobody will be left out!"
Just then a head poked out of a door at the far end of the corridor and a voice called, "Gilderoy, you naughty boy, where have you wandered off to?"
A motherly-looking Healer wearing a tinsel wreath in her hair came bustling up the corridor, smiling warmly at Harry and the others.
"Oh, Gilderoy, you've got visitors!" She she beamed. "How lovely, and on Christmas Day, too! Do you know, he never gets visitors, poor lamb, and I can't think why, he's such a sweetie, aren't you?"
"We're doing autographs!" Lockhart told the Healer with another glittering smile. "They want loads of them, won't take no for an answer! I just hope we've got enough photographs!"
"Listen to him," the Healer smiled, taking Lockhart's arm and beaming fondly at him as though he were a precocious two-year-old. "He was rather well known a few years ago; we very much hope that this liking for giving autographs is a sign that his memory might be starting to come back. Will you step this way? He's in a closed ward, you know, he must have slipped out while I was bringing in the Christmas presents, the door's usually kept locked...not that he's dangerous! But," she lowered her voice to a whisper, "he's a bit of a danger to himself, bless him. Doesn't know who he is, you see, wanders off and can't remember how to get back. It is nice of you to have come to see him."
"Er," Ron said, gesturing uselessly at the floor above, "actually, we were just...er..."
"Coming to see Hermione's old crush," Alex grinned mischievously, gesturing at Lockhart, Hermione stomping on his foot as Ginny punched him in the kidney.
The Healer laughed into her hand as Lockhart suddenly brightened, standing up straighter and giving Hermione the most dashing smile he could muster.
Hermione shot Alex a dirty look, and Alex grinned as they followed the Healer back into the Janus Thickey Ward.
"This is our long-term residents' ward," the Healer informed them in a low voice, once she'd put Lockhart in an arm chair beside his bed, Lockhart still staring at Hermione. "For permanent spell damage, you know. Of course, with intensive remedial potions and charms and a bit of luck, we can produce some improvement. Gilderoy does seem to be getting back some sense of himself, and we've seen a real improvement in Mr. Bode, he seems to be regaining the power of speech very well, though he isn't speaking any language we recognise yet. Well, I must finish giving out the Christmas presents, I'll leave you all to chat."
"You really are quite beautiful," Lockhart said, the Healer struggling not to start laughing, breaking down in the hallway. "So, were we together, then?"
"N-No!" Hermione shook her head vigorously, blushing and flustered. "You were our professor, remember?"
"Ah, yes, of course," Lockhart nodded.
"Honestly, I don't think you'd have minded he was a professor," Ron grinned, Hermione's face darkening as she shot him a warning glare.
Lockhart seemed to suddenly remember that he was supposed to be giving them autographs and pulled out a dozen photos of himself, beginning to sign them before throwing them in Ginny's lap, Ginny giving Harry a pained look. As he scribbled his sloppy signature, Lockhart told them about a witch still writing to him daily, deciding it was because of his good looks. Alex shook his head and smirked, then glanced at Luna, feeling the tightness in his chest that he'd been ignoring beginning to constrict even more.
"I need to step out," Alex said, standing, Luna instantly following suit.
They headed back downstairs quickly, finding Moody by the door. As soon he saw them coming, he limped over.
"I need to smoke," Alex said under his breath.
Moody nodded, his Magic Eye rolling toward the door before he turned and led them out, then to an alleyway nearby where they were out of view from the muggles walking by. Alex lit a cigarette, sighing as the tightness in his chest relaxed slowly, Luna laying her head on his shoulder to help calm him. Once he'd calmed down, the three of them headed back inside and up to Mr. Weasley's room.
Alex sighed as he rested his head on Luna's shoulder, Luna's fingers laced with his and her thumb stroking the back of his affectionately. It was almost time to leave. The last day before returning to Hogwarts and Umbridge. They'd be taking the Knight Bus all the way back to Hogwarts. All that was left was breakfast. And he wasn't the only one not looking forward to leaving. Harry, in addition to dealing with Umbridge, now had to do extra lessons with Snape in order to learn Occlumency so that he could shield his mind from whatever was giving him his visions of Voldemort and his snake.
On the bright side, Mr. Weasley was finally cured and out of the hospital.
"I'm not ready," Alex sighed.
"I know," Luna said. "Neither am I."
Alex stared emptily at the door across from his bed for a long moment before lifting his arm to check his watch. "We need to get changed or we'll be late."
Luna nodded, remaining where she was for a few moments before standing, Alex dragging himself up as well. Both changed out of their pajamas and into jeans and their new sweaters, then headed down to the kitchen, joining all of the others for a hasty breakfast before putting on coats and scarves. Then, they were rushed out of the house. Lupin flung out his hand, and the Knight Bus appeared with a loud 'BANG!'
Tonks hurriedly shunted them all onto the buss, quickly splitting them up to try and get them into whatever seats they could find. The chairs were missmatched and grouped together oddly around windows. However, they were two seats short, so Alex and Luna ended up standing at the back of the first level with the twins, Ginny, and Lupin. Alex leaned back against the wall, Luna leaning back against him, and wrapped his arms around her. When the bus exploded forward, Alex's position allowed the momentum to push him back against the wall, then when the bus swerved multiple times, he was able to keep himself and Luna upright using his brute strength, the Weasleys and Lupin all holding onto candle brackets, or in George's case a vertical pole he happened to sit beside.
"Alex," Lupin said once there was a second loud 'BANG!' and they were suddenly on a motorway. "I meant to give you this for Christmas, but I'm afraid I wasn't able to find it in time."
He held out a book, and Alex accepted it, holding it in front of him and Luna while she leafed through the pages. It was another spell book, but this one was all about healing magic. Alex's eyes widened and he looked up at Lupin who smiled.
"I thought you might enjoy having something new to work on besides that cloning spell," Lupin smiled.
Alex sighed, nodding. "Is that even a real spell?"
Lupin shrugged. "James was the one who supplied the information for that one. Let me know if you ever figure it out or decide it's a fake."
Alex sighed, nodding. "Thank you for everything, Professor."
"I've told you, you don't have to call me that anymore," Lupin said. "Lupin is fine."
Alex smiled. "Can't do that."
Lupin smiled, shaking his head just as there was yet another 'BANG!' and they were suddenly in the countryside, missing hairpin bends one after another. After several more jumps, they slowed to a stop outside a small pub so that a pale witch who'd been vomiting on the second deck could get off. Then, one jump later, they were in Hogsmeade, speeding along the street at a horrifying speed before rolling to a stop outside Hogwarts' gates. They all got off, everyone but Alex relieved, then said their goodbyes to their two escorts before heading inside. Alex snapped his fingers as they walked, and Winky appeared at his side.
"Would you mind taking this up to my bed for me?" Alex asked.
"Of course, Master," Winky bowed, accepting the spell book before Disapparating again.
Then, a few minutes later, they reached the castle and all headed to their common rooms, Alex kissing Luna goodbye before they separated. They quickly unpacked, then spent the rest of the day relaxing mostly, though Alex and Luna spent a few hours working on their tunnel. Both were getting much better at Vanishing Charms, and they were making good progress, but it was still very far from finished.
The next day, classes resumed with double-Potions first thing in the morning, and as the day progressed, more and more of the DA members found Alex and Harry to ask when the next meeting was, only to be turned away each time. Then, after lunch, they went to their evening classes, then to the Library to do their homework with Hermione, Ron, and Ginny. After nearly two hours of homework, however, Harry finally arrived. He was pale, and looked like he might be sick.
"How did it go?" Hermione whispered, then looked concerned. "Are you all right, Harry?"
"Yeah...fine...I dunno," Harry said impatiently, wincing as pain. "Listen...I've just realized something." He told them about his Occlumency lesson bringing up a memory of running past the Department of Mysteries entrance on the way to his trial, telling them that it was the door he'd been dreaming about, and that Mr. Weasley had been bitten while guarding.
"So...So are you saying..." Ron whispered, as Madam Pince swept past, squeaking slightly, "that the weapon...the thing You-Know-Who's after...is in the Ministry of Magic?"
"In the Department of Mysteries, it's got to be," Harry whispered. "I saw that door when your dad took me down to the courtrooms for my hearing and it's definitely the same one he was guarding when the snake bit him."
"Wasn't Sturgis Podmore arrested trying to get through a door at the Department of Mysteries?" Alex asked.
"Of course!" Hermione gasped. "It must have been that one! It's too much of a coincidence!"
"How come Sturgis was trying to break in when he's on our side?" Ron asked.
"He could have been bewitched, or coerced," Alex offered. "Or he could have decided to either destroy the weapon or else hide it somewhere Lucius Malfoy can't get to it."
"So what's in the Department of Mysteries?" Harry asked Ron. "Has your dad ever mentioned anything about it?"
"I know they call the people who work in there 'Unspeakables,'" Ron said, frowning. "Because no one really seems to know what they do. Weird place to have a weapon."
"It's not weird at all, it makes perfect sense," Hermione said. "It will be something top secret that the Ministry has been developing, I expect."
"It's probably Fudge's Heliopaths," Luna said.
"Harry, are you sure you're all right?" Hermione asked, ignoring Luna.
Harry had just run both his hands hard over his forehead as though trying to iron it.
"At most it would be one single Heliopath," Alex said, Luna shrugging, smiling.
"You'll get there someday," Luna smiled, kissing him.
"Yeah. Fine." Harry said, also ignoring Alex and Luna, lowering his hands, which were trembling. "I just feel a bit...I don't like Occlumency much."
"I expect anyone would feel snaky if they'd had their mind attacked over and over again," Hermione said sympathetically. "Look, let's get back to the common room, we'll be a bit more comfortable there."
Everyone nodded, leaving the library. Alex walked Luna back toward her own common room before giving her a kiss and heading back to his own. When he arrived, the common room was packed and full of shrieks of laughter and excitement. Fred and George were demonstrating their latest bit of joke shop merchandise. In this case, Fred was standing before the crowd, headless, and groping at what seemed to be empty air over his headless shoulders. Then, his head reappeared as he swept a pointed pink-feathered hat from it.
"Brilliant work, as always, boys," Alex commended them. "Shall we start the next demonstration, then?"
Both twins grinned and nodded.
"With the help of our esteemed business partner, we'd now like to show you our crown jewel for making Slytherins suffer!" Fred announced.
"What are you demonstrating?" Luna asked.
"The patch we put on Malfoy a couple years ago," Alex grinned.
"Eyes on the patch please!" George called, holding up the unassuming white circle. "For the sake of not letting anyone know what they are, we call it 'The Patch.' Now, just a circle of plastic and adhesive, right? Like a bandage? Here, smell this." He held it out to a first year, who took a big sniff and reported that he could smell nothing. "And yet, when I do this..."
He pressed it to Alex's back, keeping his hand out of the way and using two fingers to allow everyone to see it sink into Alex's clothes and disappear.
A second later, the foul stench of that same toilet flooded into the room, everyone gagging and backing away, except for Fred and George, who'd already clothes-pinned their noses.
"It sinks through the victims clothes and sticks to wherever you put it." George said.
"For best effects, we recommend the center of the back, just below the shoulder blades, that spot you can't reach," Fred advised. "As you can tell, the effect is rather obvious."
"Now, to be clear, this is only a demonstration patch," George said. "Alex, if you would."
Alex shrugged his robes off then took off his shirt, exposing the now skin-colored patch.
"Not easy to notice at first glance, as you can see," George said.
"Now, as we said, this one's just for demonstration, so when we do this..." Fred pulled the patch off, the patch turning white again as the smell vanished in seconds, "the smell goes away instantly. For the real thing, it'll stick around until they scrub themselves."
"Now, the most important thing about the Patch, is that it's one part of a twin set," George said. One patch for your target, one for wherever you want them to smell like. We've taken the liberty of putting the first ten patches, not including this one, in the same toilet as the demonstration Patch's twin. Which means the smell you all just suffered is what they'll smell like."
"They're a little pricey, but worth it," Fred said. "Ten Galleons for a set."
Hands shot into the air, everyone shouting for a set. Alex chuckled, leaving the twins to their sales as he headed for the window, lighting a cigarette as soon as he was there. He listened to Luna sing for him for almost an hour before they both headed to bed.
Alex groaned as he set the last of his homework down. Finally finished. The others all had a bit left, but he'd made sure he was done first. As soon as he was, he all but ran up to the common room, sitting on his bed and reaching into Mouse's cage, scooping the tiny bird into his lap. He was much, much worse now. In the weeks since Christmas, Mouse had grown thin, feathers fell out rather frequently, and he very rarely moved. He hadn't left his cage in days. He still cooed appreciatively as Alex stroked his belly, but Alex could tell he wasn't long for the world. His first friend would die soon. Snow and Blue had barely left Mouse's cave, having elected to keep their companion company to the end, apparently, and Luna had given Emerald to Alex so he could do the same. The only one who didn't was Luna's Heliopath, which chose to stay with Luna instead.
Alex glanced at his wand, resting insides its arm holster on the nightstand. They had continued the DA meeting shortly after returning, following some very bad news. There was a mass breakout from Azkaban, in which ten Death Eaters escaped, including Bellatrix Lestrange, who'd tortured Neville's parents into insanity, both of them currently in the same St. Mungo's ward as Lockhart. As they'd continued the meetings, Neville had been so focused and determined to improve, that when they'd started the Shield Charm, only Hermione mastered it faster than Neville. And Alex had also been working with Neville especially, leaving a lot of his responsibilities with the rest of the class to Harry, on account of knowing how badly Neville wanted, and possibly needed, to improve. From what Alex had heard about Bellatrix from Sirius, there was a chance she'd want to do to Neville what she did to his parents, or worse. So, Alex had been helping Neville directly.
"Are you excited for this weekend?" Luna asked through their hearing aids.
"Spending all of Valentines day with you because God decided to let it be a Sunday this year?" Alex asked. "No, sounds awful."
Luna giggled. "I'll meet you outside her office."
"As always," Alex grumbled, eyes flicking to his heavily scarred hand. "Can I send her to St. Mungo's yet?"
"No," Luna said. "But I might if she doesn't stop torturing you."
Alex sighed, smiling. "I love you."
"I love you, too," Luna said, before her voice grew sad. "How is he?"
"Worse every day," Alex responded in a matching tone. "He doesn't have long left."
"I'm sorry," Luna said.
"Not your fault," Alex sighed.
They both stayed up a while longer before going to bed. The next day, Alex suffered through Umbridge's torture until almost nine o'clock Sunday morning before going to Madame Pomfrey, then getting permission from Dumbledore to go to Hogsmeade late. A few minutes later, they were seated at the usual cafe, which had been heavily decorated for Valentine's Day, and both were enjoying themselves while stealing glances at Ginny and Harry, who were enjoying their own date a few tables away. Finally, however, Harry and Ginny walked over to join them.
"Enjoying yourselves?" Ginny asked.
"Well, we were, but now there are these weird people sitting with us," Alex said. "What do you think they want, Harry?"
Both girls laughed instantly, Harry shaking his head.
"D'you guys want to meet up with Hermione with me and Ginny?" Harry asked. "Around lunch or so."
"Sorry," Luna smiled apologetically. "We have plans."
"What're you three up to now?" Alex sighed. "Please say 'plotting Umbridge's disappearance.'"
"Plotting Umbridge's disappearance," Ginny grinned, Luna smiling.
"Hermione didn't say, only that it was important," Harry said.
Alex snorted, shaking his head. "Of course she didn't. Well, have fun with that. Hopefully it's not too painful."
Luna, sensing that Alex needed to smoke, stood with him, only for both to stop as a wall of rain hit the windows all at once, startling most of the couples in the teashop. Alex rolled his eyes and walked outside, Luna following without complaint. They headed to the Hog's Head, Alex drying them both with a wave of his hand before they headed to the bar and got two butter beers. Once they'd found a table near the back, Alex lit a cigarette, sighing in relief. Luna leaned on his shoulder, slipping her hand into his, and he smiled, kissing the top of her head. They remained there for about another hour before leaving.
Once they'd had their fill of Hogsmeade, and each had a bag filled with candy and Zonko's products for Fred and George, they let Hogsmeade, Alex having Winky take their things to their respective common rooms, Luna asking her to hide hers in her trunk. Then, they headed to the lake, heading for their cave, Luna using a Bubblehead charm. They worked quickly, then, when Alex began to get tired, he made the tunnel to let air in, after placing a charm from his newest spell book to keep the water from flooding the tunnel once there was a place for the air to be forced out by it. Once that was done and they had a supply of fresh air, Alex yawned, sitting against the wall of the cave, Luna curling up in his lap. Alex made sure to call Winky long enough to ask her to wake them up before curfew, then allowed himself to drift off to sleep holding Luna.
Alex slammed his bat into the bludger, sending it slamming into the Quaffle a foot out of Smith's hand after a throw, both saving Ron from having to fail to block it while also freaking Smith out and making him nearly fall off his broom. A second later, Angelina caught it, streaking for the other end. Alex swung around, streaking after her as the Hufflepuff Beater sent a bludger at her that Kirke failed to hit, though he did manage to connect his bat with Alicia's mouth. Alex slapped him in the back of the head on the way past before lunging off his broom, keeping it in his left hand, and swiping at the bludger.
"Angelina, don't flinch!" he shouted over the shrieks of the Gryffindors and cheers of encouragement Slytherin was sending at the bludger.
Angelina's entire body tensed, and his bat breezed past her head with millimeters to spare before connecting with the bludger mere inches to the side of her head. The bludger streaked past in front of her face and Alex's bat hit Angelina in the shoulder with the force of a playful punch before Alex flipped back onto his broom as she took her shot, scoring a goal, barely. Then, seconds later, Ginny had caught the snitch. Alex sighed in relief. They'd won by twenty.
"Don't ever do that again," Angelina said, trembling on her broom but smiling. "But thanks for the save."
Alex nodded. "We need to get Kirke a lot better."
"We need to kick him off," Alicia said, one hand still held to her mouth, blood running down her chin.
They all landed, Alex congratulating Ginny before they left the field, Angelina and Katie taking Alicia to Madam Pomfrey. Alex waited for Luna, who cheered and kissed him when she met him before they all headed back to the school. As soon as Alex reached the Gryffindor common room, he found a celebration underway, which he was dragged into immediately. After a few minutes, he managed to extract himself from the party, heading to the windowsill to smoke and talk to Luna, who said Harry's article explaining everything that happened the night Voldemort returned to life, which is what Hermione had wanted from Harry on Valentine's Day, and had had Rita Skeeter write the article, would be coming out in the morning.
"What's going on here?" Umbridge asked, appearing behind Alex and Luna as they, the Weasley Twins, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Harry were reading letters from people who read the article, about a quarter of which seemed to believe him. "Why have you got all these letters, Mr. Potter?"
"Is that a crime now?" Ginny snapped loudly. "Getting mail?"
"Be careful Miss Weasley, or I shall have to put you in detention," Umbridge warned. "Well, Mr. Potter?"
"People have written to me because I gave an interview," Harry said. "About what happened to me last June."
"An interview?" Umbridge asked, voice thinner and higher than before. "What do you mean?"
"I mean a reporter asked me questions and I answered them," Harry said. "Here."
He threw the copy of The Quibbler to her, and she caught it, staring down at the cover. Her pale, doughy face turned an ugly, patchy violet.
"When did you do this?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.
"Last Hogsmeade weekend," Harry said simply.
She looked up at him, incandescent with rage, the magazine shaking in her stubby fingers. "There will be no more Hogsmeade trips for you, Mr. Potter." Her voice was barely a whisper, but carried perfectly in the silence of the Great Hall. "How you dare...how you could..." She took a deep breath. "I have tried again and again to teach you not to tell lies. The message, apparently, has still not sunk in. Fifty points from Gryffindor and another week's worth of detentions." Then, she stalked away, clutching The Quibbler to her chest, the eyes of many students following her.
Alex shrugged, returning to the mail with Luna, the others all glaring after Umbridge for a few more seconds before doing the same.
By mid-morning enormous signs had been put up all over the school, not just on house noticeboards, but in the corridors and classrooms too. "BY ORDER OF THE HIGH INQUISITOR OF HOGWARTS, any student found in possession of the magazine "The Quibbler" will be expelled. The above is in accordance with Educational Decree Number Twenty-seven. Signed: Dolores Jane Umbridge, High Inquisitor."
"She's begging," Alex grumbled as he and Luna stared at a notice as the way to lunch.
"Soon," Luna said. "You can't yet."
"I know," he sighed. "I can't wait."
Luna nodded, then smiled widely. "I'm about to have a very good business going now, thanks to her."
"What do you mean?" Alex frowned.
"Now that it's been banned, as the daughter of the editor, I've been paid fifty galleons already for copies," Luna smiled. "And we know more than one spell to get them smuggled in safely."
Alex snorted, then grinned. "Forget spells. You can just borrow Winky if you want."
Luna beamed happily. "My father's going to be so happy we're making so much money with this issue."
"You'll be rich," Alex said, slipping his hand into hers as they walked into the the Great Hall for lunch.
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