Author: Lucinda
Rated T for teen.
Disclaimer: I own nobody from the Harry Potter series.
Distribution: with the other Pottery Shards.
Notes: possible sequel to Witches Meeting Pottery Shard. Set in what would be Luna's 5th year and Harry's 6th.
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"So, Harry, will you be the father of my children? I think I'd like six or seven," Luna leaned on the table near one of the few students that had never teased her with anything less than friendly intentions.
Harry Potter blinked, his green eyes open very wide as his jaw moved without a single coherent word emerging.
"Luna! How could you? You know that I…" Ginny Weasley's voice was loud before she suddenly clapped her hand over her mouth, her face turning a bright red.
Near Harry, other Gryffindors were now staring at her, some of them making similar surprised expressions. Ronald Weasley's face was almost as red as his sister's, and his expression was angry. Many of them looked confused, suggesting to Luna that they were not following her reasoning at all. This was a situation that Luna was quite familiar with, though that made it no less awkward.
"Did you just… did you just ask Harry to marry you?" demanded one of the other girls in Harry's year. She was pretty, with bright, chunky jewelry and a pretty scarf of shiny gold shot through with crimson threads.
"It isn't traditional for a witch to ask a wizard to marry her," mumbled the young Longbottom.
"Goodness, I didn't ask him to marry me!" Luna insisted, looking at the young Longbottom . "Harry, have I ever spoken to you about marital plans?"
"… I'm pretty sure that I haven't spoken to anyone about wedding plans, or intent to marry." Harry was still looking a bit confused. "Is this a good place for the conversation that you're trying to have with me, Luna?"
Luna considered this for a moment, and decided that the Great Hall was sure to have a lot of interruptions, especially when the Weasleys started talking. Reaching over to capture Harry's wrist in her hand, she pulled him to his feet. "Probably not. We'll find somewhere quieter."
"Why on earth would you ask Harry something like that? To… marry you and start a family and… and everything!" Hermione of the bushy hair demanded.
Luna considered the girl, absently wondering if there were kerlingers nesting in that wild mane of hair. The girl had enormous faith in books, appalling trust in teachers, and wrote too much for all her essays. Not particularly willing to listen to other perspectives or philosophies either. And muggle-born. "Hermione, I didn't ask him to marry me. I asked him to father my children. As for why… I was certain that muggles were just as aware as magicals that it takes a male and a female to conceive. I'm female, and unless there's something that Harry's been hiding from everybody, he's male."
"But…!" The girl's face was turning red and she made a half smothered squeak.
Luna decided to interpret that as 'Luna Lovegood, your actions do not fit with my view of acceptable behavior – stop that this instant!' Shaking her head, she towed Harry from the Great Hall. He wasn't protesting, and seemed quite willing to follow her, though she suspected that he might need a bit of an explanation. Hopefully not one that started with the basic biology…
Harry tugged her into an empty room remarkably near the main entrance. While smaller than the normal classrooms, it had several benches along a wall. Instead of looking quite so stunned and confused, he was looking curious. "Luna…"
"Do I need to explain the biology to you?" Luna winked at Harry.
"Not the biology parts," he was blushing. "Why was Ginny so angry? And while I understand that you need a guy to be the father, why do you want that guy to be me? I mean… I'm an undersized runt with messy hair and bad eyes. And… I mean, if you don't mind explaining… why are you asking someone to father your children if you weren't planning on getting married?"
"Not 'someone', I asked you," Luna corrected. "In order, Ginny wants to marry you and become Mrs. the Boy-Who-Lived. I want someone nice that isn't from a Death Eater family, who doesn't pick on me, and with a strong ability at magic, because if both parents have at least a reasonable amount of magic, it makes the chances of magical children much better. Talk to Madam Pomfrey about correcting the underfed and runty aspects, she's very good with potions. I can live with messy hair, and I like your eyes. If I do not marry, then my children will carry the Lovegood name and family magics, not the name of whoever fathers them. You will be expected to marry someone who will take the Potter name and bear Potter heirs. I need to bear Lovegood heirs – my father is the only other person of the family physically capable of having anything to do with creating little Lovegoods, and he's too caught up mourning my Mum to even try. Did I miss anything?"
"Is this something that I would have known about if I'd been brought up in the magical community, instead of in a muggle cupboard?" Harry murmured.
"Most of it," Luna agreed.
"I've got to talk to Madam Pomfrey," Harry sounded a bit dazed.
"She might be a bit old for bearing Pomfrey heirs," Luna teased.
"She… ack! Not like that!" Harry blushed.
"Sorry," Luna giggled.
Harry's expression suggested that he didn't believe that she was sorry, but he wasn't angry at her for laughing.
"Will you father my children for me?" Luna asked again. "You didn't really give me an answer yet."
"I…" Harry sighed, running his hand through his hair. "Aren't we a little young for that right now?"
Luna considered his question, while noting that he still hadn't answered hers. "I suppose that I am a little young to start working on those Lovegood heirs right away. So, let me rephrase. In a few more years, when I'm at a good age for becoming pregnant, will you father my children for me?"
"You're in your fifth year, so two more years of Hogwarts, and then…" Harry mumbled, obviously thinking.
Luna leaned closer, hoping that he'd be willing to help her.
Harry nodded, having reached a consensus with the voices in his head. "Luna, in four years, when you've finished Hogwarts and have had a little time to consider if this is what you really want and if I'm who you really want, and if Voldemort and his minions and the various monsters and what-not haven't killed me, I'd be delighted to help you have as many children as you want. But I may need you to help explain things to a wife, if I have a Mrs. Potter by then."
"Oh goody!" Luna clapped her hands.
Harry just smiled at her, "D'you think you could point me towards something that would help me learn more of the sort of things I should know, being part of the magical world? In a way that I won't keep you from your learning."
"Absolutely," Luna beamed at him. Part of her mind was trying to figure out exactly how to thank the ghost of Lady Ravenclaw. Another part was trying to determine which resources to point Harry towards. "And I think that you should pick the future Mrs. Potter carefully."
"Right…"
End Luna's Future Children.