Make use of the time, let not the advantage slip. – Venus and Adonis
"Are you sure this will work?" Harry asked Luna for the umpteenth time, only because they had been working on this too long for it not to work. "Harry, have I ever steered you wrong? The look he gave her was answer enough, "Fine, has death ever steered you wrong?". The question eased some tension enough for him to stop worrying and focus on his task, which was making sure that their trunks had enough gold in them to last them two lifetimes. They looked around the library that had books and papers all over the black manor. The board in the corner was written on, with every square inch covered in spell after spell, that was later crossed out after it was proven ineffective. For the last five years, this had been the place they had called home.
Death had come to them a few months after the war had officially ended, a time that was supposed to be a time of celebration, and happily ever after, but neither one of the former Hogwarts students had anyone to do either with besides themselves Both of them had been wallowing in their depression. It turns out that Fate had decided that they indeed did put too much on his shoulders, and they wanted to make up for it. Of course, there was a catch, but neither had any problem with having to kill another Voldemort, especially when they already knew all the plays. They would be able to get revenge on all the people who made their lives a living hell. It took him the death of almost everyone he cared about to realize the old fool played him like a piano with no remorse all for his greater good. It wouldn't happen a second time, but death couldn't just magically teleport them there, they had to take a Potion first to prevent their 'beings' from being pulverized during the trip. There had been much planning up until this point, for some of the potion ingredients were extremely rare and hard to come by. That, and they had much to organize and retrieve, for they did not plan on going to this new world empty-handed. Both of them had specially made trunks that could hold everything that was in their bank vaults, and any other personal items they had deemed necessary. The goblins had been more than disgruntled to see the gold leave their banks. Death had promised him that this world wouldn't be as sad and empty as his present world was, sure there would still be bigot purebloods and Voldemort still trying to rise to power, but he and Luna had a plan to change all of that.
They had already planned to change their names and make them a distant family of the Potters, and Death had agreed to use his power to write their pretend family into history. Both of them wanted to forget their plans and Luna and Harry wanted their families, they knew they would only be seeing replicas and not the family and friends they once knew Luna took this information the hardest, she would give almost anything to see her parents again. But it wouldn't be the same because they already had their own Luna, one who isn't tainted by war. Harry only took it slightly better, because he didn't want his sister to see him upset and he saw this as a chance to rescue all the people who cared for him.
Five months later they had a complete potion and the ritual that went with it. They knew nothing of this alternative Hadrian world. So, they had no idea where they would end up and they couldn't go wrong with muggle clothes. "We got everything?" Luna asked wanting to triple check, it wasn't like they could turn around if they left something behind. Harry gave her one of his rare smiles that showed all his teeth and replied, "I guess it is." And called Death, who explained how everything was supposed to work. Luna walked forward and began to read from the book, "Well, according to this, all we have to do is drink the potion, hold hands, then say the spell. Sounds pretty easy to me." almost too easy Harry thought to himself. 'God I'm almost as paranoid as Moody.' Harry poured the thick syrupy yellow liquid into two different beakers, handing one to Luna before picking his up as well. "Here goes nothing," Harry said before swallowing the whole bottle contents in one go. He quickly put down the beaker and grabbed Luna's free hand, waiting for her to drink the potion. Luna looked at him and smiled a bit before drinking the liquid, which indeed was very foul-tasting. Then together they read the spell in French, then looked at each other and said also in French "on se retrouve de l'autre côté."
Harry opened his eyes, squeezed Luna's hand, and looked around; they were under the Eiffel tower. It had worked they weren't in a barren wasteland anymore, they were back in time, and that meant they could stop everything from happening again. He looked around and for the first time in years cried, he had never seen so many people together in one place in so long. The first few days in their new world, they spend time establishing their identities. The potion had not only put them in the past but it made them five years old again. To say it took some getting used to would be a huge understatement. Death found it hilarious to watch his master stomp around and rave about this not being a 'part of the plan' in a high-pitched voice. He and fate would be able to laugh about this for eons. Luna was a lot of things, but a fool wasn't one. She knew that as much as Death pretended otherwise, he liked Harry and wanted him to succeed. His reaction was only a plus for the deity. While he ranted and raved, she was actually productive and thought about what they could do with all the extra time they now had. Luckily, they had enough money that all the polyjuice they were bound to use wouldn't even make a dent in their fortune. At least their identities would be more than words on pieces of paper. Death left under the pretense of 'business', he wanted to replay Harry's reaction to fate. It was scarily easy to get ingredients for a polyjuice potion at the age of five and even easier to get the hair from two people without them knowing. By the end of the week, they had all the needed to start the lives of the Peverell's. They stayed under the radar for the next two years, making investments to quadruple their vaults, starting a new business for the future, and just making a name for themselves in general. All the people who knew about their new identities had been roped into everything short of an unbreakable vow.
"You're not our tutor. Who are you?" Hadrian Peverell asked the man he didn't recall seeing in this life or his old one. "Hello is this the home of the Peverell's?" They both looked each other up and down, Harry could tell from his robes and sharp features he was a pureblood, but even though he was speaking French he had a British accent , something they had to work very hard to get rid of in the beginning. "Pippy tell mum there is a strange man here." Of course, the house-elves knew that they had no parents, but they would never tell anyone even under the pain of torture. House-elves were very loyal to their masters even if they didn't deserve it. Minutes later, Lady Vega came down the stair led by Pippy. "Hello. I am Vega Peverell, may I ask who you are?" she motion for him to come in and Harry followed them both to the formal sitting room. "It is a pleasure to meet you. I am Lord Peter Greengrass, and I am sorry to show up like this, but every time I sent an owl it came back without delivering the letter and confused."
"Yes, mail we don't have keyed into our wards tend to do that; would you like some tea?" Harry took the time to fully inspect him while he was talking to Luna, now that he knew the man's name, he could see some of the features he and his daughters shared like Daphne seemed to have her father's eyes and her sister had his hair color. The Greengrass's were one of the few pureblood families who stayed grey during both wars, which resulted in their deaths or so he thought, he never really kept up with the whereabouts of Slytherins he didn't think or have reason to suspect were death eaters."I'm fine thank you, but I would like to talk to you and your husband about a very sensitive matter. "His eyes shoot to Harry again and he had to force himself not to read the man's mind. "Hadrian goes get your father and then go get ready for your lesson." He gave the token protest that a normal child would do or at least what he thought they would and disappeared up the stairs. He went straight to their 'parent's bedroom', which was really where there all the stuff they needed to keep up their ruse on a day-to-day level. After transforming himself into Evan Peverell, he walked back down the stairs.
"Hello Lord Peverell I am Lord Greengrass." He stood up to greet Harry formally but was waved off. "I know who you are Lord Greengrass. What I do not know is how and why you have found us." He decided to start right off by letting the man know he would not be dealing with a meek person or a slouch. "Yes well, I have to say you were indeed very careful, but I have been looking for a Peverell since my father informed me of the curse that was placed on my family." Luna played her part just as well as Harry played his. "A curse oh dear that sounds horrible."
"Yes, that is horrible, but what does that have to do with us." Peter was furious on the inside that the young man in front of him was so cold and blasé about the curse on his family, but he couldn't allow himself to blow this and on another level he understood. After all, he knew that he wouldn't care about the problems of a stranger who showed up to hidden manor out of the blue. "Well Mr. Peverell, I'm sure you already know this, but my family along with your family are a part of the sacred twenty-eight." Harry nodded for him to continue; he was actually interested now. "Long ago before I or my father and your father were even born. A lady and man had a tryst, but it was doomed to fail from the start because she was betrothed to another. They let themselves fall into love is what her diary says. The lord of her family ordered her to end it and when she could no, he cast imperious cure on her and sent her to meet her lover. The things she was made to say were cruel, but had the desired effect she broke it off and he didn't try to stop her. It also causes the young Peverell to go back to his family home and presumably scour your family library since we can find no mention of this curse anywhere else. He cursed her with something so old and powerful that even to this day continues to take the life of members of my family. I have learned from healers that my youngest has this affliction." he felt for the man, but he wasn't sure what he was supposed to do with this information. They weren't even really Peverell's. "I'm sorry Mr. Greengrass truly, but I don't know what you want me to do and this still doesn't explain how you found us.
"Yes, my family has been looking for a living Peverell since we found out about the curse almost fifty years ago. I have twenty people at any given time searching for anything that has the name Peverell on it or mentioned in it. I knew who you were but it took a lot of time to find you home and someone skilled enough to break through your wards." The man at least seemed apologetic, but none the less as soon as he left, they would be revamping their wards. "Back to the curse, it can only be broken by the union of our family and an heir. We have kept our line pure; we were part of the sacred twenty-eight am prepared to offer your family a more than handsome sum." Peter had practiced the speech in the mirror each morning since learning of his daughter's curse, but it wasn't as heart-pounding as it was now that he was talking to the people that held his little girls' life in their hands.
"I'm sorry Mr. Greengrass, but I and my wife will have to talk about this before we make a decision. You see the entire reason we left hiding after my father's death is that we wanted our children to be able to marry who they love and not have to hide from the world or be afraid of people trying to use them because of their last name." Watching the fall of the man's face was hard. "It doesn't have to be your heir; it can be any child you have and I can have it written in the contract that they can take as many mistress's after they produce an heir of course." The man defied every pureblood bone in his body and begged. He couldn't fail after coming so close. "Look Mr. Greengrass I give you my word as a man that we will discuss this and let you know as soon as we agree. Pippy will see you out." Peter watched the young man storm out of the sitting room without other words with a heavy heart. He was so close, "We will give this some serious thought to this I promise. Children are precious and it would be horrible to lose even one if we can stop it." Luna decided to take pity on the man. To avoid talking about the elephant in the room or rather a house, Harry went to work on the wards. He wasn't upset that the man even managed to be able to find him, but the fact that he made it through the wards made him furious and worried at the same time. By the time he walked back into the manor for dinner the only place with stronger wards was Gringotts. Luna wasn't going to push the issue; she knew that her brother had already come to a decision he just was trying to talk himself out of it. She was proven right when he stormed into the library with a sour look on his face, "I'll do it but there are going to be a hell of a lot of lawyers and limitations. She hid her smile behind a second-year charms book, the next day the pair decided to take a long-awaited trip to Britain. They had been missing their homeland more and more but hadn't in the past two years because they didn't want to know that it would make the urge to find their loved ones stronger. They knew that if they were ever going to claim their seats in the Wizengamot, then it was only a matter of time before they would end back up in the country again, so they might as well get used to it.
It was an unusually sunny day in Diagon Alley, Harry felt it was a perfect day to memorialize the first real day of their new lives. unfortunately for Harry, it was his turn to be the kid while they were out, but even that wasn't enough to dampen his mood. Walking into an undestroyed Diagon Alley gave him the same feeling he got when he first saw it before the weight of being the boy who lived was foisted on his shoulders. After finishing all the official business, they had, Harry and Lune decided to explore a bit. No one paid a second thought to a woman and a young boy walking together. He was dragging Luna into the broom shop, so concentrated on deciding which kind of broom he would buy when he was knocked down by a mop of messy hair, he watched the boy get up in a fog. It was his mop of black hair. He was staring at a seven-year-old Harry Potter!
Luna scowled when she noticed this Harry looked to be almost as tall as her Harry had been in his first year. She made a note in the back of her head to pay a visit to the darling Dursleys as soon as possible. It only seemed right to repay them tenfold all they had given Harry. "I am so sorry my son was not watching where he was going." Lily stiffly apologized wanting to get her son as far away from the women as possible, having seen the scowl she had before smooth it out. "It's not a problem boy will be boys as they say. I'm Vega and this is my son Hadrian" Luna ignored the tone and introduced herself and Harry. It confused Lily enough for her to shake the offered hand and give her a shaky smile back. Lilly wasn't the only one confused so was Hadrian. "Blimey you look just like me!" the actual seven-year-old Harry Potter exclaimed. Hadrian suddenly felt nervous, "No I don't my eyes are blue and my hair isn't everywhere!" he exclaimed right back making both women laugh. "Hadrian be nice," Luna scolded for appearance's sake. "It's' quite alright he's adorable." He got the feeling he was going to get that a lot and it was going to get old quick. "I haven't seen you around before and I know most of the witches who have children around Harry's age."
"We live in France, but my husband is going to start working here soon, so we are looking for a second home. We were about to take a lunch break when my son spotted the brooms and would not let us go by without going in." After hearing this Lily had to drop her stiff façade and laugh because it was exactly what had happed with Harry. "Since this is your first visiting you might not know of the best tea places. Would you like to have lunch with us?" the redhead offered, which Vega graciously accepted. Hadrian knew what Luna was trying to do and he appreciated it, but he didn't need it. He long since reconciled with the fact that he knew nothing about them and the only reason he had been so obsessed with knowing them, in the beginning, is because he grew up cut off from his heritage and with them being talked down on by the Dursleys, only to learn they were like saints in the wizarding world.
"Your husband didn't come with you?" Lilly asked as the teacups appeared on the table. "He is at home with our daughter, today." Harry listened to his mother and the new women talk for all of three minutes before he started looking around for some source of entertainment. His eyes finally set sights on the son of the other women, whom he had forgotten was there. The boy was eerily quiet and seemed to be just as bored as he was because his eyes were also darting around the shop, it remined him of how his father and uncle did sometimes. As he watched the boy Harry got the feeling that he recognized the boy from somewhere. Then suddenly he stopped and focused his blue eyes on him. "Why are you staring at me?" his tone was like his mother, he could tell that neither spoke English often, but didn't have a name for the accent they had. "Have I seen you somewhere before?" he asked, willing himself not to fidget under the blank stare he was receiving. "My family has not been to Britain in centuries, so I doubt it." Hadrian did his best to hide the amusement he felt from the question and the situation in general, but he wouldn't be surprised if someone picked up on it. "Really? I've never meant someone, not from Britain. Where are you from?" Hadrian was glad to see that Harry didn't seem to be stuck in his way of thinking. It was shocking easily to separate himself from the little boy in front of him. He would never be like the boy before him and he makes sure Harry would never have any of the experiences he had if he could help it.
Peter received an owl two days later just like the Peverell's promised. He spent the morning dosing himself with calming droughts, but still, he couldn't rid himself of the anxious nervousness he felt. The letter did not indicate to which way the two would sway, just they would like for him to come over so they could talk. He did his best to appear as the cool, calm, collected Lord he was raised and bred to be, but it was hard when the life of his children rested in the hands of two young strangers. He picks up the key that was enclosed in the letter at eleven like he was told, not even ten seconds later he appeared on their doorsteps. This time it was a house-elf that opened the door. "Mr. and Mrs. are waiting for you in the sitting room. I will lead you to them." The house-elf leads him down the same corridor as before and just as before Evan was nowhere to be seen at first. "Will your husband be coming down?"
He looks at the lady paying more attention to her than she did during his last visit. She was very pretty stunningly so; he wouldn't be surprised at all to find out she had some mixture of velar blood. The bright blue eyes, though she like her husband had dark hair but that too was possible with veelas and pale skin are commonly found in their area. If her looks didn't give him the veela feel the protective vibe he got from her sure would have. "I need you to be honest with us about anything that could harm my family." Not wanting to lie or upset the women who held half the decision, he decides to answer diplomatically, "Good morning madam maybe we should wait until your husband shows up." Luckily in his opinion, before she could push farther, her husband showed up. "I'm glad you could join us." Peter scoffs as he would be anywhere else. "I know that we have a lot to talk about so please take a seat." Peter takes a seat tentatively reaching into his pocket removing a picture he always carried close to his heart, flowing the death of his wife. He paused before passing the paper to the young couple, it was a weak trick if they had already made up their mind against him. The picture was taken at the end of a long day at a muggle carnival. He thought it was personally a waste of time but his family loved it and he couldn't object to that. They went every summer until his wife had gotten sick.
Daphne was holding a balloon and Astoria was on her mother's hip smiling sleepily, and his darling wife was cooing at her before turning to the camera and smiling at him. He remembered how perfect that day was. "I know you would not have called me if you weren't sure, but I want you to see the children your decisions will affect" "I will ignore your blatant attempt to manipulate us because we do understand your position," Evan answered and Peter could feel his eye start to twitch. The only thing that was keeping him from snapping was the next thing he said, "Evan stops stalling, this is important." The older lord couldn't remember ever seeing a woman openly chastise their wife. What made him pause, was how the Peverell lord didn't seem to be upset. "Fine, we have decided that we are willing to negotiate a marriage contract with you but there will be many conditions." If he had been younger and less trained, he would have jumped for joy.
"I want you to know that not agreeing to every term does not mean that we will change our mind or renege." Luna wanted to make sure that the man didn't feel boxed in and compelled to do what they asked. "I feel like my family has been away from England for far too long and I admit that when you showed up wanting to speak to us, I saw it as a kind of sign." He lied through his teeth. It was easy enough to fabricate and it's not like the man would call them out if he believed they were not being honest. Maybe it was his hubris, but Peter knew that they needed him more than they needed him. "I have already started the process of buying a home for my family and if this is going to be a place, we reside I will need to be in the know of anything that can bring harm to us. I will be taking all the seats that belong to my family, your country is not very accepting of outsiders so this will where your help comes in" Evan gestured towards him and he nodded having expecting political help being one of the terms. "We don't want any of your money we have plenty of our own. What we want in exchange for the contract is for you to help us make more political allies show us who to trust and who not to. Give is the lay of the land so to speak." The time travel finished and watched the man with the eyes of a hawk, sharp, and assessing. The aged man knew that he could say no to these too and they would probably live, but he would lose the chance to see it work out and possibly help his family if they were to go back on their word.
"I will help you in any way I can." He agreed and then established it with a firm handshake. After planning the next step and talking about their next meeting, on his way out the aristocrat women stopped him, "One more thing, I would like for your children to start spending time together. I feel if they know each other it will be easier for when the time comes." That night for the first time since the death of his wife and the diagnosis of his second child he felt that all was not lost. Rita and knew when she had a story it came from being from a family of reporters. When she learned that the Patriarch of the Greengrass's family was drawing up a marriage contract for his older daughter. she knew it was something there, most pureblood waited until their heir's third year of schooling before they started seriously looking. If that didn't catch her attention the fact that he was with a younger Frenchman dressed in rich expensive robes. The name written on the contract was Hadrian Peverell. The article practically wrote itself.
Who is Hadrian Peverell? The daily profit wants to know
As everyone knows the Peverell was practically the royal family of a magical family. they are responsible for more than half of the building of Diagon Alley until they disappeared without a trace. Since then, no one has seen hide or hair, the line was thought to be extinguished with only the Potters as their closest relatives. That was until I learned someone claiming to be Hadrian Peverell has signed a marriage contract with Daphne Greengrass, the eldest daughter of Peter Greengrass, head of the prestigious and most noble house of Greengrass. The question that we should all ask ourselves is this really a descendent from the Peverell family or frauds? And if is then where they have been and why did they leave? The people of Magical Britain demand to know is this man a Peverell or just a fraud?
The first thing that the headmaster of Hogwarts did each morning was read any letter he may have received and read the papers, all three of them to be exact. He always read the daily profit first today it was the only one he read. He saw the name Peverell and began to read avidly and as soon as he finished, he put on his most flamboyant robes and flooded to the ministry of magic. He had to find out if there was any truth to it. And he was not the only one Lucius Malfoy who had a more flexible had shown up twenty minutes ago and already begun working with the young half-blood for information. Said blonde was exiting the; minister's office when Dumbledore was making his grand appearance. One look at the pale purebloods face and Albus knew he had gotten the same information he came here for, and that just wouldn't do. He put on his best façade and went into to work the already squirming man like Malfoy just did. By the end of the day, everyone was thinking about the name Peverell and who these people with the name could be. "They reacted exactly how you thought they would." Greengrass announced after a long day of answering questions, "I reached out to the gray faction and planned a meeting and made a list of important people who have come to me expressing their desire to meet you as soon as possible. He passed the list on to Even wasn't surprised that Malfoy and Albus were the first two names on the list. He was surprised to find names he had heard of but never meet in his time, like Sirius's father he assumed that the man had been dead long before he was born. Maybe it was something that made up the difference between this world and their old one. He gave the list a once over and then passed it over to his 'wife. It was a lot of unimportant names and a few of the people they very much wanted to meet.
This list was long and would keep them, busy as they planned their next step. Since the ministry knew that they were the actual Peverell's, they knew that they would stop just short of kidnapping them to get the "The first Magical Family" back in Britain assuming they could find them. A week had passed by and the minister had still had no luck, they had even tried d demanded that they return and explain themselves in the newspaper and threatening imprisonment to anyone who didn't disclose everything they knew about the family. Harry and Luna both laughed when they say this thinking to each other that magical Britain's ego knew no bounds. While Fudge tried to think of new ways to draw them out, Vega and Hadrian make their scheduled visit to Diagon Alley to meet with Lily and Harry, but this time they took their lunch date to an open field, so their sons could play. If the red-headed woman knew that there was a connection between the Hadrian in the papers and the one that played with her son, she never let on that she did. "Vega I was wondering if you and your husband would like to come over for dinner? Since you will be moving here soon, I think that it will be the perfect way for you to get to meet more people. You can even bring the children and they can sit with Harry and Aster." And of course, Luna agreed.
"Can we play something else this is boring?" the mentally twenty-seven-year-old how much of a child he sounded like, but he truly felt as if he was going to die if they played gobstones one more time. "Well then what do you have in mind?" Harry huffed, he happened to like gobstones. "well do you want to fly?" Hadrian laughed at the way Harry's face lit up at the mere mention of flying. "Did you bring brooms?" his face felt when the French boy shook his head, he felt duped. "No, I mean real flying. Like my papa showed me and my sister!" the green-eyed Potter paused at that, "What do you mean? People can't fly." Hadrian stood up waving the grass off his pants and taking the lad's hand. He closed his eyes and cast wingardium leviosa on himself and Harry. They were no more than three feet off the ground when Harry looked down, "Mummy look! Look at me!" he yelled smiling. Lilly looked up and let out a startled gasp, she had seen children do accidental magical before but nothing like this before. "Lilly I am so sorry. Hadrian Julien Andre Bevan Peverell get down here this instant! You are in so much trouble."
"No Vega it's okay a bit of accident- wait did you say Peverell? As in the Peverell the ones that have been in the papers?" The two women stared at each other for a moment before Vega started speaking French at a speed that would impress any French-speaking citizen. "Oh non, je n'étais pas censé le dire à persona jusqu'à ce qu'Evan dise que tout allait bien. Il va être tellement bouleversé! Je ne peux pas croire que je l'ai laissé filer!" By the time the boys had made their way over to where they were sitting, the Potter matriarch had cast a translator spell on herself. She could understand the women the blonde women easily enough but communicating with her was a different story. It took days sometimes weeks for a new language to plant firmly into a witch or wizard's head well enough for them to speak it, and she didn't have the time.
"Maman haw here, qu'est-ce qui ne va pas?" in the back of her head Lily, had a flashback to a scene in the godfather. "Hadrian can you tell your mother, to calm down so we can talk?" she didn't like delegating to the little boy, but she didn't have a choice. "It's okay I promise," he watched her for a moment as if weighing the truth of her words, which she thought was impossible because what kind of seven-year-old would consider that she might be lying. Harry didn't know where to look at the women speaking in rapid French or his best friend switching from French to English so easily. He decided then and there he wanted to learn the language. "Mme Potter veut que Vous haw here calmiez. Pour que vous puissiez parler."
"Hadrian ton père va être tellement en colère que je l'ai laissé filer! Désormais, tout le monde saura qui et où nous sommes!" she rambled one for another two minutes before she was able to speak in English again, much to the other mother's relief and her son's fascination. "Lily I beg of you please don't mention this to anyone." After operating in a war-torn world for so many years it wasn't hard to fake the desperate look on her face, because she had felt it before. "Kids go along and play while the grown-ups talk." With some reluctance, they went back to the field, and Harry with the wisdom of a seven-year-old thought it would be best to distract his friend while their moms talked. "Vega, now tell me why is Hadrian's name in the paper?" the young redhead asked. "My husband's family moved to France long ago to get away from the many witches and wizards plotting against them because of their success in the magical world." Luna paused for dramatic effect just as much as she did to their story over. "We decided that it was time to come back and claim our legacy for our children when Mr. Greengrass found us. For reason, I will not disclose and offered us a betrothal contract."
"Betrithal as in marriage? For Hadrian, he's seven isn't that a little young for that type of thing." Luna let irritation show on her face, sure it was old school and she didn't agree with it, but that so wasn't the point right now. "it isn't what I wanted for him, but it had to be done. We didn't expect it to be leaked so fast. My husband didn't want me to come back to Britain, but my first true friend in a long time and I couldn't stop talking to you without explaining first. You can't tell anyone about this, some people would kill us to keep their seat in power, no one can know about this until the time is right not even your husband." Lily never wanted to be the woman, who kept secrets from her husband but she could feel how important this was and knew that she had to keep this secret at least for the time being. "No one will find out from me. There are people I know that can help you, like Headmaster Albus- "Luna cut her off right then, glad that her brothers didn't hear the name, at least she could pretend to be civil when hearing the fool's name, but he would not. "I appreciate it but no. we don't want any help from anyone we do not trust helping us and we do not know this man, only stories and rumors. The best thing you can do is keep this to yourself, it won't be long, Evan plans to make himself known to the wizarding world soon." Luna assured her
Lily is tested by the Peverell's and there is a party. Please point out any noticeable errors, THANKS