Chapter4-Snorkrabbits????

Luna knocked on Harry's door, just as the days before, on one door or the other, there was no answer, so she tried Hermione's. 'Knock, Knock' 'footsteps,'

"Hello Luna! What are ayou doing here? Want to play Go-Fish?"

"No, I assume Harry's here as well, right?"

"Yeah, we've been playing Go-Fish." Harry cut her off. "Since Seven."

"It's noon now, five hours of Go-Fish, and People think I'm insane! Are you all right, in the head?" And Luna gave them one of her crazy classic dreamy looks.

"Might as well be, I am seeing a shrink"

"And I'm a suspended Auror."

A dreamy, questioning, what the hell look, "Does what your saying have anything to do with snorkrabbits?"

"What's a snorkrabbit?"

"A snorkrabbit is like a rabbit, but with wings, forked tongues, scales, and big floppy ears."

"How is that like a rabbit?" asked the usually ever logical Hermione.

"It has floppy ears, hops and is the same size as a rabbit."

"I still don't get it."

"Give it up, Harry," Hermione advised.

"You are both accompanying me to the Quidditich Match, are you not?"

"Quidditich Match?" Both Hermione and Harry asked.

"Yes, the one, Ronald invited you to on Wednesday."

"I think we were too wasted to remember, anything."

"I concur, but we can go anyway."

"Yeah, it's not like Go-Fish is a better activity."

"Definitely, when do we leave, Luna?"

"When ever your ready."

"Alright then let's go."

"Don't you want to get dressed first?" Luna asked the two, Harry in a very well worn pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and a flannel shirt, and Hermione in a hooded sweatshirt and faded, worn ripped up jeans.

"No, we're fine."

They portkeyed to the stadium. "Wow, I haven't been to a Quidditich match since," Harry was cut off.

"Since Hogwarts! Five years ago."

They grinned at each other, and Luna led them to there seats, where Harry threw a hat on. "Harry where'd you get that hat?" Hermione asked.

He grinned and said, "I pulled it off your chair."

"Why'd you steal my hat, Harry?" she demanded and tried to pull it away from him.

"Hermione, before you try anything drastic, Think about where we are and who I am."

"Oh, right."

Then a guard came up, "Ms. Lovegood, you can't bring muggles here!"

"There not muggles Charlie, I went to Hogwarts with them, there Ronald's best friends."

"Sorry, my mistake Sir, Ma'am." And the guard rushed back to his post.

"I guess being an Auror takes you out of society, huh?" Harry asked.

"No, Harry just living in solitude does."

"I did not live in total isolation, Remus was there, and the muggles in the town thirty miles away, and I was at the office just about everyday, sometimes all night."

"Yeah, Yeah, quit denying your isolation, Harry, talk to your shrink, Dr..?"

"Matthews. Hey, I'm not the only one, where have you been, for the past five years?"

"Living at my parents, training for three years! Protesting and doing my job as an Auror!"

Ron pulled up (on his broom) sometime during there argument, "Have they been like this all morning?" He asked.

"No, just since we got here."

"Why?"

"The change of surroundings, must have affected them they have been in two rooms since Wednesday."

"They need to get out more."

"Shut up, Ron!" Both yelled at him.

"Hey, isn't it supposed to be Harry yelling at me and Hermione?"

"Ugh."

"Well, I just flew by to see if you wanted to go to dinner after the game? Though a change of clothes might be a good idea for those two, maybe some dressrobes, do you have any?"

"Yeah," Hermione said.

"Uh... I have mine from fourth year, yeah in my trunk... still."

"Do they fit?"

"What do you think, Ron? He hasn't worn them in eight years."

"Guess you'll have to borrow a set of mine, mate."

"As long as there not orange."

"No, that would be the twins, not me."

"Hello Everyone, and Welcome to today's match, the Wimbourne Wasps, versus the CHUDLEY CANNONS!!!"

"The starters for the Wasps-," Seven players named, " AND NOW YOUR CHUDLEY CANNNOOONS, THE KEEPER, ROOOON WEEEAAASSSLLLEEEYY!" Six other players named.

Ron blanked the Wasps, ensuring a Cannons victory, 200-150, the Wasps Seeker catches the Snitich, that was the drawback pf the Cannons, they had three GREAT CHASERS, two TERRIFIC BEATERS and a SPECTACULAR KEEPER, but a medicore Seeker, that is the missing piece to the puzzle of getting a Cannons Championship.

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Hermione came down in pretty purple dress robes (not shockingly mind you), Luna wore Shockingly Rainbow dress robes, while Ron wore simple Navy blue dress robes and dressed Harry in plain black dress robes, and the four went to dinner at a very nice and I mean very nice restuarant in Diagon Alley

Everyone sitting happily sipping glasses of wine, "Hermione, remember that month in sixth year, when we dated?"

"Yes, that was one of the worst months of my LIFE, besides three years of Auror training, of course."

"I think the entire school heard your rows," Luna added.

"Probably!" Ron exclaimed.

"Harry, what happened to you that month, you dissapeared even more then usual."

"Remember that collapsed tunnel?"

"Yeah," nodded Ron and Hermione, Luna having no clue what there talking about."

"Well, I hid in there with my homework, a few books, even slept in there, quite a bit."

"WHY!?"

"Cause whenever I came out, you'd try to force me to take sides in your POINTLESS ARGUEMENTS. I was afraid I'd be murdered in my sleep for disagreeing with one of you, it was easier to hide and sneak in the kitchens for meals, plus I was horrible sixth year, after what happened fifth year."

"Harry it's not your fault, Sirius was not your fault." Harry just gave a look that ended any comebacks to Hermione's pleading

"That was the worst idea we ever came up with, to date."

"For sure."

"We tortured eachother, our friends and the entire school, by dating."

"You are absolutely right, Hermione, I lived in a tunnel for that month!" Harry exclaimed.

"Your just trying to get back on my goodside, after I tried to get you to talk, If you won't talk to your friends at least talk to your shrink."

"Hey, I will, I've only seen the guy one session, give me a break!"

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"Mr. Potter, Good Morning, how are you today?"

"Fine."

"How has the week since I last saw you been?"

"Fine. Call me Harry, I have a feeling I'll be seeing you for a long while."

"Har... Harry, would you elaborate? What did you do over the past week?"

"I went grocery shopping for the first time, spent a lot of time with my best friend, went and saw my other best friend in a Quidditich Match Saturday."

"Your twenty-two and had never been grocery shopping before?"

"My Aunt and Uncle wouldn't let me come with them in the store."

"They wouldn't let you, what did they do with you then?"

"They'd lock me in the car, or leave me with Mrs. Figg."

"Mrs. Figg?"

"My babysitter, growing up, an old lady with lots of cats, who lived across the street, she's a Squib."

"Did you go grocery shopping alone, or did you have help?"

"My best friend Hermione, also an Auror, helped me."

"Is she on leave?"

"No, she was suspended."

"Do you know why?"

"She was arrested three times in three months for protesting Elvish welfare and the treatment of Werewolves."

"Ahh.. Does she submit articles to the Quibbler?"

"Yeah, same Hermione."

"How long have you known her?"

"We've been best friends since we were eleven."

"Ahh, so you know eachother well?"

"Yes, pretty much, 'cepct we hadn't seen each other in five years, Auror training, then just never saw each other, I went for training just after Hogwats and the defeat of Voldemort, she went about a month later."

"And the other friend you spoke of?"

"Ron, he's a Pro Quidditich Player, Keeper for the Cannons, I'd seen him a few times the past two years, but I did keep in touch with both in the occasional letter, he's engaged."

"Are you seeing anyone?"

"NO."

"Why not?"

"No one will look past the scar, at least everyone but Hermione, that is."

"What about her?"

"Hermione? We're best friends, I love her, but I don't know, what if it turned out like her and Ron's month relationship sixth year, I don't want to lose my best friend."

"So, she's not seeing anyone either?"

"Nope, we've been having a blast, oh bloody hell was last Wednesday night a trip, we got so hammered and played battleship."

"You played battleship drunk?"

"Yeah, that's how in ended, then Saturday we played Go-Fish for five hours."

"Why?"

"I don't know, I've been having a terrific time." The therapist smiled. "But she always put me in better sprits, excepct fifth year, I was a madman."

"What happened fifth year?"

"My Godfather was murdered."

"Murdered! Murdered by whom?"

"Bellatrix Lestrange," Harry spat.

"She escaped from Azkaban that year, 1995."

"Indeed, she rejioned Voldemort." The Psychiatrist shivered at the name. "Fear of a name only increases your fear, there is no reason to fear a dead dark lord, he is dead, he's been for five years... I should know," he trailed off.

"Yes, you were the one to finally destroy him."

"And Lestrange and Wormtail and Malfoy..." The Doctor got a huge smile on his face at the mention of the last name.

But asked, "Wormtail?"

"Peter Pettigrew."

"He was murdered twenty-one years ago by Sirius Black."

"No, He was NOT! Sirius was innocent, he was murdered seven years ago in the Department of Mysteries, by his own cousin, Lestrange."

"Your kidding?"

"Not at all, if you look into ministry records, Sirius was officially pardoned, but it was never publiscized, just like Pettigrew being alive was never revealed."

"Is that part of your problem, justice not coming to those who deserve it?"

"Why shouldn't it be? Because of the ministry's lack of a trial for Sirius, I got stuck living in a cupboard for TEN YEARS! Living with people who hated me for sixteen."

"How was your childhood, Harry?"

"Childhood?"

"How about as far back as you can remember?"

"I can remember when I was little, four maybe, A dream of a flying motorcycle and a flash of green light, I had if just about every night for years, I asked about it, all that got me was a tongue lashing and a week in my cupboard."

"Why?"

"They said don't ask questions, motorcycles can't fly."

"Anything else you remember?"

"When I was five, I asked how my parents died, they told me they died in a car crash, drunk driving that's how I got my scar, they said."

"Who is they?"

"Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon."

"We'll continue this next week, Harry, bye."

"Bye Dr. Matthews."

"Doug, Harry, Bye."

"Alright Doug."

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Around two weeks later******

"You've lived here for a month, where do you spend most of your time?" Ron asked the two (Harry and Hermione).

"Hermione's." "Harry's."

"Harry, why do you spend so much time at Hermione's?"

"Good Company and it's comfortable."

"Hermione, same question in reverse?"

"The Company and he can cook."

"Why don't you guy's share a place?" Hermione you have some furniture, while Harry has a card table, and he can cook and Hermione you can... ah you can brew potions."

"What does that have to do with anything? Harry got an O in N.E.W.T.S Potions, as well."

"He can cook."

"I know and I can't."

"Come on, your spagetti's good." She raised an eyebrow at him, while Ron looked at him like he'd grown another head.

"What?"

"Nothing, Mate, why don't you guys share an apartment, there's a two bedroom, next to Harry's, 400 a month."

"EACH!"

"No, split it, 200 each."

"Well a ... we'd have furniture."

"And you can cook."

"So, it's pretty large?"

"Yeah, great size for two people."

"Should we, 'Mione?"

" 'Mione?" asked Ron.

"Huh?"asked Harry.

"Why not, it'd be better then going back and forth spending rent on places we're barely at."

"Your right."

"Alright Ron, when do we move in?"

"You can start today, if you like, just be out of your places and return the keys to me by next week."

"Can we have the keys?"

"Here you go, # 12."

"See you Ron."

"Bye Ron."

"Alright have a good day."

"Yeah, bye."

After they left Ron scribbled five notes reading, 'Part one compleate," and sent them off to??? ~~~~~~~~~

I'm not trying to offend anyone who sees psyhiatrists, Harry's just making fun of himself, joking around.

I'm so sorry for taking so long to update, I had an English paper due, and pep bands and my final marching band, not to mention homework, a leakey roof, (in my room and the living room) And that was just last week and tuesday, ugh!!! I'll try to post again this weekend, if I get chapter five done, if not sometime up to next weekend, something will be very ironic about the psychiatrist next chapter, take a stab at it. Thanks for reviewing

-ears91