Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
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Chapter V: Luna's dilemma.
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How did that man find me? And how did he enter the Leaky Cauldron since muggles can't even see this place? At the museum he crept me out with his one liners but when he spoke to me in the pub, it seemed like he was a different man.
Who was he anyway? I continue to ponder on this question ever since I returned to my London flat. He was asking the wrong questions and inviting trouble. Should I maybe Obliviate his memory?
This would really damper my investigation but I may need his help. And I don't like the prospect of doing so. He's arrogant and conceited and probably full of himself.
But I felt that he was a key into this mystery.
It galls me to say this but I may have to work with him to find the Eyes.
Great. Just great. This does not bode well with my plans.
I might just have to find him but it was already nighttime and surely the museum is closed.
I'd better get some rest before I continue for tomorrow.
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This is insane. Even for me. Asking help from a muggle who knows nothing about what he seeks. What he will find is Death when he forgoes with his quest. Even for me, who has Auror training, those Death Eaters will be a handful.
I looked at the card he gave me. Hermione told me that this was a business card that people use to be known officially. But usually it came with a name and an address but all this card contained was a logo of the sun. At the back was the museum's fellytone... excuse me, telephone number.
Does he live in the museum?
The receptionist told me that the man I was looking for was in the library. All I did was show the card and she knew who it was. Must be well known. I didn't even know that the museum had a library.
Was he a librarian? He didn't look like it. He looked like he was working out and didn't seem the type to be stuck in a place like the library. But as I climbed the stairs, I remember that most archeological finds starts with research.
He must have gotten frustrated and went to find the Eyes himself. But what he had to go on with?
Oh no! How can I be so stupid?
His only clue was the Dark Mark! How careless of me. I just hope he doesn't figure the symbol out. What am I saying? Of course he wouldn't figure it out. Maybe I'm just being paranoid.
As I entered the library, I immediately found him. His jacket was off and he was leaning back on his chair with his hat on his face.
He was sleeping. Good. I haven't composed myself yet and am not ready to face him yet. Are all muggles like this? Harry wasn't like that. In fact he was rather clueless until his seventh year in Hogwarts.
Dean Thomas wasn't exactly like this man. At least I can relate to him because he is a wizard.
But this man has the feel of a rugged, cowboy that acta before he thinks. He must have been here this morning and set the table up to impress me.
But then again, I didn't tell him that I was coming.
I watched him for a while. It seems so hard to believe that he is so much different from me. And why am I so afraid? I am a witch! I can handle him.
Can't I?
This is getting frustrating. Why am I so worked up for one single muggle?
The answer is simple.
He makes me nervous.
Taking a deep breath, I quietly sat on the bench in front of him and looked at what he was reading.
Ancient Egyptian artifacts, Curses and Myths of Ancients. The last book made me very afraid.
Myths and legend of wizards, witches and sorcerers. And it was opened to a page where the Dark Mark was prominent.
I had underestimated this man. He had found a reference, don't ask me how, to where... oh no.
That book had a chapter on Death Eaters. I must... Uh oh.
His eyes were smiling as he looked at my shocked expression. Was he enjoying my embarrassment?
"It was nice for you to join me," he said. But I noticed the sincerity in his voice. Also fatigue and a tinge of frustration. But it was not directed to me. Quite strange really.
"I was beginning to think that you will never come," he said as he straightened up. "Frankly, I thought that you would get the Eyes for yourself."
"And what if I did?" I asked almost curtly.
"I would advise against it," he stood up and fixed his things, bringing the book on wizards no less. This is a man to be reckoned with.
"Where are you going?"
He looked at me smiling.
"WE are going for coffee," he smiled as he carried his backpack. "I never start a day without caffeine."
Growling, I looked at him but he had this serene smile that it was hard to deny him.
Also I needed his help badly.
Sighing, I conceded. When I was about to stand, he offered his hand. I looked at it for a while before I finally took it.
His touch was gentle. A contrast to his rugged demeanor. And why is my face heating up?
"Shall we?" he smiled. With a final sigh, I followed him out.
Or rather, he gently led me out since he was still holding my hand.
Strangely, I didn't mind.
I hope he is as much help as he's worth.
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End of 5
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A/n: 'the man with the hat' is kind of confusing, isn't he? he.he.he. Anyway, please review. Is it safe to say that this is the first Luna Lovegood fic?
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Chapter V: Luna's dilemma.
.
How did that man find me? And how did he enter the Leaky Cauldron since muggles can't even see this place? At the museum he crept me out with his one liners but when he spoke to me in the pub, it seemed like he was a different man.
Who was he anyway? I continue to ponder on this question ever since I returned to my London flat. He was asking the wrong questions and inviting trouble. Should I maybe Obliviate his memory?
This would really damper my investigation but I may need his help. And I don't like the prospect of doing so. He's arrogant and conceited and probably full of himself.
But I felt that he was a key into this mystery.
It galls me to say this but I may have to work with him to find the Eyes.
Great. Just great. This does not bode well with my plans.
I might just have to find him but it was already nighttime and surely the museum is closed.
I'd better get some rest before I continue for tomorrow.
***
This is insane. Even for me. Asking help from a muggle who knows nothing about what he seeks. What he will find is Death when he forgoes with his quest. Even for me, who has Auror training, those Death Eaters will be a handful.
I looked at the card he gave me. Hermione told me that this was a business card that people use to be known officially. But usually it came with a name and an address but all this card contained was a logo of the sun. At the back was the museum's fellytone... excuse me, telephone number.
Does he live in the museum?
The receptionist told me that the man I was looking for was in the library. All I did was show the card and she knew who it was. Must be well known. I didn't even know that the museum had a library.
Was he a librarian? He didn't look like it. He looked like he was working out and didn't seem the type to be stuck in a place like the library. But as I climbed the stairs, I remember that most archeological finds starts with research.
He must have gotten frustrated and went to find the Eyes himself. But what he had to go on with?
Oh no! How can I be so stupid?
His only clue was the Dark Mark! How careless of me. I just hope he doesn't figure the symbol out. What am I saying? Of course he wouldn't figure it out. Maybe I'm just being paranoid.
As I entered the library, I immediately found him. His jacket was off and he was leaning back on his chair with his hat on his face.
He was sleeping. Good. I haven't composed myself yet and am not ready to face him yet. Are all muggles like this? Harry wasn't like that. In fact he was rather clueless until his seventh year in Hogwarts.
Dean Thomas wasn't exactly like this man. At least I can relate to him because he is a wizard.
But this man has the feel of a rugged, cowboy that acta before he thinks. He must have been here this morning and set the table up to impress me.
But then again, I didn't tell him that I was coming.
I watched him for a while. It seems so hard to believe that he is so much different from me. And why am I so afraid? I am a witch! I can handle him.
Can't I?
This is getting frustrating. Why am I so worked up for one single muggle?
The answer is simple.
He makes me nervous.
Taking a deep breath, I quietly sat on the bench in front of him and looked at what he was reading.
Ancient Egyptian artifacts, Curses and Myths of Ancients. The last book made me very afraid.
Myths and legend of wizards, witches and sorcerers. And it was opened to a page where the Dark Mark was prominent.
I had underestimated this man. He had found a reference, don't ask me how, to where... oh no.
That book had a chapter on Death Eaters. I must... Uh oh.
His eyes were smiling as he looked at my shocked expression. Was he enjoying my embarrassment?
"It was nice for you to join me," he said. But I noticed the sincerity in his voice. Also fatigue and a tinge of frustration. But it was not directed to me. Quite strange really.
"I was beginning to think that you will never come," he said as he straightened up. "Frankly, I thought that you would get the Eyes for yourself."
"And what if I did?" I asked almost curtly.
"I would advise against it," he stood up and fixed his things, bringing the book on wizards no less. This is a man to be reckoned with.
"Where are you going?"
He looked at me smiling.
"WE are going for coffee," he smiled as he carried his backpack. "I never start a day without caffeine."
Growling, I looked at him but he had this serene smile that it was hard to deny him.
Also I needed his help badly.
Sighing, I conceded. When I was about to stand, he offered his hand. I looked at it for a while before I finally took it.
His touch was gentle. A contrast to his rugged demeanor. And why is my face heating up?
"Shall we?" he smiled. With a final sigh, I followed him out.
Or rather, he gently led me out since he was still holding my hand.
Strangely, I didn't mind.
I hope he is as much help as he's worth.
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End of 5
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A/n: 'the man with the hat' is kind of confusing, isn't he? he.he.he. Anyway, please review. Is it safe to say that this is the first Luna Lovegood fic?
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